Sarah was on the road to Santiago. At 29 she'd decided it was time to just do it. Broken relationship and career she hated behind her she packed her bags and decided. The Santiago de Compostela is a famous hike that numerous pilgrims and non-pilgrims make each year through Galicia in Northern Spain. It's a long journey and hundreds do it every year covering beautiful parts of the countryside for 500miles of so, a 30-40 day trek, a life changer for many.
Sarah had so many reasons to go. She wanted to change her life and to have an adventure, something that would move her. She also wanted to let go of all the past and see what there is to see, especially when it came to men. Sarah was a deeply sexual woman but she wouldn't ever let anyone on that that was the case, she called it her Scorpio side, even though she wasn't one...but it was simply that she was ravenous. Her last relationship had been long distance and just didn't work, it was caring and loving when it was there but the passion had gone a few weeks after his work sent him away for months,
"Of course the passion had gone!" she thought.
Sarah was convinced long distance relationships were all in the head;
"What animal has a long-distance relationship, you don't see hippo's having phone sex!" she'd said to a colleague. Sarah smiled to herself as she packed her tent for the next day's hike.
Sarah was horny allot. She just loved sex more than most people she knew but had had so little of it in her 29 years due to her internalising and shyness. It was funny that it wasn't confidence she lacked, she was a manger and knew the ropes of business well but somehow her sex wasn't on display, she didn't flaunt what she had, but she had it all the same. This hidden allure is what she had in bucket loads, but it took a certain character to see it and adore it...she was hoping and waiting for him...or them...! But in the mean time she spent allot of time touching herself when she needed to. Masturbation was for Sarah like brushing her teeth or washing the dishes, in that it was as normal as that, and as often, but unlike the dishes it was also a deep love that she enjoyed allot, but longed for someone to share it with.
Sarah was on the stocky side, she was about 5ft-6". She has a relatively small bust relative to her quite huge backside which seem oddly African. In fact, Sarah had that in her background she was proud her grandmother had some Nigerian roots and she defiantly felt her bum was a product of that. Her skin was golden brown, her lips succulent and eyes like almonds. Most people though she was Spanish or Portuguese. Sarah was a natural girl. She didn't shave and never had. She liked her body the way it was, didn't need it to be any way for anyone and also it was often quite covered-up. Sarah was self-conscious she didn't want to show herself off and instead found herself more confident in cloths that didn't really show her curves, it was all hidden under garments that really wear shapeless. Her sexy figure remained beneath comfortable folds of cloth. As such this didn't help her getting attention!
Sarah got horny often on the road to Santiago. Apart from her morning and nightly rubbings she sometimes found a quiet spot amongst the haystacks or barns to let herself go. Sarah had hair under her arms and softer fur running the length of her arms in light colour but her legs had thick hair from her navel and all over her crotch, thickening still around her puffy pussy and a dark matting between her bum cheeks. It spreading out lighter covering her bum and down her legs. As you can imagine a woman with Sarah's covering of hair really increased her bodily odour and this was Sarah's deepest passion and the main reason why her sexuality had become so hidden.
Over the years Sarah had gotten to relish her own sexy musky smells. She got extremely aroused by noticing how when as she lived her normal life of being the horny woman and especially after exercise she was built up a stink that she alone could enjoy. So often on the road to Santiago Sarah found herself in her tent, knickers off, legs spread rubbing her thick hairy open pussy and smelling her sweat, urine and pussy musk after a day or two or more of walking and wanking. She would sniff at her underarms and rub her clitoris and taste herself regularly as she got hotter and hotter dribbling her smelly juice onto the camping mat.
It was summer and her tent was hot already but the attention on her crotch made it almost humid with smelliness. Sarah's hottest favourite however was the big bum and the musky stink that she found daily between her thick cheeks. How often she would get up on all fours and wipe a finger from her back through over her anus to her pussy and then, rubbing frantically at her pussy, sniff her finger, taste it and then slowly slip into her bum hole for a final explosive orgasm. These were her favourites, the ones where she had to scream into her pillow and her back would arch as her anus clamped down and her sticky honey dribbled out of her pussy as she came. After these sessions she loved to smell her horniness and she opened the tent flaps to dry her wet fingers and wet pussy and sweaty bum and fall asleep in her messiness. Such was Sarah's way.
Sarah had one last secret that she hid from the world. Sarah was an avid brief thief. Everyone has heard of panty thieves... Sarah was the female version. Her love of scent in sex had driven her to hunt down and steal, unashamedly, the underwear of several men she fancied over the years. It started when she was in her teens when she wondered what boy-smell was like. George, the captain of the football team, who she and loads of girls had a crush on, left his gym back casually against a locker one day and Sarah saw her chance. Her face had flushed bright red and with a sudden jolt of bravery had quickly taken the bag to the girl's toilets, nicked his sweaty boxers from his bag and had it back without anyone knowing. That day changed Sarah's sexuality forever.
She'd gone back to the girl's loo and pulled out the boxers she hid down her own underwear. Just feeling them touch her pussy made her wetness leak out onto them and by the time she pulled them out of her knickers a corner of the wetness, she knew was hers. She looked at them, noticing that the crotch had been stretched over Georges thick cock. She pulled her knickers to the side and sat on the loo touching her dripping pussy as she leaked onto the toilet seat. She turned them inside out and saw dribbles of dried whiteness at the front. She sniffed, she smelled George's cock, his leaking cum probably after his morning session and some urine drips...her pussy just got wetter if that was possible. Her clit stood up and out of her pubic hairs as she slid two fingers deep inside herself, imaging George's thick cock fucking her as she smelled it. Slowly Sarah had realised her orgasm was quickly on the way she slowed down and tasted her juices. Even back then at 18 Sarah had loved her own smell and taste and she savoured herself before spreading her bum to rub there a little before the final cum. Sarah turn the boxers round, it was time to smell what boy's really smell like. George's scent got stronger the further she sniffed back, as she sniffed further and further she went over where his perineum would have been and found an area in the dark material that was saturated with the sexiest muskiest and dirtiest smell that Sarah had every came across...it was where George's bum had rubbed up against the material the whole game. Sarah came and came hard, harder than she ever thought possible. She let out a huge shriek and her pussy convulsed as she covered the toilet seat and floor with her sticky grool as it spurted from her pussy. She griped on to the boxers to anchor her.
Another girl using the toilet had frantically tried to find out if she was ok and it took moments for Sarah to know where she was and to spring into action. She quickly had said she slipped and was ok. The boxers when back into her underwear socking up her remaining cum. She'd lovingly held onto Georges boxers for years after that. She never spoke to George really but she felt she knew him like no-one else, but he ever really looked at her and she knew that he was blind to her.
The years hadn't changed Sarah's love of briefs and boxers and she had stolen 15 pairs since George in the most strange and complex ways. It was her fix and for Sarah a way of really seeing what the sex would be like between them. Sarah's theory was that if she really felt turned on by them, she knew, if the guy she liked actually saw her for who she was, they would have great sex and probably a great relationship...however theory is one thing but to get the combination of right smell with right guy was another. Sarah wanted them to seek her out, to sniff her out ideally, ...she knew the guys who smelt right...her nose flared whenever she sniffed one, her senses had been honed, but why the fuck couldn't they just take the time to do the same to her! She could see with dismay her potential sexy men falling for the pretty looking waitress or clean-cut princess but her drab cloths and hidden scent and smiles didn't catch their attention, she was lost with it all, and maybe long-distance relationships was all that she could find...she was sad about it.
Sarah was half way through her day's hike when a guy came into view. He was strong looking, short hair with a beard, ginger coloured. She was keeping up a good pace and his pack seemed very heavy duty and soon she was passing his side. She sniffed as she passed him and they exchanged smiles. Sarah immediately felt that tell-tale sign of a "winner" as her pussy tingled. She took a slight backward glance and waved bye as she continued past the hedges and thicket.
"He looks so hot." she thought to herself.
She was turned on. Just that small sniff, she could tell her hardly showered for a few days and she also could smell his musk, he was horny, she knew it. His smile and eyes that looked but looked away quickly told her he was shy, maybe a bit like her.
