Gibbous Moon wrote:Oh wow, the aroma of freshly worn, warm panties is delicious.
Years and years ago I was at a work Christmas party and was chatting to a colleague. She was very sexy and very sweet and I had a crush on her at the time. For some reason, lost in the haze of wine and whisky we drifted onto the subject of going commando. I told her that I was not wearing any boxers that night and she claimed to also be pantieless, but refused to believe me. We bantered around the subject for a few minutes and then I called her bluff and bet her ten pounds that I was not and she was wearing underwear. “Right,” she said, “let’s settle this,” and grabbed my hand and led me out of the bar. We were in a nightclub and as part of the private area there was a bit of open space. We stood facing each other like gunfighters at noon. I undid the button fly of my trousers and held them up and she grasped the hem of her skirt and pulled it up to mid thigh. By now I was very turned on and sporting quite a hard on, made even harder by the thought of revealing it to my sexy colleague.
She swayed from side to side, wiggling her bum and then said, “Now!”. I dropped my trousers and she pulled her skirt up to her waist. The memory of her eyes widening as she realised I’d not been bullshitting and was also flashing my hard c@ck at her still turns me on. She was wearing a lovely pair of black patterned skimpy panties, but wearing panties she was. She dropped her skirt her skirt and admitted defeat and asked me what happed now. I told her that she owed me a tenner and she asked me if I was sure. Being a bit slow witted it took me a moment to realise what she was actually saying. I then said that she could choose to hand over the tenner or her panties. I was gob smacked when she said she would hand over her panties but had caught up with the programme enough to say she would have to let me take them off. She grinned and nodded and I knelt down and slide my hands up her legs, over her bum and grasped the waistband of her panties and slowly, really enjoying the experience, the risk and the dirty look in her eye, I slid them down her legs. My heart was absolutely pounding in my chest when they got caught on the heel of her boot and I thought we were about to be caught in flagranto. However I mastered my shaking hands and slipped off her panties.
Standing up I showed them to her and asked her if I could keep them. She said, just for an hour, and I was to be careful with them because they were her favourites. I slipped her warm panties into my pocket. “Gosh, this is naughty,” she said and feeling them residual warmth from her pussy seeping through my pockets to my C*** I had to agree with her. Then we went back to the party. Our conversation was more business like for the rest of the evening but every so often we would grin at each other and she would say things like, “Well, I have to agree with you, you have my panties in your pocket.”
I have to admit that at the first opportunity I took them out and smelt them. They smelt absolutely gorgeous, and to this day I think she has the most beautifully scented pussy I have ever smelt. Spicy, rich, warm like fresh gingerbread. I was also pleased to notice a little slickness in the gusset and to realise that she had been turned on too. There wasn’t the opportunity to hand them back to her discretely when she left and when she left she kissed me on the cheek and told me to look after them. I whispered back that I thought she smelt gorgeous. She blushed when realised what I meant and then told me to enjoy them.
Lots of blushes and embarrassment the next day when I handed them back but the memory of the smell of her still haunts me and the faintest whiff of something similar has me instantly hard.
Happy days.
GM
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