Craving Your Scent - Sex Stories

Craving Your Scent

I’m lying here ignoring the world, spending a few minutes relaxing and all I can think about is you.

I need to touch you, feel you, but most of all, I want to taste and smell you. I’ve missed that scent, that sweet perfume that intoxicates me and drives me wild.

All I can think of is that last time we were together…

I know you’re shy, but I also know how much exposing yourself turns you on. Having you stand naked in the open floor to ceiling window, looking out over the city, not knowing if one person or a hundred people are watching. As I stand behind you and gently caress your breasts, I know from your scent that you’re already wet, you’re shaking from nerves, from the exposure. Covering your eyes with a blindfold, your sharp intake of breath says it all.

You think I don’t know that I’m doing this as some sort of punishment, but I understand. Whilst on the outside, you’re shy, nervous and very reluctant. You enjoy that feeling of being watched… being exposed.

As we continue to play, I describe what I can see. That perfectly curvy, voluptuous figure and I tease. Pinching and pulling your nipples. Gently caressing your thighs and ass.

Holding your hands by your side, I whisper in your ear that you’re being watched. You try to shy away and cover up, but I hold you tight and your breathing belies your outward reaction. I describe what I see. A mature lady in her late fifties in the hotel opposite, watching intently. She takes out her phone and takes a picture (the flash revealing her actions).

As my hand slowly moves round and teases your opening, caressing your clit, you twitch with how sensitive you are. I can’t remember you being this wet. I ask if you want me to stop, if you want the curtains closed and all you whimper is ‘No’… ‘I want her to see’…