My Pussy Diary: A Feast For The Senses - Sex Stories

My Pussy Diary: A Feast For The Senses

... that bush carries a sensual aroma unlike a shaved slit, then lick his way around my pussy lips and clitoris. But nature calls. I excuse myself to go pee but invite him to watch so he wouldn’t lose his hard-on. He follows me into the bathroom and watches as I stream a golden flow into the commode. I then wipe my wet pussy and we both go back to the sofa. “Sniff me again,” I tell him. I know my scent is sharper from the pee and he can’t get enough.

By this time, he has a raging erection about to explode. So I ask him to fuck me now. But he says he wants to eat me some more. He was drunk on my pussy. So I move on top of him and sit on his face. A few minutes of that puts us both over the edge. Rob shoots a load halfway to the ceiling and I gush pussy juice down my thighs with my own orgasm.

I broke the mold with the guys I have dated when I met Nick. He is fifty-eight and a longtime widower. We befriend each other at work. He confided in me that he hadn’t dated in years. And even while married, he and his wife didn’t really connect.

After a dinner date at a fish house, of course, Nick visits my apartment. And we get to talking.

“What would you think of ...

... me if I wanted you to see me naked?”

“I would think you are the same smart young woman at the dinner table.”

“That’s so nice to say. Now, want to see my pussy?”

“That’s an offer that’s hard to refuse.”

So I get naked for Nick.

“Like what you see?”

Nick is on the sofa and I walk close enough for him to stare at my bush and probably even pick up a musky whiff.

I thought Nick would be a veteran at this but he continues to confide in me. His wife wouldn’t allow him to look at her naked. He had never eaten out a woman.

Turns out Nick is less experienced than all those twenty-somethings I usually date and show off for.

I continue walking toward Nick and press my pussy against his face. He does what comes naturally. I can tell he is sniffing and the licking feels so good.

“Do I smell like the sea?” I ask him.

“You smell like cinnamon,” he says.

And then he takes off his pants. He jerks off as he eats me, and then he comes. I do, too, as he licks my clit.

“What did you think?” I ask Nick as we both sit naked next to each other on the sofa, my briny bush soaking wet from all the action.

“This was better than all-you-can-eat fish.”