Scents And Sensitivity - Sex Stories

Scents And Sensitivity

... feel Martin's eyes on me as I moved to my dresser to gather some fresh clothes, but when I turned back to him, he was again absorbed in reading the manual.

"Back in a few." I made my way to the bathroom, giggling slightly as I closed the door. It had been a long while since I'd been alone with a man, and although obviously nothing was going to happen between us, I still felt a little thrill as I removed my robe.

The water was warming up and I was just about to step in when I remembered I'd left my skin cream lotion in the bedroom, and I'd want to apply it in the bathroom since Martin was obviously going to be in my room.

Slipping my robe back on, I stepped out of the bathroom and down the hall.

I stopped short at my still open bedroom door. Martin was standing next to the laundry basket I'd removed from the closet earlier. He was holding two pairs of panties to his nose, inhaling deeply. His free hand rested over what was an obvious bulge in his khaki shorts.

To say I was stunned would be an understatement. Martin had always been so polite, so reserved. I'd never have thought him capable of such a thing.

But then, the man had recently lost his wife, his one true love. Perhaps he was just lonely. And of course even older men still have physical needs, desires... lusts.

I found myself not angry with him, but sympathetic. Understanding. And, as I watched him take another deep breath from the worn garments, more than a little excited.

Memories came ...

... rushing back; my first night with Joan. How quickly we'd embraced our mutual kink, the hours we'd spent enjoying, not just the erotic fragrance of femininity, but the sweat, the smell and taste of salty skin, the pheromones that quickened our pulses and made us ache for each other.

I felt the familiar ache now. And, on a whim, decided to do something about it.

"The blue ones are mine, in case you were wondering."

Martin dropped both panties to the floor, and for a moment I feared I'd given him a heart attack. "Tess! Oh my God! Look, it's not what you think, I just... just..."

The poor man's look of panic turned to fear as I sauntered into the bedroom. "Oh really? So I didn't just catch you rummaging through our dirty clothes hamper and sniffing our worn panties?"

Knowing full well the view I was giving him, I bent down to retrieve the panties and examined each pair thoroughly. "You really hit the jackpot with these, Martin; this is the pair I was wearing earlier this morning when we talked in the yard, and these Joan slept in last night. We also were wearing these when we had sex this morning."

I must admit I found the highly confused look on his weathered but still handsome face rather amusing. "Um, look, maybe I should just go. I really am..."

"Oh Martin, relax." Sitting on the edge of my bed, I offered him an assuring smile. "I'm not angry. Surprised? Yes. But not angry. You've been all alone for a while now, and we all have our needs, don't we?"

Martin ...