Knicker and panty sniffing.
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Loyalish1245
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I enjoy smelling and using as a cum rag. Been doing it since I was younger.
bumpinthenight2022
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My step daughter seems to ... taunt me. She's a legal teen, high school senior, and when her mother is out of town for work, she walks around in her panties and bra. We recently traveled together, just she and I, had a hotel suite that we shared and she came into my room in just her bath towel to "ask for toothpaste." In this morning she came into my bedroom (back at home) in a bra and jeans while her mother was out. This is on top of little comments she's made.
I haven't acted on anything. I've slightly escalated though. One day when she came into my room in her panties and bra, I had a morning wood that was absolutely raging. I wasn't covered by the bed linens and I just didn't try to cover myself when she burst into my room (she never knocks). She stood in the doorway and made pointless conversation, and I talked back to her like nothing was untoward.
Anyway. Her... mode of operation has me absolutely losing it. She dances ballet and I love swiping her leotards after rehearsal or her regular panties after she's worn them for the day. I typically put them on my face while I masturbate and inhale her scent. Sometimes I wrap them around my dick. Occasionally I'll swipe something dirty and something clean (clean panties) and cum into the clean ones and return them to her drawer in that soiled state (I'll lay them out to dry for the day and return the I before she gets home). She never says anything, neither do I. I know she's worn them without washing them.
I'm SO DESPERATE to taste her, to feel her tightness, and despite us doing this dance, I get the fear that if I actually come at her directly, "making it real" would weird her out... everything so far is "circumstantial" ... even the soiled panties (I never put a full load on them, just a drop or two, which leaves a small "solid" patch with a little shine to it). When I'm fucking her mother/my wife, now, the only way I can cum is imagining her. She has a PERFECT body, flat tummy, perky b cups, amazing ass and thighs, long legs, beautiful face. The crazy thing is her and my wife turn heads everywhere they go. My the is no slouch. I guess the thing with my SD is the novelty of the forbidden fruit and her youth.
I haven't acted on anything. I've slightly escalated though. One day when she came into my room in her panties and bra, I had a morning wood that was absolutely raging. I wasn't covered by the bed linens and I just didn't try to cover myself when she burst into my room (she never knocks). She stood in the doorway and made pointless conversation, and I talked back to her like nothing was untoward.
Anyway. Her... mode of operation has me absolutely losing it. She dances ballet and I love swiping her leotards after rehearsal or her regular panties after she's worn them for the day. I typically put them on my face while I masturbate and inhale her scent. Sometimes I wrap them around my dick. Occasionally I'll swipe something dirty and something clean (clean panties) and cum into the clean ones and return them to her drawer in that soiled state (I'll lay them out to dry for the day and return the I before she gets home). She never says anything, neither do I. I know she's worn them without washing them.
I'm SO DESPERATE to taste her, to feel her tightness, and despite us doing this dance, I get the fear that if I actually come at her directly, "making it real" would weird her out... everything so far is "circumstantial" ... even the soiled panties (I never put a full load on them, just a drop or two, which leaves a small "solid" patch with a little shine to it). When I'm fucking her mother/my wife, now, the only way I can cum is imagining her. She has a PERFECT body, flat tummy, perky b cups, amazing ass and thighs, long legs, beautiful face. The crazy thing is her and my wife turn heads everywhere they go. My the is no slouch. I guess the thing with my SD is the novelty of the forbidden fruit and her youth.
Loyalish1245
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This sounds like amazing life and the beginning to a great story
bumpinthenight2022
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She'll be leaving for college in a few months... I'm too chicken to directly come at her. So unless she says something to me that very direct, it's not going to happen.
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I have my doubts that it would stop at only sniffing....
I might be wrong, but then again, I doubt I am
I might be wrong, but then again, I doubt I am
Leaderoft5b
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I used to sniff and masturbate into my friend's 19-yr old daughter's soiled panties whenever I stayed overnight at their house post-party during the late 90s. Even if the daughter was there she would always offer to sleep downstairs on the sofa and let me have the use of her room and bed - which was music to my ears the first time it happened.
I would typically wait until the early hours then visit the bathroom where I had spotted a wicker laundry basket.
Following a rummage through, there they were - 3 to 4 pairs of tiny black lace panties all with a dry line of vaginal discharge inside the crotch. I knew they were hers and not her mum's because she was a very slightly built teenager and the mother around a size 14.
I would take a pair of the panties back to her bed with me, sniff and lick the inside then wrap them around my cock and wank into them until I came. Sometimes I would also take a clean pair out of her panty drawer and do the same although the experience with the soiled pair was always better. The worry of them discovering evidence of my cum inside either the clean or used panties was always overtaken by the huge pleasure and excitement I felt while doing it.
A few years earlier I had met a girl at Spanish language evening classes and we became friends. I fancied her sexually in a way that I'd never felt before but she was over ten years younger than me and kept firmly reminding me that we were only ever going to be good friends.
Despite this we found ourselves almost operating like a boyfriend and girlfriend but without the intimacy. She was a recently qualified medical professional and living in a tiny flat at a hospital, far away from where she grew up with few friends and not much in the way of home comforts.
Due to this she spent an increasing amount of time at my house which I didn't mind at all. To begin with she slept in my spare bed which was small and uncomfortable, and knowing that I slept alone in a king size double she asked if she could sleep alongside me in my bed on the condition that I wasn't allowed to touch her.
This wasn't teasing on her part - she was simply just seeing the practicalities of making the time she spent with me as comfortable as possible. Of course it made me even more desperate to fuck her and I was hugely frustrated but knew that if I broke the 'rules' I would lose her as a friend and have no kind of relationship with her at all.
One weekend she asked if she could start doing her clothes washing in my machine as she often had no access to the over-used laundry room where she was staying. I of course said yes straight away and the immediate thought of her loose soiled underwear being brought into my house increased my heart rate dramatically.
Incredibly when she brought the first load around the following Sunday she left it with me to load in with mine as she had to go food shopping for a couple of hours. This was perfect, I waited for her to go then immediately began sifting through her laundry bag praying that she had included her underwear.
Of course she had, and I wasted no time in examining her lacy bras and panties, sniffing them and wishing I could get close enough to smell the real her. Knowing that I had it all to myself for a while, I sniffed kissed and licked the discharge off the inside of her panties before wanking furiously into them thinking of her. I'm straying a bit from the original op's question now but to further the story of this day, as I started to actually load her washing into the machine I had a phone call from her. She asked if she could spend the Sunday afternoon with me at my house because it was such a gloriously sunny day. I was happy to say yes of course and then she stunned me by apologising that she might be an hour longer than originally planned as she would have to go home to get her bikini.
I wanted this girl so much, it hurt. Seeing her body through a minimal swimsuit frustrated me even more but I knew that my only relief was to be masturbation while thinking of her.
To finish the story completely, there is a happy ending -
A few weeks later, we'd become even firmer friends - still platonic but we both wanted to include eachother in our lives. One evening while out for a drink she asked if we could go away together for a holiday, somewhere in the sun.
My boss at the time owned an apartment in Marbella and was happy for me to use it and glad that I wanted to take someone with me. Fast forward a few weeks and we arrived and found ourselves poolside in the sun - her in her bikini with me trying not to stare.
She politely asked me if I would mind if she went topless - this was of course commonplace in Spain at that time but I knew that it was going to make my raging hormones reach boiling point.
I tried to control myself, not stare but just enjoy the time with her - it did my ego no end of good and I looked forward to wanking in the shower later while she got changed. That evening we went out to a local bar and I introduced her to Southern Comfort, a favourite drink of mine for years but she had never tried it.
In Spain, at the time at least they half fill a tumbler with the main drink then add ice and top it up with the mixer. This made a very strong drink for both of us and we had two or three each before we headed back.
Knowing that Southern Comfort was known as 'liquid panty remover' I tried my luck again with her as we sat slumped together on the sofa. Astonishingly she allowed me to kiss her properly but kept repeating that she wasn't going to sleep with me.
I bided my time knowing that to push her too far would not only be illegal but would ruin everything that we'd found together since we became friends.
Despite my nervousness and her firm stand, she eventually allowed me to gently massage her tits. I complimented her on them having seen them earlier as she removed her bikini top at the poolside.
By now she was making noises to clearly indicate that she was becoming aroused. We were both still fully clothed but I dared to gently rub her pussy outside her jeans and she moaned again. My cock was by now as rock solid as it had ever been and I could sense the pre-cum forming on the tip.
I now knew that at long last I was going to get as close as possible to what I'd always wanted from her. I wasn't forcing myself against her wishes but just patiently waited as she became more aroused.
She suddenly drew her hands down to my crotch and started feeling the outline of my hard cock. Within seconds she had unzipped me and began to give me the ultimate pleasure firstly with her fingers and then her mouth.
I began to sense that we had reached the point where we would inevitably be fucking but she kept mumbling that she wasn't sleeping with me.
Despite this she allowed me to take off her jeans, slide her panties down and press my face into her pussy. It tasted amazing and I could hardly believe that this was finally happening. It went on for what seemed like ages, the mutual pleasure we took turns in giving eachother.
I eventually made the bold move of rubbing the tip of my hard cock up and down her pussy lips. She was loving this as much as I was judging by her moans of pleasure but she moved swiftly back when I attempted to push the tip inside her.
She hurried away to the bedroom, crying. I knew that I had pushed her as far as she was prepared to go and anything further would be off-limits both morally and legally.
I went to the bathroom and wanked myself into the sink, showered then joined her in the bedroom where we had a grown up conversation about what had just happened. I apologised for causing her to cry and she said it was ok, she had enjoyed the encounter but was upset with herself for getting so drunk. By the next day we carried on being just friends and for the remainder of the holiday - despite this I still felt like the cat that got the cream.
We kept in touch for a fair while after but gradually began to drift apart as her social circle of friends closer to her own age became bigger.
I'd wanted so much more from her in terms of her company, sex and a relationship but despite that, the night in Spain still remains in my memory as one of the most exciting sexual experiences of my life.
I would typically wait until the early hours then visit the bathroom where I had spotted a wicker laundry basket.
Following a rummage through, there they were - 3 to 4 pairs of tiny black lace panties all with a dry line of vaginal discharge inside the crotch. I knew they were hers and not her mum's because she was a very slightly built teenager and the mother around a size 14.
I would take a pair of the panties back to her bed with me, sniff and lick the inside then wrap them around my cock and wank into them until I came. Sometimes I would also take a clean pair out of her panty drawer and do the same although the experience with the soiled pair was always better. The worry of them discovering evidence of my cum inside either the clean or used panties was always overtaken by the huge pleasure and excitement I felt while doing it.
A few years earlier I had met a girl at Spanish language evening classes and we became friends. I fancied her sexually in a way that I'd never felt before but she was over ten years younger than me and kept firmly reminding me that we were only ever going to be good friends.
Despite this we found ourselves almost operating like a boyfriend and girlfriend but without the intimacy. She was a recently qualified medical professional and living in a tiny flat at a hospital, far away from where she grew up with few friends and not much in the way of home comforts.
Due to this she spent an increasing amount of time at my house which I didn't mind at all. To begin with she slept in my spare bed which was small and uncomfortable, and knowing that I slept alone in a king size double she asked if she could sleep alongside me in my bed on the condition that I wasn't allowed to touch her.
This wasn't teasing on her part - she was simply just seeing the practicalities of making the time she spent with me as comfortable as possible. Of course it made me even more desperate to fuck her and I was hugely frustrated but knew that if I broke the 'rules' I would lose her as a friend and have no kind of relationship with her at all.
One weekend she asked if she could start doing her clothes washing in my machine as she often had no access to the over-used laundry room where she was staying. I of course said yes straight away and the immediate thought of her loose soiled underwear being brought into my house increased my heart rate dramatically.
Incredibly when she brought the first load around the following Sunday she left it with me to load in with mine as she had to go food shopping for a couple of hours. This was perfect, I waited for her to go then immediately began sifting through her laundry bag praying that she had included her underwear.
Of course she had, and I wasted no time in examining her lacy bras and panties, sniffing them and wishing I could get close enough to smell the real her. Knowing that I had it all to myself for a while, I sniffed kissed and licked the discharge off the inside of her panties before wanking furiously into them thinking of her. I'm straying a bit from the original op's question now but to further the story of this day, as I started to actually load her washing into the machine I had a phone call from her. She asked if she could spend the Sunday afternoon with me at my house because it was such a gloriously sunny day. I was happy to say yes of course and then she stunned me by apologising that she might be an hour longer than originally planned as she would have to go home to get her bikini.
I wanted this girl so much, it hurt. Seeing her body through a minimal swimsuit frustrated me even more but I knew that my only relief was to be masturbation while thinking of her.
To finish the story completely, there is a happy ending -
A few weeks later, we'd become even firmer friends - still platonic but we both wanted to include eachother in our lives. One evening while out for a drink she asked if we could go away together for a holiday, somewhere in the sun.
My boss at the time owned an apartment in Marbella and was happy for me to use it and glad that I wanted to take someone with me. Fast forward a few weeks and we arrived and found ourselves poolside in the sun - her in her bikini with me trying not to stare.
She politely asked me if I would mind if she went topless - this was of course commonplace in Spain at that time but I knew that it was going to make my raging hormones reach boiling point.
I tried to control myself, not stare but just enjoy the time with her - it did my ego no end of good and I looked forward to wanking in the shower later while she got changed. That evening we went out to a local bar and I introduced her to Southern Comfort, a favourite drink of mine for years but she had never tried it.
In Spain, at the time at least they half fill a tumbler with the main drink then add ice and top it up with the mixer. This made a very strong drink for both of us and we had two or three each before we headed back.
Knowing that Southern Comfort was known as 'liquid panty remover' I tried my luck again with her as we sat slumped together on the sofa. Astonishingly she allowed me to kiss her properly but kept repeating that she wasn't going to sleep with me.
I bided my time knowing that to push her too far would not only be illegal but would ruin everything that we'd found together since we became friends.
Despite my nervousness and her firm stand, she eventually allowed me to gently massage her tits. I complimented her on them having seen them earlier as she removed her bikini top at the poolside.
By now she was making noises to clearly indicate that she was becoming aroused. We were both still fully clothed but I dared to gently rub her pussy outside her jeans and she moaned again. My cock was by now as rock solid as it had ever been and I could sense the pre-cum forming on the tip.
I now knew that at long last I was going to get as close as possible to what I'd always wanted from her. I wasn't forcing myself against her wishes but just patiently waited as she became more aroused.
She suddenly drew her hands down to my crotch and started feeling the outline of my hard cock. Within seconds she had unzipped me and began to give me the ultimate pleasure firstly with her fingers and then her mouth.
I began to sense that we had reached the point where we would inevitably be fucking but she kept mumbling that she wasn't sleeping with me.
Despite this she allowed me to take off her jeans, slide her panties down and press my face into her pussy. It tasted amazing and I could hardly believe that this was finally happening. It went on for what seemed like ages, the mutual pleasure we took turns in giving eachother.
I eventually made the bold move of rubbing the tip of my hard cock up and down her pussy lips. She was loving this as much as I was judging by her moans of pleasure but she moved swiftly back when I attempted to push the tip inside her.
She hurried away to the bedroom, crying. I knew that I had pushed her as far as she was prepared to go and anything further would be off-limits both morally and legally.
I went to the bathroom and wanked myself into the sink, showered then joined her in the bedroom where we had a grown up conversation about what had just happened. I apologised for causing her to cry and she said it was ok, she had enjoyed the encounter but was upset with herself for getting so drunk. By the next day we carried on being just friends and for the remainder of the holiday - despite this I still felt like the cat that got the cream.
We kept in touch for a fair while after but gradually began to drift apart as her social circle of friends closer to her own age became bigger.
I'd wanted so much more from her in terms of her company, sex and a relationship but despite that, the night in Spain still remains in my memory as one of the most exciting sexual experiences of my life.
