I’m a lucky man because instead of having to seek out a woman who loves panties as much as I do, one came to me. Actually, three came to me women after my own heart who lusted after what I held dear. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
I’d met the first woman a few months ago, while on the job. Everyone has heard of small businesses, but few have imagined one as small as mine. I’ve spent the past two years slowly growing an independent distribution service. I handle sales, inventory, bookkeeping, customer service, and even deliveries, all on my own. Most of my customers are also small companies, and delivering to one of them had become the highlight of my week.
I always looked forward to seeing Marie, the receptionist. She was not simply beautiful she was striking. She had long, simply styled black hair and always wore tasteful, sexy clothes that perfectly hugged her magnificent figure. It was only her lovely smile and warm demeanor that enabled me to string two words together during my weekly visits, but all along, I’d thought she was out of my league.
One spring day, I checked the time and was surprised to see it was just after five o’clock. I was close to Marie’s office, so I decided to get their delivery done before calling it a day. My loaded hand truck made me clumsier than usual, and I banged the front door open much too loudly. Marie looked up with surprise, and then flashed me a smile.
“Hey, you,” she called out. “What are you doing here past quitting time?”
“No such thing for a captain of industry such as myself, Marie.”
“Well, there is for us office drones. Everyone else is gone for the day. Let me give you a hand.” She came around her desk and held the front door open for me. Proud of her gorgeous legs, Marie favored short dresses. That day’s was red, which she paired with nude stockings.
Once I was inside the office, Marie bent over to retrieve the front door keys from her desktop, and I couldn’t help but notice her panty lines as her snug dress hugged her behind, and my cock began to harden. The truth is I have a fetish for the aroma of women and the taste and smell of their panties. For most men, undies are nothing but the barrier between them and a woman’s pussy. For me, panties are a destination, and the thought of how Marie’s sexy stockings were at that moment pressed so tightly against her panties, and trapping her scent, made me crazed with lust.
Marie was looking around the storeroom and shaking her head. “They put more and more stuff in here, but no one ever moves anything out. What a mess!”
She was correct. There was no space on the floor, but I noticed that the top shelf was bare. “I can stack the boxes up there for now,” I offered.
“Sure,” Marie said. She kicked off her high heels and placed a shapely foot on the bottom rung of the ancient wooden ladder that was near the shelves. “Pass them up to me.”
“Marie,” I protested, “I appreciate the help, but I can put the boxes up there.”
She waved me off. “It feels good to get a bit of exercise after sitting at that desk all day. Pass me a box unless you can’t lift them that high,” she added teasingly.
Marie languidly ascended the ladder, and I stood behind her, taking my time to relay the boxes because her superb ass was directly in front of my face. I was incapable of not admiring her nylon covered thighs as she strained to arrange the boxes.
“I can’t quite reach,” she murmured, and then carefully ascended another rung. By that point, Marie’s knees were at my eye level. I hastily bent to retrieve another box, and I knew that if I looked upward I would see underneath Marie’s dress. I didn’t want her to catch me in the act, but in the end, my panty fetish won out. Marie had one foot on the highest rung and the other on the one below. Her thighs were parted, and as I peeked, I could see the cotton oval of the crotch of her stockings pressed tightly against her white panties. I took a step closer, and her ass was no more than a foot from my face. And as I stared, Marie’s dress actually began to rise up her legs the sight of her awed me.
“I tried everything,” she said softly, “to get you to notice me.” I looked at her reddening face, not believing my good fortune. “I guess I got desperate,” she explained, “so here I am, lifting my dress to you.” She laughed nervously.
“W what about your boyfriend?” was all I could say, recalling that she’d once mentioned having one.
Marie’s face exhibited a rare sour look. “We broke up weeks ago.”
“Is that right?” I murmured. She smiled again as I helped her off the ladder. We immediately locked in a passionate embrace, our tongues lightly touching as we made out. Then, as Marie licked my neck, I whispered that what I wanted, above all, was to taste and to smell her pussy. She looked me in the eye and said. “That sounds wonderful. Please do.”
Marie bent in front of me, and I lifted her dress above her waist. I hooked my fingers in her pantyhose and slid them down slowly, stopping halfway to her knees, so that the nude colored nylon was banded around her alabaster thighs. Marie’s white lace panties clung tautly to her splendidly rounded ass. “You’re unbelievably beautiful,” I whispered as I nuzzled her fine ass. I sniffed and licked her butt through her panties, and then changed my angle to tease her pussy with my nose. Her undies were notably warm and damp, having been worn all day long. Her delicious aroma was trapped within the wet lace. Marie trembled and encouraged me with breathless words.
I sucked her panty crotch right into my mouth, savoring her taste. Marie’s hips bucked and little whimpers escaped her clenched lips. As much as I wanted to taste her pussy, I reluctantly peeled down her soaked panties. Her cunt was glistening with her delectable juices, and I alternated between tonguing her clit and asshole and licking and sniffing her moist panty crotch. My joy was unconfined as I madly licked and sniffed the lovely Marie and her panties.
I slid two fingers into her pussy and teased her clit with my thumb as I continued my tongue work, and it was not long before a robust orgasm ripped through her body. After Marie caught her breath, she spun around. “I almost stopped you when you started to sniff my panties, but then I got so hot when I saw how much you liked it!”
“You smell so marvelous, Marie. I can’t get enough of you.”
She sat her naked ass on a box and peeled off her panties and pantyhose. “Here,” she offered, “sniff them while I suck that hard cock of yours.”
Marie fell to her knees and wrapped her lips around my dick, sucking me as she fingered my balls. I pressed her fragrant panties and pantyhose to my face and sniffed as deeply as I could, actually licking her dampened panty crotch and moaning in bliss.
“Mmm,” Marie breathed, licking the tip of my dick and watching me. “Are you going to fuck me now? And the right answer is ‘Yes, Marie.’”
“Yes, yes, yes, Marie!”
She pulled up her dress and sat on the box again, and then leaned back and parted her thighs. Marie had a full bush, clipped short to expose her slit. Her lips parted invitingly, shimmering with her nectar. I leaned down to give her pussy a long lick, and then I stood up and ran the head of my cock up and down her slit. She groaned with frustration. “Don’t tease me get that cock in me!”
I chuckled at her impatience, and then slid my cock into her pussy. I began to pump my hips, gradually increasing the pace of our fucking. Marie whimpered, hugging me tightly as she crested and shivered through her orgasmic pleasure.
I pulled out my cock and then lifted her shapely legs in the air. I took a moment to stare at her glossy pussy and delectable asshole, which gave me an idea.
“Can I fuck your ass, Marie?” I was feeling completely uninhibited with her.
She smiled. “That would be a first for me, but I want you to.”
Trembling with anticipation, I gently spread her cheeks apart and probed her asshole with the tip of my finger. The honey flowing out of her pussy had glazed her hole and would ease my way. I slipped my digit in and out of her clenching anus, making her moan. When she felt like she’d relaxed a bit, I gradually worked my slick cockhead into her snug opening. As soon as I was inside her, she started bucking back against me. I was getting seriously turned on, and I knew I was going to come soon.
Marie had propped herself up on her elbows and was watching my dick slide in and out of her ass. I noticed her panties and pantyhose lying next to her, and the sight of them brought me over the top. “Yes, come in my ass,” Marie whispered, her hands fondling her breasts through her dress. I groaned and released everything I had into her. Her hands found my balls, stroking and caressing me as I came. We stared at each other for a moment afterward, and then we kissed.
Marie and I would have been happy together, but all we had together was eleven weeks. She had received an irresistible job offer on the other side of the country that would allow her to ditch the dead end receptionist gig she’d been enduring. She’d begged me to come with her, and I was sorely tempted, but relocating my business was not an option.
During our time together, one of my great pleasures was buying panties and pantyhose for Marie. She would model them and was delighted by how crazy she made me. Other times, she would wear one of my favorite pairs, and then make a present of them to me in the evening. She would suck my cock as I sniffed and tasted her undies. I had fallen in love with Marie, with her energy, her open mindedness and enthusiasm for life, and it was not easy to let her go, but I did.
One day I found myself in front of the lingerie store where I used to shop for Marie, and, feeling nostalgic, I decided to stop in one more time. There were no customers there on that fine summer afternoon. I casually browsed their wares and was actually about to turn and leave when Isabella, a salesperson I had dealt with a few times, called out to me.
“Hey there, welcome back. Shopping for your girlfriend?”
“Sadly, I don’t have a girlfriend anymore, Isabella.”
“What! You two seemed to have a good thing going.”
I blinked at her. “I don’t believe you ever met Marie.”
“I didn’t, but if a guy is buying lingerie for a girl, they’ve got a good thing going.”
I smiled a little. “Maybe you’re right.”
She called out toward the back of the store. “Hey, Jess, remember the guy who was always buying panties and stockings for his girl? They broke up!”
The other salesperson, apparently named Jess, poked her brunette head through some curtains in the back of the store and hollered, “Oh, that’s too bad!”
I smiled at Isabella again and gave her a good look for the first time. She was a tall beautiful redhead, a little heavy on the makeup, but she had a lovely face, fair skin and large natural breasts. Her black dress was low cut and hugged her curvy hips and ass splendidly.
“Seriously,” she said, “I am sorry.” I didn’t know what to say to that, so I kept quiet and let her continue. “It’s a shame. We’ve got some nice new stuff in, too.”
“Oh? Like what?”
Isabella walked around the counter and looked me in the eye. “I know you have an eye for panties, and we just received some pretty new ones and some beautiful stockings.”
Her black dress was quite short, ending three or four inches above the knee, and I admired her legs, sheathed in nude pantyhose. “I love the stockings you have on right now,” I said, meaning it.
She looked down at herself appraisingly and ran her fingers over her slippery nylon covered thighs. “Yes, I love them, too. I love the feel of a beautiful, high quality pair of pantyhose. The feeling I get when I pull them on in the morning they’re so tight and they fit so perfectly. Mmm, that just gets me going.”
I imagined Isabella in her bedroom, wearing a bra and panties as she pulled a pair of nylons up her naked thighs, manipulating them this way and that and making them fit just so. My cock had hardened at an alarming speed.
“What about panties?” I asked, trying to keep my voice even. “You must be pretty particular, what with you working here and all.”
“Oh, yes. A good pair of panties should fit like a second skin, and yet should be so comfortable that a woman should be scarcely aware of them. And I never wear thongs. I find them to be charmless. A little bit of panty line is not the end of the world.” Isabella peered at her wristwatch. “It’s well after five. I’m pretty sure Jess left. I’m just going to lock up. Keep me company while I put some of this stuff away.”
Waiting for her in the storeroom, I examined some of the new items. Feeling lustful indeed, I admired a selection of designs. One pair in particular caught my eye, and I held them up to the light. They were pink and delicate, almost weightless, with four or five subtle, almost transparent lines that went all the way around, front and back.
I held them up when Isabella returned. “These are pretty,” I said. “One of the nicest pairs I’ve ever seen.”
She laughed. “That’s so funny! I’m wearing those right now.”
“Yeah, right,” I answered.
Still laughing, she playfully lifted her dress above her hips. I could make out the pink panties through her light colored pantyhose. I was suddenly starving for this woman, and I wanted so badly to taste her that I felt I might lose my mind.
“They look great on you,” I said hoarsely. I hesitated a moment, then continued. “I love a woman in panties more than anything.”
“I suspected as much,” Isabella said levelly. “I bet you like to smell them, too, right?”
I met her eye and admitted it. “Yes, that’s my thing.”
She turned, still holding her dress above her waist, giving me a look at her lovely round ass. “I have no problem with that at all,” she said with a sweet smile. “Do you really think these look nice on me?”
I stared at her gorgeous ass for a moment. “Take the pantyhose down a little and let me see you properly.”
With her back to me, but looking at me over her shoulder, Isabella hooked her fingers into the waistband of her pantyhose and peeled them down her thighs. The panties were clinging snugly to Isabella’s curvy ass.
I stared at her splendid butt and thighs and asked meaningfully, “How long has it been since you put these panties on?”
“I’ve been wearing them all day, sweetie,” she answered softly. “Hours and hours. Go ahead and sniff me. I know you want to.”
I ran my hands over her cheeks and spread her butt open. My face fit beautifully, and I began to sniff and lick her asshole through her panties. I gently fingered her butt hole as I ran my face down toward her crotch, where I inhaled deeply. Her scent was magnificent, and I began to eat her pussy from behind, licking her through her pink undies.
Isabella’s hips trembled as I sucked on her cotton clad crotch and fingered her asshole. She reached between her legs for my zipper, opening my pants and pulling out my swollen cock, massaging and stroking me. I gingerly peeled down her aromatic panties just enough to reveal her flawless ass and her fine, wet pussy. I greedily tongued her cunt, lapping her juices as they trickled out of her. Her taste was glorious, and I told her so. I teasingly fingered her clit as I buried my face in the exposed crotch of her soaked panties, sniffing and running my tongue along the dampened cotton, almost whimpering with delight. Then I returned to Isabella’s ass, probing her hot hole with my tongue as she squealed with pleasure. I did not let up my fingering of her clit, and she climaxed violently, the nectar streaming out her cunt faster than I could lap it up.
“You taste so goddamn good,” I told her as her breathing escalated, coming in hot, hard gasps.
Isabella turned to face me. “On the floor,” she said with a laugh. “I’m gonna fuck your brains out.” She pulled off her soaked panties, as well as her stockings, and straddled my hips as I lay on the floor. She lowered her hot pussy over my cock as we let out simultaneous groans of pleasure. I fondled her lovely ass as she ground her hips against me, driving my cock deeply into her. She reached for her sodden panties and playfully rubbed them on my face.
She pulled her dress over her head, her hips rising and falling as we fucked. She watched closely as I sniffed her fragrant panties. “You love the smell of my pussy?” she whispered. “Can you taste me on my dirty panties? Yeah, lick them oh, lick my panties.”
I pulled Isabella off me and positioned her on her hands and knees on the floor and got behind her. I ran my hands through her thick, flame red hair before palming her big breasts through her lacy black bra.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded. “Fuck me.”
I marveled again at the beauty of Isabella’s smooth, white ass and thighs as I sank my dick deep into her pussy, both of us groaning in unison. She had just reached between our bodies to toy with my balls when the door squeaked open. I looked up to see Jess, the other salesperson, standing frozen, her hand on the doorknob and her eyes wide.
The three of us stayed still for a moment. It was Isabella who broke our collective paralysis. “Jess,” she called out. “In or out? Can’t you see I’m fucking a customer?”
There was a beat, and then the three of us broke up in laughter. I took a good look at Jess. Gorgeous black hair framed her face. She wore an elegant vest and skirt combination with a demure white blouse. Her lovely legs were sheathed in black nylon. She had still not left the room and was, in fact, staring at us. Just to see what would happen, I began to move my hips, fucking Isabella again, and said to Jess, “Sorry if we shocked you. This encounter wasn’t planned.”
Jess said, “No, that’s quite all right. We’re all adults here. I’m going to give you guys your privacy.” She turned to go but then stopped herself. “Unless ”
Isabella was thrusting her hips back toward me. “Unless what?” she panted.
Jess hesitated, and then continued, “Well, do you two mind if I watch? I’ve just, well, I’ve never seen people in real life . . . actually, well, fucking.” Her face had gone crimson.
Isabella giggled. “It’s fine with me, and believe me, it’s fine with him.”
Jess had a seat and watched wide eyed as Isabella, and I began to fuck in earnest, our thighs slapping together loudly. Isabella’s groans became longer and louder, and suddenly she went totally silent, only to let out a guttural howl of utter satisfaction as she climaxed again before pulling away from me.
Her face glowing with perspiration, Isabella took my cock into her mouth and began to suck me. The pleasure was indescribable, and I knew I was going to come soon. I kept my eyes on Jess. I was thrilled to see her hand had disappeared into the waistband of her skirt. Isabella noticed this and motioned for Jess to come closer. Jess stared at my cock, her face flushed, as Isabella whispered something in her ear. Jess smiled and covered her mouth with a hand, seeming amused. I felt her other hand on my balls as she said, “Isabella says you want to smell me as she sucks your cock. Is that true?”
“Nothing would make me happier,” I managed to utter.
I watched unblinkingly as Jess, looking down at me on my knees, raised her stylish gray skirt. She helped me peel her constricting pantyhose down as far as her thighs. She wore a lovely pair of white, almost transparent briefs. I brushed my nose against the front of her panties, sniffing her as Isabella returned my cock to her mouth. Jess helpfully held her skirt up and parted her legs, watching intently as I wallowed in her essence. Her panty crotch was moist with her tasty juices, the tang and smell of her pussy magnificent. It was all too much, and my climax tore through me as Isabella gamely continued to suck me as I blew what had to be the biggest load of my life. I growled my pleasure, my nose still planted firmly between Jess’s thighs. I sucked her panty covered crotch into my mouth as wave after wave of pleasure hit.
Her lovely face glowing with perspiration, Isabella, laughing, said, “Jess, I think we’re too good to this guy.”
Jess, with a look of bewilderment but also of intense exhilaration on her face said, “Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m not done with him yet. Are you?”
Isabella considered my rapturous face and laughed harder than ever. “No, I’m not done with him, either. That okay with you, panty lover?”
Those were the words I’d wanted to hear, and I hoped that we wouldn’t be finished for a long, long time.