This story has elements of 'The process' in it as well as a reference to Michelle's love for the baritone voice of a black man, in particular, Barry White, as referenced in 'Meeting Me at the Ritz -- Part 2'. While the story stands on its own you may want to read the others first and then pick up where they leave off.
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Aromas...
Michelle had become aware of several of her erogenous zones. Like many women, she loved having her breasts played with and her G spot found. She loved a soft kiss and her hair being brushed. And she loved showering with her man, washing one another and getting to know each other more intimately than most would even consider.
But she had other erogenous zones too. Voices. Barry White's voice sent her into another world. Especially those first few lyrics "We got it together didn't we?". When she heard them it was as if her eyes would roll up in her head, she'd take a deep breath feeling her breasts pressing against whatever dress she had on, and her 'ladyness' would tingle. She would be there for as long as the song lasted and, in that state, whoever she was with could do whatever they wanted to with her. It was like an auditory rufie.
Processes. Anything men did in a repetitive fashion but especially the garbage men. She would wake up the mornings when the trash was taken out and already be wet before she even got out of bed. She planned her morning around getting to the bathroom window so she could see the men coming down the street, grabbing the cans tossing the contents into the hopper, and roaring down the street to the next set of cans. This scene played itself out every week and it was mesmerizing to her.
And aromas. Ah yes aromas. Michelle loved a man who wore cologne or a nice after shave. Robert used Eau Dynamisante which had a bergemont bouquet and Eau Ensoleillante which was more floral, and Michelle's preference. Michelle enjoyed it when he shaved because it combined two of her erogenous zones, the process of shaving itself turned her on, and then the application of aftershave, of a fragrance was the topper for her.
She also loved the smell of a man... down there. Something about a man, his pheromones she supposed, flipped a switch. When Robert worked outside and was sweaty as a horse after a race, came back in, she would practically jump him. And when she got close to 'him', the smell of his crotch was like spice on a gourmet meal. She would close her eyes and just breath in absorbing the scent. Memorizing it. Saving it in her memory for a moment later on when she would savor the thought.
Sometimes, when Michelle woke up before Robert, she would dive quietly under the sheet and just lay her head on his lap breathing in his fragrance. She could fall asleep again with his bouquet filling her nostrils and her lungs. Sometimes she would hold 'him' in her mouth as she did this not moving or sucking, just holding him there as if her mouth were a glove fit especially for his cock.
Today was garbage day and Michelle had done all her normal preparations. She'd taken care of Robert first thing, giving him one of her best blow jobs and swallowing his cum instead of having him cum on her face. She'd fixed him breakfast and coffee and sent him to the airport. He was going to be out of town for a couple of days on business and, while she loved being with him and never wanted him to be gone, she figured she could use the time really cleaning up the house and getting some gardening done that was just way overdue. And, she would watch as the garbage truck came down the street 'squeal, thud, roar' the sounds of brakes, garbage being tossed into the bin, and the truck roaring off to the next set of cans.
It had been a week since 'the incident' where Lil Shit, their dog had created the scenario with Tony and she. Michelle, Tony and Leroy, Tony's partner, were about to create an odd alliance. You see, the week after the incident had happened she wanted to make sure that they knew it was a one time thing. That she was a faithful wife, and she'd gone out to the street to have a conversation with them -- dressed conservatively.
Now, conservative for Michelle meant she was wearing a bra, she often went without one, and a skirt which came down more than 2 inches below her rear, or shorts. It didn't mean that she wasn't sexy. Michelle couldn't help but being sexy. Her body was exceptionally curvaceous. Standing 5 foot 6 or 7 and weighing in at a high school age 120 she wore a dress size 2 normally and sometimes got down to a 0. Never, ever had she had to put on a 4. That just wouldn't do. Her hips flared out from that small waist as did her ample chest. She was proud of 'the girls' which were a C+, and she loved to display them either by wearing something low cut, by opening up more than enough buttons on a blouse, or wearing something which clung to her covering her tits without leaving much to the imagination.
Dressed this morning in shorts and a t-shirt pulled tightly over her breasts with a thin lace bra underneath, she waited as they came down the street. She had LS on the leash. He barked as loudly as a 4 pound dog can as they roared up.
