I met Jose when we were consultants for a tech company. I was thirty and he was twenty-two and just out of college.
Our long days of training workers ended with dinner and a trip back to the apartment complex where we were staying.
It’s lonely on the road. So we enjoyed each other’s company during our off hours. Who needed two separate apartments? Not us. So Jose often visited me for a scoop of ice cream, a movie on TV — and …
We started to kiss on the sofa one evening and one thing led to another, of course. Jose, burdened with a boner, slipped out of his khakis and briefs and let it all hang out while still kissing me. His shaved pubes and the site of his hard penis and tight bare balls got me wet.
So I went next. I slipped off my jeans and took off my panties. Jose took them from my hand, but instead of flinging them aside, he put them up to his nose and smelled the crotch. Wow. I had heard about guys getting off on the scent of a woman, but I had never been with someone who did it right in front of me. Jose wasn’t shy. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. His hard-on seemed to get harder, with pre-cum bubbling at the tip of his turgid dick.
After Jose sniffed my panties, he went right for my pussy.
He started sniffing my bush before extending his tongue for a taste of my vagina. Then he flicked it up toward my clit and played with it with his tongue tip. At the same time, he stuck two fingers into my juicy hole. Then he put his penis inside and we fucked. He pulled out just before he came and jetted a stream of semen onto my stomach.
Then he started to sniff his pussy-soaked fingers to get a last whiff of my scent.
As we lay on the sofa, I told Jose I loved his lovemaking. I wanted to know more about what turned him on.
“What turns you on about my scent? You sniffed my panties and my pussy.”
“I’m embarrassed. I didn’t mean for you to notice.”
“It’s OK. It turned me on to see you excited.”
“Yeah, well, you smell sexy, you know?”
“Do you do this to all the girls?”
“Hmm. I get off a lot on pussy smell. I dream about it. Started when I was in high school when I fingered a girl. Hours later, I didn’t realize at first what the smell was on my fingers until I remembered that I hadn’t washed my hands. I smelled my fingers the rest of the day. Couldn’t get enough of it.”
“Is it what you expected?”
“Nah. My friends on the playground used to say that a girl’s pussy smells like fish. But until you try it …”
“What does my pussy smell like?”
“Not fish. Hard to describe. Not anything I can think of. But, man, does it make me horny. Smells different on your fingers, sharper, when I guess it hits the air. Pussy itself smells kind of musky. But I love it all.”
“Can I smell your cock and balls?”
“Um, sure.”
And with that, I slid down to his penis, which was growing once again. Jose’s cock had a salty smell and, should I even say it, a fishy smell from its trip into my pussy. His balls smelled a little like salt, sweat and sports deodorant.
I don’t think his scent made me horny like my scent between my legs did for him. But I did like his cock and started to give him a blow job. His penis got hard in my mouth and Jose soon blew another load, this time showering my face.
The concept of my scent turning guys on stuck with me. Part of it is because I have a bush. It’s neatly trimmed around the sides, but the pubes trap pussy aroma. And for guys used to bald pussy, the smell could be an added attraction.