** Another true story of my experiences post divorce. I received a lot of feedback from panty lovers after my last story and many asked for more of my exploits with panties. While there were quite a few men that really enjoyed using panties for sex, this is probably the kinkiest panty experience for me and one that stands out in my memory **
Like most of the men I hooked up with, I met Karl through a dating/sex website. He was in his mid 40s and married. During the course of our online chatting, or what I like to refer to as my filtering process, he had told me that his marriage had lost its spark and that they were merely going through the paces rather than having a solid marriage. Something I had often heard and perhaps also experienced in my own marriage. He also said, his wife was too busy with work or other matters to be interested in doing very much with him, especially sex. That was a common thread that I heard and I was also aware that it was just a way for married men to justify having sex outside marriage. It really didn't bother me though, for as far as I was concerned, sex was just an act between two consenting adults.
He was a nice enough guy and quite fun on chat and we decided to meet up for coffee which ended up with us having sex. The sex was pretty good and we started meeting up now and again. The nice thing about Karl was that it wasn't always about sex. We'd sometimes meet just for dinner or coffee and just chat and then go home. And of course, there were times when we'd just meet for sex as well!
On one of our meetups, he told me how he loved sniffing panties, especially used panties. He told me he would often sniff his wife's panties or jerk into them. To him, it was like having sex with her when she wasn't around. Sometimes though, he would look for used panties in the laundry room when he visited friends and then take a quick whiff and that's when he knew he really just like the scent of a woman.
This reminded me of what Stephen, the guy that introduced me to panty sex, used to do. I had also heard this from some other guys that I had fucked so by now I knew it was a pretty common fetish.
Like most of the men with a panty fetish, he felt it wasn't something that he could tell his wife or share with her. He said he had sniffed her panties in front of her once and she seemed disgusted so he didn't do it again. He also said it wasn't something he found easy to tell other women either but somehow felt comfortable telling me.
That brings us to the Saturday afternoon where we had arranged another hook-up at one of the local hotels after meeting for dinner just a few days before. He had requested that I bring along a few pairs of my used panties and I have to admit that the thought of him wanting my panties did excite me a lot.
As usual, he dropped me off at the lobby and I checked in and sent him the room number while he parked the car. That was my modus operandi. It just seemed safer for all parties concerned, especially when the men were married and I didn't want there to be any repercussions in case his credit card showed up a hotel charge or anything like that. Yes, very considerate of me but I just wanted to avoid problems that could be traced back to me.
I was wearing what I often wore to hotels, a simple blouse and skirt, so I looked like I was on business. Karl didn't keep me waiting long and the doorbell of the hotel room rang. I opened it to find him grinning away and he quickly entered the room and shut the door. We embraced warmly and he gave me a peck on the lips. "So good to see you Erina." He smiled. "You look lovely, as always."
Karl was decent looking. Well-kept with a slight paunch but with broad shoulders that kind of offset his belly. As with most men, it was never their looks that enticed me but rather their personalities. It helped when they had both looks and personality, for sure, but looks was never a main consideration. God knows I fucked so many men that some would consider ugly!
"No need for flattery." I teased, "We're gonna fuck anyway, that's why we're here." I said with a smile, as my hands caressed his chest over his shirt.
"Nothing wrong with appreciating a woman." Karl countered. "Makes sex so much better in my opinion."
He leaned in to kiss me now, our lips fastening,and his hands grabbing my ass, before he pulled away. "Did you bring them?" He asked excitedly.
"My dirty panties?" I asked coyly, emphasising the word dirty.
He nodded, a glazed look in his eyes.
I smiled and walked over to the large, black handbag I had brought along with me. I opened it and fished out two cotton hicuts. One black and one beige.
"Only two?" He smiled, almost teasingly.
"Three with the ones I have on." I smiled back as I handed him the panties.
He took them from me excitedly, then brought each pair up to his nose, sniffing them and then examining them and then sniffing them again in turn.
"Fuck." He groaned. "These smell so fucking good. I just love how your panties smell Erina."
I sat on the bed, watching Karl sniff on my panties. Seeing the effect they had on him was so erotic and sent tingles shooting through my pussy. "What do you smell?" I asked, "Where do you think I was or was doing when I wore them?"
Karl, standing before me, looked at the beige pair, examining them closely. He sniffed it a few times. "This pair?" He ventured. "I smell some perfume on it, a little stale pee, maybe some sweat, and of course your pussy." He took another deep whiff. "I'd take a chance and say you wore these at work or maybe just at home?"
"At office, yes." I smiled, rather impressed and also excited at how he smelled all my scents. "For the whole day."
Karl let out a guttural moan as he sniffed them again and then lifted up the black pair. He did the same thing, examining them closely and then sniffing them.
"These have a stronger pussy smell." He declared. "Much stronger. Almost musky, yet citrusy. Less sweat, less pee too. And with perfume as well. I'd venture to say you were out for dinner or a date?"
"Remember dinner on Tuesday? " I said softly, with a smile on my face.
"Yes! I couldn't stay late so we decided not to go anywhere after." Karl replied. "Were you wearing these?"
I smiled wider, nodding, "Yes."
