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.
