Eve was having one of those days. She had gotten up much later than she wanted and so ensued a long day of trying to get the things done she needed to but with much less time. The reason for her lateness was that she had been masturbating, she often did in the early mornings in her apartment where she lived in a place called Lagos in Portugal her new home. She didn't know anyone and being the type that was shy in a land she didn't know meant that for Eve had alone time. However, her new job meant managing several different apartments for an agency. It wasn't what she wanted to do but her plans for the future hadn't become clear yet so she just followed what was there.
Eve loved sex and longed to be touched and so touching herself helped her in so many ways, she looked forward to every possible time she could get away with it and would take some risks to do just that. One of the thinks Eve loved about sex and masturbating was the mess and the smell of it. She loved her own smell and as she got more frustrated because of her time alone, her way of dealing with it was just being in a long sex associated frenzy which most other people might not notice unless they were keyed in.
Eve tried out allot of different things in her thirty years but she found that when it came to it she'd never really found a partner that shared her fetish for smelly sex. Just the word "smelly" somehow made her feel moist. She hated artificial perfumes and deodorants and often didn't wash for several days. She wore knickers for sometimes a week at a time, sometimes going to the bathroom just to open her underwear for a quick sniff and rub. Eve of course she had never shaved in her life... she was different, not your "normal" type of woman.
She was wild, really wild in her heart and spirit and often fantasied about just being an animal, no longer a human but a human-animal, that seemed to her to be the pinnacle of what it was to be human, not all the spiritual dimensions or ideals. She wasn't political or interested in intellectual games, she just wanted to sense and respond. She was hidden but underneath was a fiery sarcastic wit and sexy lusciousness that was a shock to her past lovers who had often fallen more deeply for her than she had for them.
Why? Why couldn't she find the right person or even people...she was open enough, or was she,...? in fact she was looking for something very particular very specific a play mate that felt as she did, that saw the world as she did and wanted to feel that wildness, that seeming dirtiness and stink that was real and authentically there, hair, wrinkles and all.
She was a curvy girl, her bum was full and round and had a deep crevice that wrapped round to her hairy natural pussy. The hair went from her belly button down in a beautiful line till it opened into a furry forest, over her sticky, potent scented lips and down her deep crack to run around the rim of her smelliest hole. Hair coated her legs and her underarms while her firm handful breasts had big nipples with a dash of fur too. She loved her body, she knew how strong she was and how nimble and she loved how she could just be herself in her own company and with close friends, but she was a hidden gem, not visible to everyone but the ones who could smell her out.
As she rushed to the supermarket at the end of the day, she waited in the cue. She remembered the session this morning, spreading her legs wide and rubbing her wet pussy, her big clit filling with blood as she smelled her unwashed sex throbbing and overflowing with juice. She bit her lips as she remembered herself using her fingers to rub her clit more and more till she was on the brink, then wiping the smell of her juices on her upper lips and under her nose so she could smell herself as she came. She loved getting to the edge and prolonging it and prolonging it till all the energy built up. She remembered feeling her juice spill over and run down her crack as she groaned, saying to her imagined lover, to fuck her and smell her. She'd spread her arse cheeks and allowed a finger to investigate the greasy feeling of sweaty stink that she often found around her bum hole. Her favourite part was this. She wiped her finger like a tongue across the sticky hairs of her bum and brought it to her nose. She sniffed and rubbed her clit with the other hand.
She could smell so much, that deep musky stink of the smudge of residue poo with sweat and some juices from her pussy and urine all mixed, ...she dipped her finger into her bum hole just a little more and again brought it up to her face...she waited for a moment for the moisture to dry a little before bringing it to her nose to sniff, this time the scent was so strong it hit a part of her which meant she couldn't hold on to her cumming and she did, hard and deep...she squirted her juices all over the covers and all over her chest and splashes on her face and groaned so deeply that the neighbours must have thought she was really having a good time or a baby!
She felt so dirty covered in sweat and bum stink and squirt, and she loved it, she loved stinking and she rubbed her body all over as if to acknowledge her own love for who she was , how she was, the miracle of being this thing that she was, so dirty and yet, wasn't this normal, why do people hide from their own bodies, try to control them, wash all of this away, pretend not to be an animal...she didn't understand the world and never would and she felt a deep sadness that no one could really understand her.
As she stood in the cue she felt her pussy leaking into her already stained worn knickers. She liked feeling wet in public. Her cheeks flushed and she took a quick itch of her pussy through her shorts that rod up a bit at the back so her fleshy cheeks where a bit too on display. She could smell herself, her hairy armpits where wet and she was sure that people noticed her smell but she liked that too, she wanted people to smell her, even if they thought she was a mess and a hippy or whore or whatever, she just liked that she filled up there stupid hygienic lives with something more raw and more real...what was it they were hiding from?
She knew some people smelled awful, but she knew why, because they didn't listen to what their bodies needed and what there intuition told them, she was a master of that, she knew what to eat to allow her body to thrive and she didn't take in shit that made her stink, stink! There is a difference between health stink and horrible stink that Eve knew and she wanted to flaunt her perfume to the world, and why shouldn't she, she thought.
Suddenly out of the corner of her eye a man appeared along the isle to the left of her, she noticed his kind face and strong body, dark hair and peppered stubble, but she also noticed his smell..., she sniffed as he walked past her and suddenly he turned to face her as she was bagging her food. His nostrils flared as he looked at her with a kind of attention that a lion might look at his next meal. She stared at him waiting for what he wanted or why she felt so strangely drawn to this man. She gently sniffed so he wouldn't notice again, his sweat was full of ripe passionate musk. And then she noticed it, he was doing the same!
They hadn't said a word, just smelled each other from a short range,...she felt her heart melt as he smiled. He moved closer and said... "do you mind if I..." and then embraced her, there and then standing in isle 3 of the supermarket! She didn't know what to do but go with it, and she had no thought about why she wouldn't want to hold him...it was so clear just form his scent that they liked each other allot, she knew that she wanted him and all he was just from that, it was that easy.