In chapter One, I narrated how I seduced my professor with my panties. Chapter Two detailed how I got into a relationship with Steve, from the office, also through the use of my panties.
My relationship with Steve continued to go well. We kept our relationship a secret from the office as we felt there would be too many complications. I don't know if you could really call it a relationship actually. I think we both knew that we were more into each other for the sex. We were 'Fuck Buddies' more than lovers or anything else. Whatever it was, the sex was great!
Steve adored my panties and there was hardly any time that we had sex where my panties didn't play a part. He loved sniffing on them and he would get so worked up by the smell. Sometimes, he would sniff and chew on my panties as I sucked him off. It turned me on that he loved my panties so much.
I often wondered what it was exactly about filthy panties that turned men on. I had read somewhere that some women loved the smell of used stained panties too. This intrigued me and I often considered smelling my own panties. I would bring them close to me and then get grossed out and never complete the task.
One evening, I dropped off Steve at the airport. He had to go out of state for a few days. I drove him to the airport and as a farewell present; I blew him in the car, with my panties on his face, of course. I then gave him the pair of panties and drove home naked under my skirt.
At that time in my life, I lived with Nancy, a 34 year old redhead. She worked in this big legal office uptown and worked fairly long hours too so we didn't see each other all that much. I got home to a dark, empty house – something I was unaccustomed too as I was normally home early or with Steve. I went around switching on the lights in the house, ending up with Nancy's room.
As I switched on her light, I realised she had soft lighting in her room, giving it a real cosy feel. There was a lovely smell in her room, like lavender. Nancy was big into aromatherapy and the smell and soft lights made me feel very sensual. To this day, I don't know what made me do it but I started fishing around in her laundry hamper. Being a Friday, the hamper was full and full of her panties too.
It appeared that Nancy only wore black knickers because that's all I found. I picked up a pair of cotton hi-cut panties and stared at the white streaks on the gusset. I felt a pang of lust burst like a bubble in the pit of my stomach. I quickly looked at all the panties to find that they each had similar white streaks on the gusset. I couldn't help myself anymore and picked one up and jammed it against my nostrils. The smell was overpowering and made me dizzy. I was smelling pussy!
I had smelt the faint smells of myself on my fingers; in the air after sex; on men's faces after they licked me; but that was nothing compared to this. This was the thick, pungent scent of a woman. I almost went weak at my knees as I clutched the panties and inhaled deeply, relishing in the intoxicating smell. I felt my pussy start to secrete my own juices. I couldn't believe I was sniffing another woman's panties but I was. And it was incredible!
Almost as if in a spell, I picked up another pair. This pair was so sexy. It was a sheer black lace panty but the gusset was cotton. With trembling hands, I raised it to my nose. This pair had obviously been on a night out. It had the sweet floral scent of perfume all over it. I sniffed closer to the prime area – the gusset – and was overwhelmed by the mixed smell of pussy and piss. I have to admit I was initially a little reviled by the smell of the piss. The heavy, acidic smell was almost stinging but yet it sent jolts to my pussy. The feeling is best described as eating wasabi with sushi – but only in reverse. You get the incredible taste sensation and then you feel the incredible sting in your nasal passages.
I stared at the black lace panties and imagined Nancy in them. I had never had bisexual thoughts but the smell and feel of Nancy's panties were pushing me to areas I had never dreamed of before. I picked another pair up. These were stiff cotton with an extremely high waist. I figured they were support panties – the kind you sometimes wear to tuck in the tummy and give your butt some extra lift. I certainly didn't think Nancy needed any extra support.
I studied these panties. The gusset didn't seem to have quite as many white streaks on them. I lifted them to my nose and sniffed. I got the stale, dank almost putrid smell of sweat. But deep inside that was still the smell of pussy. I gulped hard, as my seeking nose found the pussy scent hidden, almost buried, in the sweat. I turned the panties in my hands, sniffing everywhere. The whole panty had the smell of sweat on it. I wondered if these were her exercise panties.
I found that my heart was beating fast and I had a lump in my throat. I searched deeper in her hamper, drawing out more panties. My pussy was soaking and I couldn't get enough of Nancy's panties. Was this the same feeling that Steve had? That the professor had when he sniffed at my filthy, used panties?
I selected another pair, a black thong. It was very sexy with transparent plastic straps, at the side, acting as garters. The crotch was heavily streaked with white stains and there were even small, tiny globules of pussy juice on them. The smell was strong and inundated my senses. These panties smelled very strongly of pussy, but it was different somehow. It was still fruity and musky but somehow it was a heightened smell – like concentrated pussy juice. That's when I realised that Nancy was probably fertile when she wore this thong. That would explain the globules. They were mucous secretions from her wet, sopping, fertile pussy.
I groaned involuntarily as I handled the most private, most sensual garment of my house mate. I moaned as I imagined where she had been, what she had done and realised that I could even decipher her body cycle by studying and smelling her panties. My pussy throbbed with lust as I sniffed each panty in turn, working myself up with lusty thoughts that accompanied the aroma's on her panties.
I placed all her panties back in the hamper and wandered into Nancy's attached bathroom. I needed to pee badly. I sat on the toilet and sighed as I felt my pee spray out of me. I could smell my pussy juices wafting up as I peed, that was how turned on I was. I wiped myself and pulled my panties back on when my eyes rested on the basin counter.
