I am at a lunch party, sitting next to an attractive, middle aged, lady that I have never met before. It is high summer in South Africa , it's hot and she is wearing a long flowing dress. She has a great figure, is very chatty in an interesting way because she reveals the right amount of information about herself while finding out something about me.
I am finding myself physically very attracted to her. My interest is entirely captivated by this woman and the other guests are starting to notice so they mount a rescue mission, but I don't want to be rescued.
She is very confident, comfortable in her own skin and chats away. Then she leans back in her chair and spreads her arms across the two neighbouring chairs, it helps to keep cool. A waft of hot female armpit hits my nostrils. At first I am horrified. B.O. and then I realise that that feeling is a learned response and far from it being off putting, actually I like it. I like it a lot.
This is the smell is of hot woman, it's a cocktail of sweat, hormones and pheromones and assails my nostrils with an unmistakable signal. So far, apart from being chatty, she has shown no sign of sexual interest in me but, involuntarily, my cock twitches in my pants just as she happens to glance down.
She smiles as she notices. It is very noisy in the room and I heave to lean close to hear what she is saying. I get another burst of that sweet smell of armpit with its none too subtle pheromone message.
"I think you can smell me?" She says in a knowing way, "I should say I'm sorry about that, but the bulge in your trousers tells me you like it that way." I am stunned, a woman with confidence, not only in her own sexuality but also in her own body odour. God it smells sexy and my mind starts to run away when she leans close, but not so close that the other guests would think it amiss, and says.
"You like that don't you?" and I nod. "Well you should smell my cunt, it's warm down there in this heat and I'm getting horny." My cock leaps in my trousers, she notices. You know your relationship has entered a new level the first time a woman uses the word cunt to you, particularly in public.
Not only is she interesting to chat to but has almost issued an invitation to smell her cunt. "You'll be needing to go to the toilet in about ten minutes." She says as she moves off into the various groups that are splitting away from the table. Ten minutes later, I make my way to the bathroom, more out of curiosity than expectation .
She is perched on the edge of the bath, legs wide apart, with her full flowing dress pulled up to her waist. No knickers, it's all on display. The lips of her sex are slightly parted and there is an obvious glint of moisture between them. The pubic hair is trimmed away from the sides and forms a perfect, neatly shaped, wedge pointing down to the inviting opening of her sex.
"Lock the door and drop your trousers," she commands, "Then kneel down on that pillow. You may as well know that I don't do fucking on these occasions but we can still have some fun."
I manage to get my trousers down and release my pulsating cock from its prison. She takes her knickers that are balled up in her right hand, wipes the moisture from her slit and passes them to me.
