Scents And Sensitivity - Sex Stories

Scents And Sensitivity

... didn't, he inhaled deeply.

I knew that look. The look of a scent addict. Because I'd seen it before, with my wife. And in my mirror.

"You like them." It wasn't a question.

Yet he answered immediately. "Oh, yes. They're wonderful. You're... wonderful. You smell so..." Martin breathed my scent in again. "...so... oh, God, I'm sorry, Tess. I'm terrible with words. Ellen always used to tease me about it. Said I got tongue tied during sex 'cause all the blood left my brain to fill my..." He stopped himself short of saying the word as if embarrassed to use such language in front of me.

"Your cock?" I finished for him. "Is that what's happening now, Marty? Getting so turned on by my scent that all the blood is rushing to your cock? Getting you aroused? Getting you hard?"

His single word reply was low, but full of need. "Yes."

"Show me."

This time, he didn't hesitate. Standing before me, he undid his shorts, kicking them aside the moment they hit the floor. Then came the boxers, tossing them with the same abandon.

"That's lovely, Martin," I sighed. "It's been a long time. Nice to see I still have that effect on men."

Martin merely grinned. Bringing the panties to his nose, his dominant hand got down to business.

"Forgive me," I chuckled, "where are my manners? Did you need some lube, dear?"

Martin laughed softly. "Nah, I'm fine. Old school." With that, he spit loudly into his palm.

"Whatever works for you," I smirked. "Me? I make my ...

... own."

Martin's wide eyes locked onto me as I casually shrugged off my robe. I was, of course, naked beneath it.

"My God, You're beautiful, Tess."

"Why, thank you, dear. Now, I know you're enjoying those panties. But how'd you like to smell the source? I still haven't showered yet, so I'm nice and sweaty for you."

"Can I?" Martin dropped to his knees before me.

I parted my legs for him. "Just remember; look, smell, as much as you want. Just don't touch."

To my surprise, Martin didn't immediately move between my thighs. Instead, he leaned in towards my neck. I thought he might kiss me, but he stopped short of making contact. He inhaled deeply, then sighed.

Pulling back slightly, he made eye contact. "If this gets too weird, Tess, just tell me. But I really, really just want to smell you, all over, every inch. I promise, I won't touch, just..."

He moved in again, inhaling behind my ear, then down along my neck. I lifted my arms over my head as he breathed in my pits, his eyes closed, an almost studious look about him, as if trying to discern the various scents his olfactory organs were receiving.

Then he was over my breasts, where he lingered for several long moments. His breath was hot on my skin as he exhaled after each deep draw.

Finally, he continued his sensory journey, traveling slowly along my abdomen, over my pubic mound, ending at last with his nose hovering directly in front of my swollen pussy.

His nostrils twitched as he breathed my essence in, over ...