So Horny He Could SMELL Me!

I had an unexpected hookup with a stranger last week – I met him in a surprising way. The kind of way that sounds like total porno schtick but was REAL . . . so, you know, it made me pretty excited. The manner of meeting was so unusual and specific I can’t even tell you about it in concrete details for fear of compromising both his privacy and mine.

Walking home from dinner down dark alleys with this guy the first night, I was thrilled to be heading back to our one-room pied-à-terre (my wife was at our regular home, giving me full run of our city apartment) and hoping to fuck him, but not sure whether or not it would happen.

The only real furniture we have in our apartment is a biiiiiiig bed. So if you’re going to hang with me in our apartment, I’m going to be in bed. And encourage you to be in bed. SO HE WAS IN BED WITH ME and eventually I got way too wiggly and excited and started to, you know, MOUNT him and rub against him. And most people can’t have me on top of them without reaching for my big tits (this guy was no exception). And under my short dress to my panties boxers (sorry, it’s the truth).

He pulled off my boxers and exclaimed what a wet pussy I had, and that he knew it was going to be super wet BECAUSE HE COULD SMELL IT ALL THE WAY HOME.

Yes, that’s right, he said he could smell my wet fucking pussy when we were walking back to my place. In open air. THROUGH my dress and underwear and everything. Maybe the boxers allowed more of my scent to waft out through the legholes? I’M NOT SURE HOW THIS COULD BE POSSIBLE!

Listen, I don’t know if he was making it up or maybe imagining it. He’s close to my height so maybe . . . closer to it? I personally couldn’t smell it (and I’m pretty attuned to my own scent, not in a way that blinds me to it but makes me hyperaware of it). Maybe he just has a really acute sense of smell? Or maybe it just seemed like a hot thing to say . . . I don’t know.

I’ve never had anybody say this to me before (that I recall, anyway). There are definitely times I can smell it through a nightgown when I’m not wearing panties and the fabric has been rubbing against my muff for a couple of nights, but when I ask Delia if she can smell it, she only can if she puts her face right up against me and inhales deeply.

Yeah, I had a moment of concern that it smelled overpoweringly bad, but . . . no fucking way. On my boxers my pussy smelled good, on my fingers my pussy smelled good . . . up close my pussy smelled good. THAT WAS YUMMY-SMELLING PUSSY for sure. I mean, he did come back for more!