Scents And Sensitivity - Sex Stories

Scents And Sensitivity

... Martin jumped on the offer before I could finish. "Of course, Tess. Let me just grab my tools and I'll be right over!"

"Oh, no rush," I chuckled. "Finish your yard work first. I actually really need to go back inside, tidy up a few things, and take a shower. But just pop on over whenever you're ready. And I'm making you lunch as payment. No arguments."

With that I went back inside, goosebumps rising on my bare skin as my body adjusted to the cooler temperature of the house.

Heading upstairs to the bedroom, I stripped off my sweaty tank top along with the sports bra I'd worn beneath, my breasts grateful to be released from the snug confines.

My shorts and panties came off next. I couldn't help but take a whiff of them. They were heavy with the fragrance of sweat and femininity. "Joan would love these," I thought as I threw them in the hamper.

It was a shared kink between us, our mutual love of each other's scent. Admiring myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but wish Joan was there to gleefully lick the beads of moisture that had formed in my cleavage and under my breasts. It wouldn't take long for her oh so talented tongue to work its way lower, to my sweat soaked cleft.

My fingers traced the wet pubes that matched my chestnut brown hair for a few moments before I brought my fingers to my nose. My body trembled as I breathed in, aching to be explored further as my thoughts drifted to early this morning and the time Joan and I had spent together before she ...

... had to head into the office for an emergency meeting.

"No," I shook my head, "not now. Too much to do before Martin arrives." Refocusing my energies, I turned my attention to tidying up; making the bed, picking up the loose articles of clothing, including Joan's panties. They had somehow wound up hanging off our computer monitor after I'd hastily pulled them from her this morning. I also cleaned and put away our vibrators and other sex toys.

I then had to empty the closet so that Martin could install the new shelves.

I did all of this naked, as I often was, especially in the warmer seasons. I loved being naked and wished I could go nude outdoors, but then, there were the neighbors to consider.

Well, really there was only Martin. His house sat adjacent to ours, our properties divided by the easily seen through fence. Behind us was a small plot of woods that separated our property from the houses on the opposite side of the block. And the house to the other side had been empty now for several years.

I wondered if Martin would mind me sunbathing nude. I also often wondered if he'd ever seen me or Joan naked through our bedroom window. His bedroom window was right across from ours, and I often forgot to close the curtains.

I paused from my activities to look out our window. I could see nothing through his, of course; the sun reflecting off the glass made it impossible to peer into his room. Which probably meant he couldn't see into ours either.

Still, my heart ...