Scent Of A Teenage Woman

Emily was struggling with her new home. Dubai wasn't what she had expected. She had moved here when her mom relocated to live with her new partner, Mike, an investment banker, who lived in Dubai for tax purposes, at least that's what her mom had told her.

They had moved to Dubai just over a year ago. Mostly Emily missed her friends back in England. She hadn't wanted to relocate, but as her dad had moved to Australia 3 years ago, at 18 years old she didn't have many options.

She kept in touch with all of her friends, and occasionally her mom's ex, Dan. Emily liked Dan and she still couldn't understand why her mom left him for Mike. He had treated them both well and had even offered them somewhere to live when their rental property had been sold by the landlord.

She had been back to England a couple of times, once with her mom, once alone, and had recently booked another weekend trip alone. Each time she had been upset flying back to Dubai, which didn't feel like home.

Tonight was much like every other in Dubai, bored at Mike's flashy apartment. Emily called one of her friends for a chat, scrolled through Tiktok, chatted to a few friends by text. One mentioned that she had bumped into Dan at the gym and that he'd asked how she was. Emily decided to send Dan a message on Whatsapp.

"Hi. How r u?"

The message was delivered, but the ticks didn't turn blue. Emily went back to chatting to her friend Lia. About 30 minutes later her phone pinged a Whatsapp notification, it was Dan.

"Hello you. Long time, no speak. I thought you'd lost your phone."

Emily laughed, one of Dan's bug-bears was that she had her phone "glued to her hand", as he put it.

"no, it's still super glued in place." She replied.

"So, what's up?" He responded. One thing Emily liked about Dan was that he was always to the point, "small talk is for small minds" was one of his phrases.

"Oh, nothing, just bored."

"So you thought of me, thanks lol."

Emily knew he was just joking.

"Lia said she saw you at the gym, and I realised we hadn't chatted for a while."

"And?????"

"Like I said, bored."

"Still not liking Dubai?"

"No. Still miss everyone back home."

Dan liked Emily. It had been a struggle when she had moved into his apartment with her mom, but they had made it work. Then, without warning her mom had told him she'd met someone else and that he had rented them an apartment. They had moved out less than a week later. It had been a shock, but not as much as when Emily had called him to say they were moving to Dubai. He'd expected that would be the last he would hear from either of them, so he was pleasantly surprised when Emily had messaged him shortly after they had relocated.

"Why don't you come back for a visit? If you need somewhere to stay you can crash at mine." He replied.

"Aww, thanks. I have been back a couple of times. Coming again in 2 weeks. Thanks for the offer, but I'm staying at Lia's."

"No worries. Offer is always there."

"Maybe we could meet up when I'm back?" Emily enquired.

"When are you here?"

"The weekend after next. Fly in on Friday evening and back on Sunday evening. If you're free we could meet on Sunday morning or lunchtime."

Dan knew he'd be free. When he didn't have his kids visiting, he always kept Sundays open, mostly because his diary was so full the rest of the time. He knew it was part of what had caused the break up with Tanya, Emily's mom.

"No problem, Just let me know what works best for you and where you want to meet." He replied.

The next 10 days passed. Emily and Dan had arranged to meet at a coffee shop by a lake. The weather, predictably unpredictable in England, was dry, so they were able to go for a walk around the lake.

Dan sat outside the coffee shop with a cup of tea, he never could get his head around the younger generation's obsession with coffee. Emily had told him that Lia was dropping her off, and would return to take her to the airport. He'd said that he would take her to the airport to save Lia having to plan her day around them.

Dan spotted Emily walking across the car park before she saw him. She had changed. Her brunette hair was dyed blonde with silver streaks and she looked much more grown up. He hadn't really thought about it, but she had only just turned 18 when he last saw her, it was over a year, and that year had made a difference, she no longer looked like the teenage girl who had lived with him, she looked like a young woman, dressed in light blue tight denim jeans, trainers and a cream coloured coat. He stood as she approached.

Emily smiled. She spotted Dan as she walked towards the coffee shop. He looked well, and happy. And he still had his old fashioned, stand up whenever a woman approaches a table, trait. He had lots of quirks that she viewed as old fashioned, but were quite charming.

"Hi." Emily beamed, breaking into a brief run and hugging Dan.

Dan hugged her back. They broke and he smiled at her, "It's great to see you."

"You too. You look really well!" Emily stated.

"Shall we get you a coffee and go for a walk." Dan replied.

They walked around the lake, Emily updating Dan on what life was like in Dubai. Emily certainly seemed to have done a lot of growing up since Dan had last seen her, and not just physically.

After a couple of hours it was time for Emily to go to the airport.

"Just check there are no delays, no point hanging around the airport unnecessarily." Dan suggested.

Emily took out her phone. "Oh, great!" She exclaimed, clearly unhappy. "The flight's cancelled!"

"Oh. Check if there are any other flights with other airlines. You can claim back the cost of the cancelled flight."

Emily spent a few minutes looking at flight websites. "Nothing until Tuesday. All flights tomorrow are fully booked." She looked at Dan dismayed.

"Call your mom and let her know the flight is cancelled. She might want you to go to a hotel, but you're welcome to stay at mine."

"She didn't know we were meeting up. She doesn't even know we've stayed in touch."

"Oh well, time to pull on your big girl pants and tell her." Dan figured that he needed to prepare to have to speak to Tanya as well.

Emily called Tanya, who was initially sympathetic, but that changed as soon as Emily told her about seeing Dan. Emily did her best to calm her mom, but to no avail. "She wants to speak to you." Emily held her phone out to Dan.

"Hi Tanya." Dan said, in the best conciliatory tone he could manage.

Tanya then proceeded to shout at Dan for what felt like forever, barely pausing for breath. Once there was a sufficient pause, Dan spoke.

"For starters Tanya, if you don't lower your voice I'm hanging up. Secondly, I didn't know that you weren't aware we were meeting, let alone still in contact. But the current situation is that Emily is stranded and needs somewhere to stay. Now, do you want me to drop her at a hotel, or at one of your family's homes?"

Tanya started to shout at Dan again, this time he interrupted, "What did I just say? If you so much as raise your voice once more, I'm gone and you can deal with your daughter's situation." Dan had no intention of deserting Emily, but he also knew Tanya well enough that his threat would do the job.

"Which hotel are you suggesting you drop her at? And how will she get to the airport, whenever we're able to arrange another flight?" She retorted.

"Those are your matters to deal with Tanya." Dan responded. "An alternative, if you can't arrange anywhere for her to stay, is that she can stay at mine. I can't take her to the airport during the day, but I'm happy to take her if it's an early morning or evening flight."

This seemed to calm Tanya down. Dan handed the phone back to Emily, who spoke to Tanya for a few minutes before hanging up.

"She's going to book me a flight and let me know. Thank you so much for helping me." Emily hugged Dan.

They drove to Dan's home. Emily had loved Dan's apartment when she lived there.

"You know where everything is." Dan said as they walked in. "You can have your old room."

"Can I use your shower?" Emily asked.

"Of course." Dan replied.

"And, I don't want to be cheeky, but can I do some laundry? I only brought enough clothes for 2 days."

"Sure, just leave out what you want washed and I'll put it on for you."

Dan heard the shower start and looked into the hallway. There was a small pile of clothes on the floor. He picked them up and carried them through to the utility room. As he was loading the washing machine he had to disentangle a pair of leggings from a light pink pair of lacy panties. He didn't really know how it happened, one moment he was holding the panties, the next he had them pressed under his nose and was inhaling deeply at them.

He'd had a previous girlfriend who liked to watch him masturbate as he sniffed her panties, but he hadn't done it since.

Emily's scent was intoxicating, he immediately felt himself becoming aroused, he inhaled deeply again, his mind picturing Emily naked in his shower.

He was tempted to keep them, but knew that Emily would realise they were missing as there were only 2 pairs of panties in the washing bundle.

Knowing that he would have to wash them, he pushed the gusset into his mouth, licking and sucking at Emily's 19 year old pussy juices.

Dan fished the other panties, a red lace g-string, from the washing machine, held them to his nose and inhaled Emily's scent as he sucked her juices from the pink ones in his mouth. His cock was hard as a rock, he began stroking it through his trousers. It had been several months since he'd been with a woman, and he always loved the smell of pussy. He began to rub frantically as he tasted and smelled the juices of the teen who was naked just a few feet away. He felt his orgasm rising, and just as he reached the point of no return he heard the shower stop. He came, still with the panties in his mouth and held to his nose. He quickly stuffed all the washing into the machine and turned it on, he would have to wait for Emily to leave his room and go to hers before he could sort out his own mess.

Dan was still semi erect as he heard Emily leave his room, however, rather than go to her own room, she walked through to the living area. Realising that his semi was still clearly visible, as was the damp patch that his cum had made on the front of his trousers, he quickly turned away towards a kitchen counter. Emily walked in, towel drying her damp hair. She was wearing one of his tee-shirts.

"I hope you don't mind me borrowing this." She said, looking down at the shirt as she continued drying her hair. Dan looked over his shoulder and down simultaneously and could tell immediately, from the movement beneath the material, that she wasn't wearing a bra. The shirt finished about a quarter of the way down her thighs, which were bare, Dan wondered if she was just wearing panties beneath. This put paid to any hope he had that his semi would subside any time soon. He wanted to go and change, and clean up the mess he'd made sniffing Emily's panties, but that would mean tearing himself away from the vision before him.

Emily had stopped looking at the shirt, and was looking straight at Dan, whose eyes hadn't lifted after he had looked at her breasts swinging beneath the shirt. She smiled, it made her feel good whenever she caught a guy looking at her.

"I take it that you don't." She giggled.

Dan immediately looked up, "Sorry....I didn't mean to..." He stuttered.

"I don't mind." Emily replied. Guys regularly checked her out, it seemed a perfectly natural thing to her.

"Have you planned dinner? If not, can we order pizza?" She asked.

"Sure." he replied.

Emily smiled and turned, heading back towards her room. As she walked away the shirt rose up and down slightly, revealing the very bottom of her butt momentarily. Once he heard the door close Dan rushed through to his room to change.

They hung out for the evening, watching a movie and chatting. Emily sat across from Dan in an armchair, with her knees pulled up, bare feet on the chair. He was able to catch the occasional glimpse of her black panties when she shifted the position of her legs. The creamy thighs running up under the hem of his tee shirt.

During the evening Emily received a text from Tanya with details of her flight. She had managed to get on a one stop flight, early Tuesday morning.

Dan had left for work on the Monday morning before Emily rose. He'd left a note telling her to help herself to breakfast. Emily messaged a couple of her friends and arranged to meet late in the morning. She messaged Dan to let him know she'd be out for most of the day.

Dan's work that day meant that he was able to go home for lunch, rather than have it on the road. He walked into the empty flat, made himself a sandwich and sat down. Without thinking, as he was going to his room to use the toilet, he opened the door to Emily's room. His t-shirt that she had borrowed was draped over the chair by the dressing table, he then saw her travel bag on the floor, zipped up, his mind immediately turned to the panties he glimpsed the night before whilst Emily was on the armchair. He walked into Emily's room, feeling a pang of guilt, which was immediately overridden by his carnal lust. He unzipped the bag. The clean clothes that he had washed the night before were placed on top, he lifted them, and beneath, bundled up were the clothes Emily had been wearing when they met the day before. In the middle of the bundle were the black panties, he pulled them out and examined them. There were white streaks in the gusset. Unable to control himself, he lifted the panties to his face and inhaled. Emily's sweet, slightly musky scent filled his senses, he immediately became erect.

Knowing that he had limited time before he needed to go back to work, and that this opportunity wouldn't present itself again, Dan hastily made his way into his bedroom, stripped, lay on his bed, and holding Emily's panties up to his face, started to masturbate.

Unfortunately for Emily, her friend Jesse was an on-call nurse, and got a text on her phone calling her into work whilst they were out having lunch, She drove Emily home and departed. Emily didn't notice Dan's car parked outside the apartment block, and using the spare keys Dan had told her to take, she entered the building and ascended the stairs looking at her phone as she did so.

She opened the front door and walked into the apartment. Her room was clearly visible from the front door, and she noticed that the door was open. She knew she had closed it before she left, because it was a habit she'd had since her early teens.

Leaving the front door ajar, she walked tentatively into the apartment. Dan was out at work, so who had opened her door? As she approached her room she saw her travel bag was open, her heart began to race, had the apartment been burgled?

She turned the corner in the hallway and immediately heard sounds coming from Dan's room. The door was half open, getting ready to flee she glanced into the room.

Initially she thought her eyes were deceiving her. Lying naked on his back on the bed was Dan, masturbating frantically with one hand, whilst the the other held what appeared to be a cloth up to his face. He was breathing heavily and moaning.

It took a few moments for Emily to realise that the cloth Dan was holding was black lace, and a few more moments for her to realise that it wasn't a cloth, it was her panties. She stifled a gasp, moments later Dan's moans became louder,

"Oh fuck yeah, Em you smell so good" he groaned.

Emily's eyes grew wider as he spoke the name he always called her. Dan then groaned over and over before he came, his discharge squirting out landing on his chest and stomach. As his breathing subsided Emily left the apartment, taking care to quietly close the front door, she raced down the stairs and left the building., immediately noticing Dan's car. She needed time to process what she had just witnessed. Close by were some shops, including a coffee shop, she walked towards them, her mind racing.

Inside the apartment, unaware that he'd had an audience, Dan wiped himself down with some tissues, he then carefully returned Emily's panties to her back, taking one last deep inhalation of her scent, and zipped the bag. He closed the door as he left her room, quickly showered and returned to work.

At the coffee shop Emily wondered how to deal with what she had witnessed. Was Dan some sort of pervert? She'd never heard of men sniffing girls' panties. She opened her phone, opened an incognito tab on the web and typed "panty sniffing". She found numerous forums where, mostly, men discussed the act. It appeared that there were many men who enjoyed it, so she dug deeper and found that there were social media groups dedicated to it, and even women who sold worn panties!

Whilst her mind was still in a spin, she felt a little better knowing that Dan wasn't some complete weirdo.

When Emily returned to the apartment block, Dan's car was gone. She entered the apartment, noting that her bedroom door was closed. After checking that Dan had definitely left, she entered her bedroom, her travel bag was zipped up, appearing to be untouched. She opened the bag and found her panties stuffed into the roll of unwashed clothes. Holding them she felt a slight rush, just smelling these had turned Dan on enough to enable him to masturbate. She touched the stained gusset and noticed that it appeared to be quite damp, surely it would have dried overnight in her bag. She then came to the realisation that the moisture was Dan's saliva. He had been licking her panties as he masturbated!

She walked through to Dan's room, gazing at where she had watched him jerk off as he inhaled the scent and taste of her pussy, she felt another rush. She was getting turned on.

Emily returned her panties to her bag, made a cup of tea and waited for Dan to return from work. She had no idea what to do next, so decided to pretend she was completely unaware of his fetish and how much he enjoyed using her panties to act on it.

Dan returned home late in the afternoon. Emily was in the living room reading.

"Hi, how was your day Em?"

"Fine. Went out for lunch with Jesse."

"Nice. How is she?"

"She's good. Split up with another boyfriend." Emily said, rolling her eyes. Jesse had a reputation amongst their friend group for never giving relationships a chance.

"What do you fancy doing for dinner?" Dan asked.

"We could just get take-away and hang out. Got to be up super early anyway, and I don't know when I'll see you next." She replied.

They spent the evening much as the last, eating dinner and chatting. Emily thought that he must be completely confident that she had no idea about what happened earlier, because he was his usual self. She had decided she wasn't going to mention anything.

Later in the evening Emily thought she'd better get to bed early, she was never the best in the morning.

"Do you mind if I have a shower and then go to bed?" She asked.

"Of course not. there's fresh towels in my bathroom."

Emily went into her room and retrieved Dan's tee-shirt.

"Do you mind if I wear this again tonight?"

"Of course not." He replied.

"Can I keep it, it's really comfy?" She asked.

"OK." came the reply and Dan chuckled. That girl always knew how to get what she wanted out of him.

Emily walked straight into Dan's room, closing the door. She stripped, removing her panties last. A white cotton g-string pair. She held them, examining the gusset. There were steaks of her damp juices in the gusset. She held them up to her nose and sniffed, she felt her scent was quite pungent. Considering her next move for a few moments, she opened the en-suite bathroom door and very deliberately dropped them in the corner, near the door.