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That several weeks past until I next saw my 46-year-old neighbour Suzanne was possibly a good thing, given the very intimate and lewd evolution of our most recent encounter.
To be sure, it was something that couldn’t have been planned by either of us although I personally had been fantasising pretty consistently about Suzanne in the lead-up, especially since I had acquired firstly one, then a second of her used, aromatic pantyliners.
No doubt my fantasies on Suzanne had gone next level since we shared that very real encounter at my place and with the very illicit aid of both her pantyliners, I was jerking off very seriously about her as often as I could.
It was true that I felt extremely tempted to contact Suzanne again immediately, given we lived in the very same apartment complex and our recent encounter had been so erotic, to say the least. I even considered an attempt to manufacture some kind of new and exciting encounter between but instead, preferred to let the natural course prevail and wait. Surely the more organic and patient approach may prove even more salacious and satisfying?
Perhaps my strategy was the best one as I eventually bumped into Suzanne at the local supermarket of all places and rather than being a little uncomfortable or awkward, it proved to be the opposite.
Suzanne was apparently very happy to see me, as I was her. We chatted briefly and related about matters around the apartment block that had been very quiet, which we both agreed, could only be a good thing.
There was absolutely no discussion or innuendo about what had happened between us last time other than the suggestion (by her) for us to have a general catch up for coffee in the near future.
“Text me!” was my somewhat “knowing” sign-off with Suzanne following this chance encounter at the supermarket.
At this, we both hugged and went our separate ways and of course, as soon as I got home after seeing her, I grabbed one of her smelly pantyliners, inserted it into a pair of random cotton undies from my collection and had an intense jerk off session with it completely masked over my nose and mouth and my tongue raking repeatedly across its soiled surface.
I came VERY hard, inhaling Suzanne’s wonderfully musky pad odour and imagining it pasted against her hairy, sweaty vulva for hours on end. Licking the dirty surface of the pad also, knowing it had been directly touching Suzanne’s hair-covered feminine areas and absorbing her lady fluids, made my climax even more intense.
Sure enough, within a week, I received a text from my neighbour with an offer for the catch-up we had spoken about. We settled on the following Monday afternoon as she had the day off and I was only set to be busy in the morning. This time, we agreed to meet at her place which I was secretly thrilled about.
The night before, I had indulged a wanking session for the ages as I anticipated our meeting the following day and fostered imaginings of Suzanne sitting on her own toilet in front of me, knickers down, pad and pubic hair exposed and her releasing her smelly excrement into the toilet she used on a daily basis.
It was a soft and smelly wank with another pair of soiled knickers from my collection wrapped around my cock, both Suzanne’s pads in action (one over my nose and the other in my mouth) and I even employed my “secret weapon” — my rubber anal beads — to tenderly masturbate my anus and the inside of my rectum as I wanked hard yet again over my sexy, mature neighbour.
As Monday dawned, my greatest fear was that for some reason, Suzanne may postpone or pull out of our catch-up although as possible as it was, I realised that it would still not be the end of the world but would just need to wait for another time.
By 3pm, there was thankfully no such reality and I made my way up to apartment 16 and knocked on the door.
Suzanne answered and invited me in. We embraced and exchanged pleasantries before making way onto Suzanne’s porch. I had brought some product from a quality local bakery so we sat outside with some sweet scrolls and a steaming pot of tea, which seemed to be appropriate for the prevailing inclement weather of the day.
We spoke briefly about our respective work situations and then inevitably go onto the persistent block discussions which seemingly were without end so long as we were all residing in the place. My feelings on this of late had been increasingly towards getting out altogether as I had to concede that the overall stress was simply not worth it. Even though recent disruptions had been considerably less, my motivation for a clear-cut exodus was growing by the week.
Suzanne had clearly been having similar thoughts but was rather more confined than me with her work situation and a financial commitment that was set to keep her in this predicament for at least a little while longer.
In spite of this, she was very encouraging towards my plans — support that I very much appreciated and was happy to let her know.
Then at some point of the conversation, our last encounter came bursa escort up.
It was a little uneasy at first and understandably so, as I think we were both still a little disbelieving that it had actually taken place.
“Wow, that was really something else last time at your place wasn’t it?” Suzanne was the first to mention it as she poured another cup of tea for us both. It was said with a noticeably sly grin on her face.
“Yes, it surely was!” I replied in turn.
“Have you been thinking about it since?” Suzanne asked, clearly to test the water as to whether we were on a similar thought train.
“Well….yes I have,” I added quite hesitantly and understating the actual truth.
There were several moments of silence before Suzanne spoke her mind.
“And me too!” she admitted.
“OK great!!” was all that I could come up with to support such a frank confession. “I hope you weren’t too embarrassed by what happened?”
“Terribly!” Suzanne also confessed. “You definitely weren’t meant to see what you saw!”
“I’m SOOOOOOO sorry about it!” I feigned some level of guilt that hope might be acceptable to her.
“Well….just think of it like this,” Suzanne continued. “You might have seen a bit more than you should have, but think of it as a learning experience. Not many guys get to see something like that every day!!”
“This is true…” I concurred.
“So are you sure it won’t happen again then?” Suzanne asked somewhat leadingly.
“Weelllll….” I intentionally retracted from committing to the answer.
“I’d say it probably won’t happen at my place as I keep my lav very well stocked with paper!” A little lost for words at this, I had to take a few moments to consider what Suzanne was getting at as it was said very much with a tone of a false chiding.
“I’m sure you do,” I said as a matter of course. “Very important!!”
“Yes well, to get a special lesson like that you need to be properly equipped!” Suzanne was casting the innuendo now.
“Of course!” I agreed. “It’s a very good thing you are properly equipped, unlike myself!”
I was now getting a little cheeky with Suzanne, knowing that it may possibly be leading to an offer I couldn’t refuse.
“Well, you should know us ladies have to be well prepared a lot of the time. It’s actually not so uncommon for something like this to happen, especially in a public lav!” Suzanne continued.
“I can imagine…” I was really just tagging along here. “What do you do then?”
“Drip dry!” was Suzanne’s immediate answer.
“Ha ha….” I laughed playfully. I was really appreciating Suzanne’s candid talk.
“There should be no need for that here!” Suzanne was emphatic and equally playful.
Our conversation digressed somewhat from here and we left this particular topic be….for the time being at least.
Eventually though, things reached a natural resolution for our afternoon catch-up and Suzanne needed to relieve herself.
“Well…you’ll have to excuse me as I need to go and pee!” was the way Suzanne presented it.
“OK then!” I replied, hoping beyond hope that she would include me.
Such an invitation was clearly too good to refuse, so there was only a single answer I could provide.
“I think I might need to go as well!” I added as I followed Suzanne towards the toilet.
“Sure, be my guest!” she said in passing. “Perhaps we could go together?”
Half in jest it seemed, but in light of our previous history, it may have proved to actually be a half-reasonable proposal.
“I’m game it you are!” was my very hopeful response.
“Well sure! Why not?” Suzanne was a gem!!
We entered her toilet and Suzanne turned around to face me. Very coyly, she motioned to start lowering her jeans in front of me, initially revealing the moderately lacy top of what were clearly sexy white bikini underpants. I could see immediately that they were full-backed which were similar to the style of undies she had been wearing on our last encounter. Undoubtedly, this style of panties suited Suzanne — she wore them well and her mature, shapely and slightly plump body fitted them incredibly well.
She then slipped her conservative but pretty knickers down around her knees and placed her bare, wide bottom onto her white toilet seat.
“Please….come down and watch as you like. I’d really love you to see!” Suzanne generously offered.
My heart was now thumping like a bass drum inside my chest and my cock most definitely stirring inside my pants as I nervously inched towards the action zone.
As was my wont, I decided to take in as much of what Suzanne was presenting as possible to maximise the intimacy and arousal of the situation for both of us.
We had certainly crossed some lines the last time we found ourselves in this scenario but had to gracefully curtail it due to Suzanne’s need to collect her daughter from work.
This, as I saw it, was taking up where we had left off all those weeks previously and I for one wanted to make the most of it bursa escort bayan this time!
I hoped Suzanne felt the same.
Kneeling down now in front of Suzanne, I positioned myself strategically between her knees and conducted the first intimate act of the session by looking straight down into the inside of her undies which were stretched over both her knees and providing wide open access to her crotch panel.
Unmistakably, I could plainly see that a very well-worn and discoloured pantyliner occupied the majority of Suzanne’s panty gusset.
Suzanne was a shapely and well-curved lady and her good-sized underpants were reflective of this. Size-12 was the perfect panty size in her preferred full-bottomed style – the broader-girthed crotch pad was also of ample size to accommodate her mature and hairy undercarriage.
My eyes manoeuvred compulsively between her now-expectant face and the obviously soiled pad inside her undies and whilst placing my fingers gently on the “underside” of the gusset I pushed it upwards to achieve the best possible view of it for both of us.
“WOW!” I gushed, “This is a real masterpiece!”
“Well… I’ve never heard it described that way before!” Suzanne seemed more than a little bemused by my reverence. “I’m glad you like it!”
“I don’t know what it is, but just LOVE pantyliners!!” I continued, “Especially one as naughty and as yours!”
“Well I guess I’ll take that as a compliment!” Suzanne conceded with a sly grin.
“You totally should!” I responded. “Do you mind if I take a closer look?”
“Not at all!” she almost beckoned. “Please be my guest!”
At this, I hesitantly lowered my face towards her pad and once I had sized it up, planted my nose and lips to it without further hesitation.
With direct experience and historical knowledge of Suzanne’s feminine hygiene, I was confident enough to predict that whatever odour and flavours I found contained inside her pantyliner would be extremely arousing and I would be hard pressed to come very hard and very quickly once I detected it.
Suzanne’s pad smelled every bit as sweaty and musky and dirty as before but this time when I put my nose to it there was a much more distinct feminine odour absorbed deeply into it. Something sharper. Something more pungent. Something unmistakable. Something so very feminine. So very vaginal. Something so very private. Something disgusting but so very beautiful.
Ohhhhhhhhhh GODDDDDDD……Mmmmmmmmmmm….Mmmmmmmmmm…GODDDDDD.
The moment I detected it, I experienced total recall of all the lewd masturbation fantasies that I was so familiar with. Those that I fostered about Suzanne and also of numerous other women who I imagined revealing these very specific secrets to me.
I knew that I could only dream of being able to access a mature woman’s pantyliner like this when she was conducting her most private business whilst sitting on the toilet. Just like this.
With her panties down and pantyliner fully exposed I could only dream of detecting that most feminine of vaginal odours — fishiness!
Once I detected Suzanne’s distinctive, pungent odour absorbed so deeply into her pantyliner, I was unashamedly hooked.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm……” I silently moaned as I began caressing my nose and lips along the length of the pad.
“WOW!!. You are really enjoying that, aren’t you?” Suzanne seemed quite flattered by the attention I was paying to her very private vaginal accoutrement.
“Oh God yes!” I sent my muffled reply through the buffer of her pad.
Coming up for air momentarily, I decided to verbalise my favourable impressions of her aromatic pantyliner.
“Well I hope you don’t feel embarrassed by me saying…?” I offered.
“Yes?” I sensed her curiosity.
“But your pad is quite fishy smelling!” I added honestly.
Suzanne released a very cute chuckle at my candid appraisal.
“Well if I was a different type of woman — and perhaps if you were a different type of guy — I might be offended!” she continued. “But with you….NOT!!”
“Well, that’s very good!” I replied after a few moments taking in her seemingly grateful response. “I certainly intended no offense — quite the opposite, in fact!”
And at this, I REALLY buried my nose and lips into Suzanne’s smelly pantyliner.
What a scene it was — my 46-year-old female neighbour sitting there on her own toilet with her white bikini underpants down around her knees and a well-soiled sanitary pad on the inside of them fully exposed to me. It’s staining and all parts of Suzanne’s private feminine odour that had been absorbed into it during her day were fully at my behest to enjoy and “absorb”, just as the pad itself had done so capably having spent so many hours between her legs.
I inhaled deeply — SO deeply — fully taking in Suzanne’s odour and without hesitation also extended my tongue and began running it along the surface of the liner, all while Suzanne watched on from above. Compulsively after a few seconds escort bayan of tonguing her pad, I also took it more fully into my mouth and began sucking on it in earnest.
“WOW….look at you there — sucking on my pantyliner liker that! SOOOOOOOOO very naughty! I shouldn’t even be letting you see my private stuff like this let alone letting you put it into your mouth!!” was Suzanne’s version of a “reprimand”.
I was totally gone. Eyes closed and the better part of my 46-year-old neighbour’s pantyliner completely in my mouth, taking in not only it’s pungent fishy odour but also its irresistible, tangy, vaginal taste.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmm…Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..Mmmmmmmmmm……
This was simply too good to be true.
With Suzanne still sitting as she was with her legs apart on the toilet and her dark brown pubic triangle fully visible, I naturally wanted to see more if I could.
Pausing my intensive oral treatment of her pad, I looked up at her looking down at me in a very knowing kind of way.
I then lowered my glance down between her legs. More specifically, directly at her pubic hair.
“Mmmmmmm. I’m glad I can see your lady hair!” I said honestly.
“Well I’m very glad you like it!” Suzanne replied cheekily.
“Would you mind me taking a better look?” I asked.
“Of course!” she offered.
Pushing her soft, pale thighs further apart, I gave myself an improved view of the dark space between them.
Allowing myself to get in a little closer, I got a nice, clear view of her hair-covered vulva and the feminine cleft that characterised it.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm…..that’s a really lovely vulva you’ve got there…” I gushed.
“Ooohhh. I love the way you call it by its proper name! VULVA..” Suzanne seemed to enjoy repeating that word to herself.
“I’d love to get in a bit closer!!” I suggested.
“Please do!” Suzanne was wide open now in more ways than one. “I’d love you to discover my secret, private VULVA!”
I zoned my face towards the said “vulva” and could immediately smell the quality of its produce.
My nose was now close enough that it was actually brushing her hairy triangle and its stale, sweaty musk. I could definitely also smell her sharper, more feminine aroma which was more arousing than anything.
“Everything OK down there?” Suzanne felt compelled to ask.
“Spectacular!” was my gleeful response.
“Not too smelly?” she added.
“Mmmmmmmm….” I vocalised at the same time as taking a deep, sensual huff, “Just right, I think!”
“So good to hear!” Suzanne said with more than a small degree of mirth.
From this point, I focussed on the “job at hand” and minimised any more “chatter” between us.
Nuzzling Suzanne’s glorious pubic hair with my nose, I planted some soft kisses on her mons, all the while sniffing her between-leg odour salaciously.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…..
With my eyes clenched shut, I committed to consuming Suzanne’s special feminine aroma and experiencing what her panties and pantyliners were so connected with on a daily basis.
I couldn’t help thinking that Suzanne’s knickers and pads must have been amongst the luckiest in the world, being able to touch Suzanne’s private parts so intimately on a daily basis and being tasked with absorbing her vaginal fluids and the odour they produced. I knew right then and there, that I would most strongly desire to return in another life as a pack of women’s pantyliners that just happen to find their way into Suzanne’s shopping basket at the supermarket.
Thinking deeply about her pantyliner being tucked in between her legs and pushed up hard against her smelly vulva and pubic hair, I then took it upon myself to reach in between her thighs and pull that vulva apart, with one thumb placed each either side of her plump, hairy labia majora, I revealed the inner workings of her vulva quite easily. Suzanne’s pink minor labial folds were well concealed within her plumper major lips, certainly not prominent but very pink, soft and rubbery.
Whilst not audibly vocalising, the dialogue in my mind was vivid.
“Mmmmmmmmmm….God Suzanne…..I love the hair covering on your 46-year-old vulva. Goddd…..your pads and underpants are SO lucky….contacting with your vagina and vulva like this every day….Mmmmmmmm…those pink little folds hidden inside your vulva…..WOW….your flaps and clit aren’t big are they? Your tiny little clitoris, small but tucked inside and still VERY pink and sensitive. Oooooooh and what’s this? A nice little white smear of smegma coated on your inner flaps and just inside your vagina. Mmmmmmm….I can see why you need to wear pantyliners. They need to absorb your smelly discharge and other moisture that comes out of your private pink opening. Mmmmmmm…WOW….now your vagina is wide open I can REALLY smell how fragrant it is!! Mmmmmmmm…so fishy….so feminine. So hairy…..Mmmmmmmmmm. Your clitoris is only small but it looks very pink and erect hidden in amongst all the hair and folds. I’d love to lick it. I can see how it is smeared with your creamy discharge Suzanne. So amazing to see such a mature vagina with all that discharge around it. I think it would be helpful if I pushed my tongue in amongst all your hair and folds and began to clean that fishy, feminine discharge from around your tender cunt. Just like your smelly pantyliner does every day!”
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