The old adage, "
The Nose Knows
," is one of the truest sayings ever spoken. Basically, it means; the damn thing never forgets. Once a scent has been processed by whatever mechanism the nose possesses, that particular aroma will be forever marinated into the brain. This is especially so if the odor is associated with something pleasant.
Not too long ago I came across a special scent that has since been responsible for causing me more wet dreams than everything else in my life, combined.
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A month ago I went to work as a receptionist for a fairly large company. Everything had gone fine for the first couple of weeks, I spent my time becoming proficient at my new job and enjoying the nice view from my desk. That view being a nearly non-stop parade of foot traffic past my desk, especially the female portion of said traffic.
I have to give credit where credit is due; our personnel department has done an outstanding job of hiring female employees primarily based on eye appeal. Their ability to perform the jobs they were hired to do seems to be way down on the list of hiring criteria. I have to admit; were I to use the same rating system as the personnel department, I would date any but a few of the twenty-five or so ladies working in the office. Most of them are very pleasing to the eyes.
The CEO, Ms. Lisa Bennington was an exception to the hiring rules. Not only is she one of the most beautiful and elegant ladies I have ever seen; she is one of the smartest businesswomen I have ever known. She is the main reason I arrive at the office early every day. I always make sure I am at my desk before she comes in, just so I can watch her flow past my desk. Yes, I said. "Flow." This gorgeous creature doesn't walk from place to place. Her sensual stride could not even remotely be compared to walking. Ms. Bennington moves through a room with the poise and grace debutantes spend their lives trying to accomplish. But with every step Ms. Bennington takes, her superbly sensuous derriere does things that'll melt the elastic right off your panties. I go home with wet panties more often that not, just from watching her beautiful behind swaying like gentle ocean swells.
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I had been with the company perhaps three weeks when I got my first good, close-up look at the marvelous Ms. Bennington. As usual, I was at my desk when she floated through the door. Anything I might have been doing at the moment came to an abrupt halt. Nothing short of a nuclear explosion could prevent me from eyeing this lovely lady whenever she was within sight.
As she drifted toward me, my eyes were drawn to the enticing yards and yards of beautiful, silk-clad legs showing below the hem of her short skirt. Being on three-inch heels just made her long, shapely legs look all that much longer.
"God, how I'd love to have those gorgeous legs wrapped around my shoulders a couple dozen times," I mumbled.
"What was that, Dear?" she asked, leaning over the front of my desk instead of making her usual left turn to go down the hall to her office.
At that moment, Russia's most beautiful interrogators could not have pried a word out of me, no matter what torture tactics they may have employed. My entire being was focused on one, well actually, two things right then. As she leaned over toward me, the top of her blouse fell away from her body, leaving very little to the imagination, but a lot to ponder.
"Hello," Ms. Bennington's voice sang through my overloaded mind. "Anyone home?"
I still could not speak.
"They tell me if you speak down there you can hear an echo," she teased, obviously realizing I was totally preoccupied with staring down her blouse at those two wonderful mounds of faintly freckled feminine flesh.
"Huh? What? Oh! Sorry," I snapped back to the real world. But being the clown I am, I couldn't resist; I cupped my hands around my mouth and yelled, "Hello." Turning my head as if I were listening for the echo I joked, "Sorry, I don't hear any echo."
She leaned lower and closer, pulling her shoulders forward in the process. The blouse fell away even more. I could see both of her splendid breasts. All of them! She was wearing an almost transparent bra of the frilliest lace I had ever seen. Her nipples, visible through the delicate lace, were the same lovely shade of dark pink as the sexy freckles surrounding them.
"You gotta talk real soft and sweet if you really wanna hear them talk back to ya," she whispered.
Suddenly I couldn't have worked up enough spit to slick down an eyebrow. With stupendous effort I forced my eyes from their happy hunting ground and tried to focus them on her bright green, hypnotic eyes. I swallowed dust. "Maybe I'll get that opportunity someday," I whispered back. I have to say, right here and now; this was not the way I normally acted at work. And it definitely was not the kind of statement I would make under normal circumstances, especially to a superior. But, if this gorgeous hunk of femininity was trying to come on to me, I wanted to be damn sure she understood I was very acceptable to any offer she might care to make. Besides, she started it.
Reaching back, she pulled a large clip from the tidy twist of hair on the back of her head. Shaking her head like a proud stallion, shiny-red clouds of long, wavy hair billowed down around her shoulders and across my face. That was when her delightful, exciting scent first hit me. She whispered, "All one has to do is put on their magic slippers and click their heels together three times, Dorthy, and their wildest dreams can come true." Her lips brushed lightly against my ear just before she stood back up. She stood there in silence for a moment, but her beautiful grin spoke volumes.
My heels clicked together in wild abandon under my desk. I didn't want her to leave. I wanted her back down by my ear so I could continue inhaling her delicious, delicate aroma.
Glancing around the room and satisfied that we were still alone, she leaned over my desk again. But this time I didn't' get a chance to ogle her magnificent breasts. Her lips were suddenly, but briefly, pressed against mine.
"Keep clicking, Sweetness," she whispered. "Keep clicking those heels together."
My heart did several flip-flops. My breath was shallow and labored. And my panties became wet as I watched her delectable derriere wiggle its way across the room.
"Oh Ms. Bennington." I called.
"Yes?" her voice was silky and warm.
"Um... why did... a... what did you... um... come over here to tell me?" I stammered. "Because, if you told me, I already forgot."
"Oh yeah! I almost forgot too," she snapped. "I'm having a little cookout at my home this evening. I would like for you to come. It's not going to be anything fancy, but I can guarantee you'll enjoy it."
"That sounds like fun," I replied.
"Great! I'll give you directions and everything later." she chirped.
"Thank you," I yelled, watching her sexy derriere disappear down the hallway. Dropping back into my chair, my mind raced. "What the hell was that all about?" I muttered.
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't upset. On no! On the contrary, I was both excited and delighted. On top of that, I was so hot I could hardly stand it any longer without some kind of relief. "What on earth is that heavenly scent she's wearing?" I mumbled. Just the thought of her fantastic fragrance turned my thermostat up several degrees. Squirming around in my chair, I was relieved to see there was still no one else in the office yet. Ms. Bennington's delicate aroma past through my mind again. More heat! More squirming! I quickly pulled the back of my skirt out from under me; there was no doubt in my mind that things were about to get wet down there, whether I wanted them to or not.
"Oh God." I groaned, biting my lower lip in an attempt to keep at least the vocal part of the pleasure I was experiencing down there to a minimum. My body softly trembled on the outside while my insides did a little rain dance.
Once my brief moment in ecstasy was over, I stood up, straightened my skirt, and dried my chair with a handful of tissues.
"I hope you're pleased with yourself, Ms. Bennington," I mumbled. "That's another pair of my panties with your brand on em."
#
After spending the rest of the day so full of excited anticipation, I was barely able to function properly, and her wonderful scent fogging everything else in my mind, I finally eased my old car up Ms. Bennington's long driveway. I had arrived only a few minutes earlier than the 6:30 PM. time she had given me along with the directions to her home.
At first, I was surprised to see only one other car parked in the driveway, hers. Then I figured she probably had asked me there a little early so I could give her a hand with the last minute details of getting things ready for her other guests. That's when good old self-doubt kicked me in the butt.
"Is that why she wanted me here?" I asked myself. "You got yourself all excited about this and you're just here to be the maid? No, she wouldn't do that to me! God! I hope that wasn't all just a big come-on to get me out here to help her! No, she wouldn't!"
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After a rather lengthy verbal battle between myself and I, I hesitantly knocked on the front door of the large, affluent house. Within seconds of my knock, the door swung open. The smiling vision before me was enough to excite the strictest of monks. The crisp I'm-all-about-business-type suit I was use to seeing her in had been replaced by a beautiful, soft, flowing sundress. Her normally penned up hair hung in delicate, red waves well past her shoulders. The sharp, workday make-up she always wore had been exchanged for soft, evening-at-the-Met coloration. She was the most beautiful, elegant creature I had ever had the pleasure of looking upon.
"I'm so glad you came!" she bubbled, reaching out and pulling me inside by both hands. "I was worried you might change your mind and not show up."
Yeah, and the Pope might switch to Mormonism too
, I thought to myself. "No, Ms. Bennington, I've been looking forward to it all day," I replied. "It's not every day that I get invited to the CEO's house."
"First off; it's Lisa when we're not at work," she said. Then her gorgeous face took on a sad look. "But more importantly, I hope that's not why you came out here. I mean, because I'm the boss." She pulled me a little closer. "I would be very disappointed if I thought that."
"Oh no ma'am," I replied. "I..." Suddenly my nose swung into action. A hint of her delicate fragrance laced the air. My pulse kicked up a few beats. My mind went all to pieces. I forgot what we were even talking about. I fought to remember what I had been about to say. "I... really like you're... dress," I said the first speakable thing that came to my flustered brain.
She grinned, leaned slightly forward and pulled the top of the lovely sundress away from her chest a little, "I noticed you seemed to like the outfit I had on this morning too," she teased. "I mean, when I leaned over your desk."
