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Scent of A woman Part 2While Angelica was attending a nonresidential college she had a roommate who was tall unlike herself and pretty (in a natural, unaffected way) with a lovely white smile. She also had a superb, full-breasted figure. Looking back she guessed she was wholesome and healthy, the way country girls are supposed to beOne spring afternoon she came back to their apartment they were sharing and didn’t realize her roommate was home ; she walked through her partially open door looking for something and froze. Her roommate and her boyfriend were not awake and naked her roommate’s back was facing her. She can still conjure up the picture all these years later … the smooth contours of her spine, the tan lines on her buttocks.Later that afternoon, when she was in her room trying to read, her roommate and her boyfriend went out somewhere. So when she was sure they’d gone she went back into the room and looked closely at the mattress where they’d been lying. She remembered she thought it might be warm but it wasn’t. However she discovered a lingering smell … body odor, semen, her roommate’s vaginal smell? It wrinkled her nose but at the same time excited her.Nevertheless she began imagining her roommate and her boyfriend making love. she switched off her light, lie in the darkness and try to picture them doing it. But gradually she realized he wasn’t figuring very strongly in her imaginings while she could readily conjure up vivid images of her roommate.That’s when she started masturbating seriously. She massage herself until she was sweaty and too sore to continue then lie awake, frustrated, aching for release, and wondering what was wrong with her. The following morning she would always swear to herself never to do it again. But a day or two later her libido would rear up and once more she would be lying there in the dark working her fingers inside herself , visualizing her exposed roommate’s legs up in the air from bring fucked by her boyfriend.Then came the weekend they went away. she had the apartment to herself for 48 hours, which meant she could spend the day in her night gown and do whatever she wanted. I knew it was a wicked thing to do but she took the chance to snoop in her roommates room at her leisure. she tried on some of roommates clothes including her clean underwear. While she was looking in her bedside drawer and touched her private things which felt deliciously naughty to do that. Lastly she looked at the contents of the dirty laundry basket. shes not sure if she knew what she wanted to find, but when she came across a pair of pale lime panties and remembers her heart thumping painfully.The gusset was discolored with a dusting of talcum powder and some kind of discharge, it was slightly moist to the touch. She don’t know why but she sniffed them. That was the first time she ever inhaled the scent of another girl’s vagina. It aroused her instantly, so she lay on her roommates bed, drew up bursa escort her knees, slid her hand inside her pajamas and felt herself. She was slick and warm and her fingers made a nice slurping noise. she pressed the panties to my face and pleasured herself , swimming in the perfume of her roommates vagina pussy. It was like her own smell but somehow different. How she wanted to smell the real thing! The illicit excitement of it all gave her the boost I needed and she had her first ever orgasm.Later, feeling ashamed, she put her panties back in the dirty clothes where she found them. But the following day she had a change of heart and stole them back again. She kept them for months, hidden away in her room, taking them out occasionally when she was particularly aroused and sniffing them deeply while she pleasured her self while fantasizing about if her roommates ever guessed what happened to her lime green griefs!. Strangely the perfume of her roommates vagina never really faded from the fabric; and it never failed to make her wet. When they moved out of the apartment she had an attack of conscience and disposed of them.***All this time later she can still recall that scent. She also liked her own smell and would often sniff her fingers after masturbating in and with her own panties; when she took them off they were warm and moist. But her memory tells her that her former roommate’s vaginal scent was intoxicating, arousing, just perfect.She haven’t seen her since, sadly.She didn’t turn out to be gay of course. She put it down as a harmless crush; a phase. In time she stopped thinking of her former roommate altogether, Angelica got married etc.These days she can afford to pamper myself with sexy, expensive lingerie. She also have proper, battery-powered toys and a Hentai vibrator to use when her husbands away and her fingers aren’t enough. Yet sometimes she does think back on those innocent college days and allow myself to daydream about her voluptuous former roommate and her fragrant panties and does become terribly aroused. She guess it reminds her of when she was younger and all things were possible.On occasions she would even leave a little candle inside her vagina all night because she loved to wake up every hour or two, feel it there and move it in and out for a while before dozing off again. When shes in a particularly aroused mood she might lay a pair of my worn panties on the pillow beside me so that I can smell that scent and further arouse myself. On such nights when her fantasies are exclusively about other females. She imagines using her Hitachi vibrator on a beautiful, anonymous, tall dark-haired woman’s open, swollen, yearning cunt. She has never tasted another woman but sometimes while fantasizing she smeared her own juices on her face and pretend she has done that.***One night, not so long ago, she was in just such a mood. She saw a young woman at the supermarket who appealed to me. Momentarily we bursa escort bayan made eye contact before she looked away, afraid she’d realize what she was thinking. By the time she got home she was well and truly aroused. So after dinner she looked at a video of females masturbating on Xhamster; she scouted for photos of dark-haired girls in lingerie on the internet (and downloaded a few); she re-read a favorite chapter of an erotic story. When she finally switched out her light and was absolutely ready for her candle again. But during the night something dreadful happened; it broke in half inside her and left the stump behind! she probed inside with the fingers of her right hand and then her left and she was able to touch the nub of the thing but there was no way she could get a grip on it. It kept sliding out of reach. she panicked. She knew that if it stayed in there I’d probably develop some terrible infection. She tried using a spoon to dig it out – bad idea. She tried to douche herself – no good. she even tried to pray. At last she dosed off, vowing to make another, more level-headed, attempt in the morning. But even after an early morning bath she couldn’t retrieve the troublesome hunk of wax. she knew she had to seek medical help!Her regular doctor is a man and she wasn’t about to have him delving around inside her. How could she explain losing a candle in there? She decided she had to see the only woman doctor at the medical center. This she achieved by confidentially telling the receptionist she had “female problems”.She has seen An Female Indian looking Doctor around the medical center but had never had anything to do with her. She certainly never given her any thought. probably in her 30’s with an Indian accent, she thinks the Physician was unmarried and would be very attractive if she smiled more often. Naturally she was tense and very nervous when she was shown into her room, but she made up her mind to be honest with the Doctor . So she took a deep breath … and said “Doctor, I was masturbating with a candle and it broke in half”and can’t reach it to get it out.” She blinked but that was the only indication of her thoughts. “Well I suppose we’d better take a look.” the Doctor said.She was so glad the Doctor hadn’t gasped and was also glad she hadn’t pretended it was a No Big Deal, everyday event. She directed her to remove her underwear and climb on the examination bench. The Doctor was wearing a long skirt buttoned at the side so she was able to sit on the bench with her legs extended but covered. She pulled on surgical gloves, picked up an instrument that enabled her to examine her internally and joined her. The Doctor asked “Can you lift your knees and open them, please.” This was no ordinary gynecological examination and she felt nervous complying. Anyway she never had a female gynecologist, she realized. Not counting when she was in hospital in labor, this was probably the first time another escort bursa woman had seen her genitals. She made myself as comfortable as she could, pulled up her skirt, bent and opened her knees and let her look. The Doctor leaned forward between her legs. Thank Goodness she’d showered carefully and powdered before she came. She gently inserted her instrument in her. The metal was cold to the touch but it didn’t feel too unpleasant. “Uhuh,” the Doctor murmured, “there’s the little devil” lol. ”Shouldn’t be too hard to remove …” She looked at the Doctor properly for the first time. The way her black hair fell forward reminded me of someone maybe her former roommate ? But the Doctors complexion was much darker and her eyes were a beautiful liquid black/brown. She liked the way her black eyebrows were shaped. For years she admit she have automatically, looked at women’s eyebrows because to her they indicate what her pubic hair must be like. Now she found myself imagining the Doctors generous bush of black curls. Would she trim it? She imagined how glistening pink her vagina would possibly be.Meanwhile she slid two fingers into her.gentle but firm. She squirmed slightly. She couldn’t see her hand but she imagined how it looked. ”Does she like fingering me”? She wondered? Or is it just another unpleasant job in the life of a general practitioner? “Yep. I Got it.” the Doctor said and Slowly eased the small lump of wax out of her, held securely between her two fingers. Angelica’s relief was so great she nearly laughed.”You don’t want it as a souvenir?” the Doctor asked but Angelica said that’s okay bashfully. As Angelica got dressed again The Doctor talked about a course of antibiotics in case she had picked up an infection.And then for some reason Angelica felt obliged to acknowledge how silly she been, even though she hadn’t said one critical word. “I feel so stupid; I guess there’s only one thing nature intended to go in there, huh?” Angelica said. the Doctor smiled for the first time, and it lit up her face which suddenly looked lovely to Angelica.”Yes. Trouble is, a lot of other things seem to fit perfectly, don’t they ?.” The Doctor walked Angelica to the door, then whispered confidentially: “And some of them feel pretty damn good.”The Doctor shook her hand, firm but gentle, and for a second looked me in Angelica’s eye. She wonder if the Physician was trying to imply that she too liked to masturbate with unusual objects? Things that make go hmmm.***Driving home her imagination was crowded with a jumble of images of the Practitioner lying naked in her bed, pleasuring her self with various objects. If she was sending her a message, why? To make her feel less foolish? Or flirting? Pulled up at traffic lights she opened her legs, ran her hand beneath her skirt and massaged myself through her panties. The crotch was wet. She slid two fingers under the elastic and into her cunt, just like the Gynecologist had done. It felt as though it was filled with hot liquid. She sat there fingering herself, daydreaming about the Doctors beautiful, brown-skinned, dark areola’s. Perhaps after all this time she had found someone new to fantasize about.

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