Sniff My Panties!!: Naughty Girls Do

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Sitting on the toilet, I smothered Holly's panties into my face with my left hand as I ferociously jerked myself off with my right hand. I again breathed in her smell. I felt like an animal. Nothing had ever turned me on so much before. I started panting, tiring from the excitement. After a few minutes, I came. Cum splattered on the wall five feet away from where I was seated on the toilet. After graduating from high school with a mediocre GPA, I embarked on a mediocre college career. Six years and countless "incompletes" later, a college graduate was born. Not only that, but a high school French teacher was born. My interest in learning the French language came about after I found out Gerard Depardieu was a "sex symbol" in France. I figured if he could be desirable to women, why not me? I just needed to have some knowledge of the language so I could say sexy French words to sexy French women. How I ended up with a teaching degree, I am still not sure. Whenever I do my laundry, I fold my clothes straight out of thedryerto avoid wrinkling and if I wait I probably wont fold them so it's just convenient. Sometimes I'm busy and I don't put themaway right away. For the past 6 or so months I've noticed that when I go to put them away some of my underwear are missing but I thought nothing of it (maybe I didn't wash them? Maybe dryer ate them? Maybe in hubbies nightstand? lol) until a month ago I washed almost all of my underwear at the same time and out of about 15-20 pairs only 3 of them were there. I was forced to go buy new underwear when I had just bought brand new ones. Well my mom in law is cleaning out my nephews' room(me and DH live with his parents and 3 nephews, oldest, david, is 12) So we are both hanging out at her house, waiting to go do something, and she had to leave to go do something. Maybe run up to the store or possibly mowing the lawn, I can’t remember, I just remember she was gone for something like 10 - 20 minutes. I was basically just wandering around her den looking at some of the books that the family had (I wasn’t ‘invading’ or anything, it was basically the room we had been hanging out in). My friend tells me that he has to go to bathroom. Nothing unusual.

And as I was thinking about my dilemma, it suddenly became obvious what the solution was. After all, I thought, my mother wears panties, doesn't she? So, what’s mediocre mom to do when it’s time to wash laundry? Or when the kids complain they are out of panties, but you know they can’t be out of panties because three days ago you washed two loads of panties and where the hell are they?It took a long, long time for me to attain any level of clarity about what happened that cold winter day over eight years ago. Over time, the wounds have healed—though they’ll never completely go away. But I have learned some important life lessons, and here’s what they are: A friend of mine did and it was such an odd experience. Here’s the gist of what happened, to the best of my recollection: Okay, this is the long story, of how it actually happened. Sorry if it's a little long, but I promise if you read both parts, that you will actually end up enjoying it. Here we go: I made sure he did not have the remote nearby, so he had no choice but to place his hand somewhere on me. He chose my knee. A very sexy and confident woman is one that knows this and is happy to use here vagina scent to be the temptress that all women are capable of being.

In fact, I’m betting some of you are panty sniffers and don’t even realize it; it’s one of those ingrained mother habits like cleaning your child’s face with your spit, or using your shirt to wipe a boogery nose. And while smelling underwear is a good way to determine cleanliness, I wouldn’t recommend doing it at a dinner party or in mixed company if the host should happen to return a pair of underwear to you. Assume the underwear is clean and do the sniffing at home. Ten-year-old daughter enters the picture, and like most ten year olds, leaves a trail of clothes, dirty and clean, behind her and on the floor and hanging out of the laundry hamper, and on most days there are in fact, more clothes on the floor than in her closet. This is what I decided to change. I kissed my father again, just like I used to when I was little. I kissed him before I went to bed, when I was about to leave or when he said something nice about me. And then there’s that. Sniffing the panty crotch implied I was concerned she was returning dirty underwear. Did I assume she didn’t wash them? What kind of friend did I think she was?

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But what about all of you out there! How many of you have the courage to confess your membership in this club? What other embarrassing things have you done in front of family and friends that left you horrified? Come on – out with it! While wiping my cum off the wall with toilet paper, I realized that this had been the third time I had ejaculated in the last several hours. And I became very pleased with myself. After flushing the DNA evidence down the toilet, I took a shower, metaphorically washing my sins away. I’ve seen pictures were you were holding me as a babe and you carried me with your hand there.” I replied. “When did it become too intimate? It hasn’t changed much, except for some hair.” What I said was true though, those past few weeks, all those interactions had been initiated by me, not him. My whole family was home for supper. I worried that I might feel awkward around my sister, considering my actions that day, but it was a perfectly normal meal. We talked about each of our own days, me lying and leaving out several details, and then we went our separate ways, like usual.

We weren’t very physical at the time. We did not hug or kiss. I don’t think we ever touched unless accidentally. The company did work at a health clinic and an office among other buildings. In the women's bathrooms, they have these receptacles for used tampons and pads so they don't get flushed and plug the pipes. I had to change the bags that go in the receptacles if they have anything in them. My first time doing this, I got curious and sniffed the used pad that was in there. My heart rate sped up and I was instantly hard! The smell on it was a bit acrid but sweet and flowery at the same time. I came in seconds, and decided to keep the used pad. I kept all that showed up during her cycle over the next few days.

The house was also a lot more peaceful than how I remembered it. Gone were my two older brothers, both having left the house shortly before I departed for college. The only ones left were my parents and my little sister, Holly, who was going to be leaving for college in a month. At the time, everyone was working during the day, so I had the house to myself. It was wonderful. So I’m in the middle of talking to the three of them, when I absent mindedly took the panties, turned the crotch inside out, and sniffed them. He got very embarrassed and was I, and eventually he just blurted out that he really liked me, always had and thought I was the sexiest woman on the planet. When I sat on his lap, his touch inched ever closer, until his warm hand covered the soft skin of my inner thigh and his thumb brushed the edge of my panties.