Many guys like me are blessed with the urge to sniff a female crotch or two, come to that, like me - if you are bisexual, the occasional male is enjoyed too.
Like so many sexual pleasures for me the urge to sniff the sex of another is a gift to behold. I did have inhibitions about this when I was younger but as a naturist colleague pointed out to me, animals do it all the time, it is just because we as humans have become so sterile, "! mean, just look at dogs" he pointed out. But then if we as humans were that blatant I guess it would be uncouth to say the least, but wish I could be a dog just for a day, what fun I could have - and of course it would always be selective, like a girl who looks so good in tight jeans with hips that could kill - this dog would be sniffing her crotch without any hesitation at all.
But it is not just a case of sniffing at random or gaining the secret peek up a skirt - it has to be something special that draws you, that certain most times unexplainable quality that tempts the sex buds.
I have lost number of the times I have secretary craved for a girl I have fancied, going back to the early days of my youth when I discovered I was getting a swelling just by looking at girls who not so long before never budged my groin one iota.
But Julia did - and how, the first time I saw under her skirt was in the office when I was an accounts clerk, she sat opposite me busy on the telephone not realising she'd parted those gorgeous copper stocking thighs. It was sp very tantalising just to see the hint of red between. It was almost as though I was using my mind to urge her tom open more, and then she did and I was treated to the rapturous spectacle of black laced silken panties which created an immediate response down under, so much my hand went down there to squeeze for that comfort guys will know given this sort of situation and she was truly my real first inspiration which gave me that urge to seek and fuck along with all the other wonderful gorgeous attributes given to getting together with one who's chemical reaction is compatible with yours.
She was just so beautiful and gorgeous and, well you know, words cannot always aptly describe, I really imagined I was onto a good thing and fantasised that she was giving make a show deliberately so as to prompt me to ask her out or something, because I soon realised whenever she was on the office telephone she had a habit of spreading those gorgeous so well defined thighs, I can't count the number of times I excused myself, having gotten so worked up, to the gents to relieve myself, my imaginings going absolutely haywire thinking of what I could be doing with Julia..
But when eventually I sparked up the courage to ask her out one evening she sweetly apologised and said she was with a guy called John.. Lucky bugger! I was distraught and inhibited for some time after but came to the logical conclusion that such a girl who looked so beautiful and had it all, would not have a boy friend.
I thought 'damn it' though! I could still have her in my mind, and that is when the sniffing syndrome set in, I was still being regularly treated to a regular showing, be it unwittingly, beneath Julia's desk, I came to know which colour panties she wore eon a given day, and she was always regular.
Then came the urge to sniff her seat whenever the opportunity arose but mainly when I claimed to be working late to finish something, and on my own in the office.
It started with little sniffs at first, pressing my nose into the cushioned seat to get that whiff of Julia, that sweet, sweet pussy that always hid away from me beneath those exposed silken panties.
Imagining her in her short skirt that kept, not only me, but other guys in the office happy, it seems to me sometimes girls just do it to prick-tease although I have read they do it for fashion, most girls, especially office types, wanting to look their best and most glamorous not always realising the effect they may have on a true red blooded male who tries to control the ructions beneath his belt, and then - would you believe - they sometimes accuse us males of having our brains beneath our belts not seeing to understand the workings of a guys mind.
Anyway I came to enjoy my regular sniffs and somehow, although knowing she was inaccessible , I felt akin to Julia and her scent - like the chemical reaction in my being mingled with hers. One hot day, after office hours, her natural scent was stronger and I placed my handkerchief between my face and her office seat to absorb the nectar of my imaginings of sweet pussy. That night, I had the most wonderful climax ever as I pressed the hanky to my nose and masturbated, and there I was under Julia's skirt, enjoying her sweet smothering of moistened red panties, slowly licking and edging the seam across until my mouth was full of what soon became very warm and wet pussy ready for the deep fucking.
But the sniffing, the fantasies of Julia could never be enough, simply because she could never be mine. I had to discover pastures new...
I had talked a lot with Jeremy who was a new boy in the office, it didn't take long to realise he had the same temperatures for sweet Julia as did I, his face flushed every time he saw her sit herself down and rise in the office and her shorter than short skirts created what I call 'eyeball phobia"
We talked bout her during the coffee break.
"Shame she has a guy " I said grudgingly, " I could really go for that."
"Me too, have you noticed her perfume, Pete?"
"In more ways than one" I replied he looking a little baffled. Then I told him. I don't know why but I did.
"It is just something that turns me on" is continued. How about you Jeremy?"
He paused awhile looking thoughtful and confessed he had done the same thing, the morning before, he came in early especially.
"Especially for what" I queried
"You know, erm, sniffing!"
"Her chair?"
"Yes."
"Why do these women tease us so much" I said." If only they knew Huh Jeremy?"
"Wish I could get hold of a pair of her undies" he said.
Funny he should mention that because I had found a pair in her drawer the night I overstayed, heaven knows why she kept a pair of soiled undies there, perhaps she needed to change and had meant to take them home with her, My gain. I had the most delightful and horny night sniffing and licking they were not fit to return to her desk in the morning having been well stained with my white stuff, I can't remember the number of times I came into them, does that sound awful? well I can tell you for me it was simply an organic treat, there is something about the smell of woman that is so absolutely sensual and ravishing, to immerse oneself into Julia's scent was heaven indeed.
Anyway I kept it dark of course and on seeing Julie in the morning scurrying frantically in her desk drawer I just had to ask her and see her reaction.
She looked up at me, face taught and said that she had mislaid something very personal, but not to worry because probably they were in the car.
"Not money" I said inquisitively, seeing what she would say.
"Not money, no, but I will find them."
Of course I knew she wouldn't, they were mine, they were a part of her that I could triumphantly claim was mine, this very minute placed discreetly under my pillow for more joyful things to come later
"What were you asking her?! Snooped Jeremy.
