Panties Are My Thing And One Day I Got Caught Sniffing – #Erotica

I love sniffing used panties!  So glad best freinds can share anything!

In my panties I’ve always felt good.  Not only do I feel good in them, but I’ve sort of always had an obsession with them.  From my very first pair that I can recall receiving I loved them.  I felt so feminine in them.  The cute colors and designs.  The soft cottons and silky satins, the possibilities to make a girl feel pretty were truly endless.  As I grew into a teen, I noticed I had an unusual craving, and that was to sniff my friend’s panties, both used and otherwise.  For instance, the first time it happened, my friend Amanda and I were the last two in the locker room after cheerleading practice.  “Hey I’m gonna pop into the shower for just a sec, be back in just a minute,” she said before be bopping off and leaving me alone looking down at her pile of loose clothes laying on the duffel bag on the bench.  On top of the pile rested a pair of the cutest yellow cotton panties with a small satin bow at the top.  She had just taken them off before wrapping up in a towel for the showers.

I took a look around and saw it was just me, myself and I in the locker room and with adrenaline pumping through me for fear she or someone else would come around the corner and catch me, I quickly picked up her panties and took a deep inhale through my nose.  From that moment, I was hooked on sniffing, as well as just sneaking peeks of panties.  Let me explain.  Not only do I enjoy sniffing panties, but I like just sneaking off and opening drawers of friends or really any house I might be in (outside of family of course).  I remember one time I was at a party in college and wandered from bedroom to bedroom of a sorority house and once sure no one was looking, I opened and raided panty drawer after panty drawer.  Admiring fabrics from cotton to satin and colors from white to bright red or black.  And the smells.  Oh, the smells.  Even the hampers holding dirty clothes in their bathrooms were not off limits to me and perhaps was the part I enjoyed the most.  Feeling the fabric against my face and taking in the varying feminine aromas that I craved so much.

Did I touch myself you ask? During or after indulging in panties?  Of course, this fetish aroused me.  And I definitely have very bi tendencies so women in general have always turned me on, and I’ve dabbled in girl-on-girl action with drunken friends etc. over the years…. once or twice.  So, I will say that as I inhaled the various scents from the panties I’ve come across over the years, my pussy became swollen, it tingled inside and out and became wet.  If I felt I had the time I’d slide my roaming fingers down the front of my jeans or up my little skirt and give my aching pussy a couple of strokes, sometimes a full-on orgasm as the smell of another woman’s pussy covered my nose.  Sometimes though, I’d wait until I got home that night.  I’d get out a toy and or roll over onto my pillow for a good humping session fueled by the exhilaration of sifting through private and very intimate clothes of other women.

I know many probably wouldn’t understand, but sometimes I just want the used panties so badly, that I indulge in ordering panties worn by strange women on websites and masturbating in the comfort of my own home to smell of their pussies.  When I was in college every time my roommate, who was very messy, left her panties on the floor of the bathroom, I took in her scent and even rubbed the fabric over my clit until I made myself cum all over them.  I’d look at her ass after she’d come of the shower and my pussy would get so wet from the thought that she had no idea I knew exactly what she smelled like down there.  There was something about knowing something so intimate about another woman that turned me on so much and really got me going, and I sought it out in every way I could.  Once I was in a laundromat and saw a hot girl go into the bathroom leaving her cart of clothes behind.  I saw a fuchsia pink pair of panties that you could visibly see had been worn, the crotch was facing up and I couldn’t help myself but grab them and stuff them into my pocket for later.  I have developed quite the collection!

I do feel bad about the stealing part.  I do prefer to just snag a sniff and let the panties go back to their rightful owner, however sometimes that panty monster bad girl hidden inside of me just cannot help herself though.  I even find it arousing to prowl around lingerie stores and look at women shopping for panties.  I look at their bodies and imagine the pair I see in their hand on them.  I imagine them sweating in them, or even just relaxing in them and then taking them off before stepping into the shower.  I like to touch myself as I imagine the damp lip skin of the pussy sticking ever so slightly to the thin, shiny fabric as she peels the panties down and away from her body leaving them in a sexy little ball on the floor.

One day my best friend came into town to visit me.  She was undressing in the bathroom with the door slightly ajar and from the mirror behind her I could see her, but she couldn’t see me.  She had a hot little body that I always drooled over.  She was in a light green pair of satin panties and soft matching bra that was made more for adorableness than support and it certainly had my heart pounding.  I watched as her red fingernails pulled the fabric of those panties down over her hips and stepped out of the leg holes one and at a time before leaving them on the floor and stepping in behind the shower curtain.  Once I knew she was inside I slowly crept into the bathroom and picked them up off the floor.  Bringing them to my face and closing my eyes for an inhale I enjoyed the private smell of my best friend’s beautiful body.  I thought I’d gotten my fix of her and her fresh dose of used panties in private, but that wasn’t the case as I found out later before bed.

“I peaked my head out of the shower because I was going to yell something to you earlier and I saw you with your eyes closed sniffing my panties,” she said walking over to me wearing another panty and bra set and nothing more.  I was sitting on the floor leaning my back to the couch looking up at my best friend trying to find the words to explain why I’d been sniffing her used panties as she showered.  “I…I…I was…” I stammered as I looked up at Margo standing over me.   “I was thinking that since you love sniffing my pussy juices in my used panties so much, that I could give you exactly that in a different way,” she said in sexy voice as she stepped over top of me and straddled my face. “You like that honey; you like the smell of your best friend’s panties?”  “How about I…..rub it…..all over your face.”  She said with long pleasure filled pauses in between each grind on my mouth and nose with her pussy that was now becoming noticeably wet through the thin satin fabric of her panties.

I couldn’t believe this!  My best friend was humping my face in panties and a bra after she caught me sniffing her used ones right in front of her!  Alrighty, not at all what I expected.  I said to myself as I finally relaxed into my fate.  A fate I certainly wasn’t complaining about.  As Margo humped and ground her panty covered pussy over my face, I could smell her scent more and more.  She was getting ready to cum on my face and I could smell it as it happened.  I loved the way the swollen clit felt brushing back and forth over my lips and nose.  I took in as many deep sniffs of that savory brew that was growing stronger between her legs until finally, she began to scream.  Her hips began jerking small quick jerks that slowed with the contractions of her orgasm and all I wanted to do was take in her delicious smell as she came.  Once her pussy finished contracting all over my face, she stopped and peeled the panties down and handed them to me.  “Here, a little gift to remember this moment by,” she said handing them to me and walking off to her room blowing me a kiss on the way.

And that was the day I got caught sniffing panties.