It's one of my favorite things to know a woman has cum and her sweet honey is then trapped in her panties. I'll retell you one of my favorite panty stories, and probably the one that maintains my fetish to this day. Knowing the intimate smell of a woman is probably one of the most erotic concepts that my little brain can fathom. I don't want to wear them, I don't want to steal them for a long period of time, I just want to get a smell and possibly a taste of that musky, sexy, and amazing scent that only a woman can provide. Now don't get me wrong kind reader, I am not one to assault strange or known women and cheat on my loving girlfriend at the same time. I've never really considered the act of panty sniffing a form of cheating. Though you know how that whole justification deal works. But hear me out and maybe you will better understand the fetish, or maybe you already are a fetishist of this nature and get a kick out of it.
My relationship with panty sniffing is a long one, and one I like to call a Jekyll and Hyde type of behavior. I want to smell the essences of women I meet, but in no way do I want to violate their trust and personal property. I want to know them in this amazing way that you can only know when you have their pussy so close to your face. But I also want to respect their space. Hence you see why I call it so. I often argue with myself about the act, sometimes Jekyll wins, and sometimes Hyde wins. Ohh who am I kidding? Hyde almost always wins.......yes I almost always win.
A few days ago my girlfriend Lisa received a phone call, and between watching my computer screen and picking up a few stray bits of conversation, I began to surmise that we were going to have a houseguest. My cock twitched lightly in my pants and I could feel my pulse slightly quicken.....maybe her sister in law, her slutty hot friend from work, or any number of random beautiful bitches she knows who's scent will dance in my brain. My mental struggle began once again. Could I leave her items untouched, her privacy her own, and not break into her room to get my prize. Would I give in, like I typically did, and meticulously pick through her dirty clothes in order to find myself a prize? I think we all know the answer.....we always know
Lisa told me that her friend from college, Sasha was in the area for a conference and wanted to know if they could catch up. It was obvious that Lisa had invited her to stay with us, citing that it would be silly to waste the funds for a hotel, etc etc. Who was I to abandon this friend in need?..... Certainly not a panty sniffing pervert who was more focused on a new scent to consume than any inconvenience that a simple houseguest could provide.
Sasha arrived on a Friday afternoon while I was at work. I had asked Lisa a few questions about her, but was only given brief answers. Finding no good reason to pry, I waited to meet this woman, and a deep part of my brain throbbed ....you must taste her. As I pulled into the driveway, I quickly shook my head trying to clear these standard prurient thoughts. Though in reality, I knew they would win in the end, and I'd find myself in the guest room clutching a clammy panty gusset to my face while my brain sent fireworks off and my cock preformed its own little explosives show. Lisa had planned a night out for them, and I would be staying home to catch up on a little work. Mostly I didn't want to interrupt her time with her friend....and possibly I could be alone with Sasha's items.
Sasha was a fairly beautiful woman. She was shorter in stature and thick in all of the right places, the kind of woman who is no supermodel, but all woman and proud of it. Her personality is as wonderful as the rest of her, she is boisterous, fun, and just a little on the loud side. This kind of fearless strong woman is something that has always gotten my blood up. Sasha has ample breasts, proudly on display in a low cut top, and skirt which was just tight enough for me to ascertain that there were a pair of bikini panties underneath....why isn't the slut wearing a thong? Only good girls wear bikini panties. Thongs get bunched up between those beautiful pussy lips and wick off that sweet sweet honey. But bikini's have a large gusset and can collect more.
We spent an hour making small talk as Lisa showered, changed and dressed for their upcoming night out. It turns out that Sasha was actually a pretty great gal. This sad fact clouded my mind a little, maybe I should leave this one alone. She's such a nice girl. I shouldn't violate her trust. I heard Lisa yell from the bedroom. "Shower's all yours Sash"...see her behind the closed door of the bathroom. See her stripping down to those panties and rubbing a hand gently over her swollen lips while the other hand pinches her nipple? See the beautiful and slowly growing damp spot begin directly over her opening. Push her down and plant your mouth over that wet spot and suck her clit through her panties. Make her lose control, make her squirm, and cum, and scream your name.
I retired to the couch to begin catching up on some office work that I had brought home, while trying to keep the tickle in my stomach and groin repressed. The tickle knew what it wanted. ...Why deny it? What could go so wrong? No one would be hurt. We've done this before, we know how to act. Why fight, just enjoy yourself..... Stupid fucking tickle.
As the girls rushed out I waited for a few moments. The tickle was persistent. It knew it would win. It always wins. And sure enough I found myself tiptoeing into our guest room where Sasha was staying. The tickle was now a warm throbbing haze all around my chest and flooding down to my cock. Her small travel suitcase lay at the foot of the bed and I spent a second or two memorizing where the zippers were placed before I opened them. Inside...was nothing. The haze lifted, the tickle gone. I realized glumly that she was wearing the same panties that she came in....Noooooooooo, why would she not leave this gift for me?
