Date: Mon, 31 May 2010 10:00:35 EDT
From: Julyguy1@aol.com
Subject: Helen's Kinky Thing

Straight Bazaar

Helen`s Kinky Thing  Copyright Alex Carr 2010


"I caught Helen sniffing your underwear."
I was flabbergasted, Helen  of all people?

"Perhaps she was just seeing if it was dirty washing." I said in trying to
find a feasible explanation, I mean, well women don't do that do they,
dirty old  men yes - and younger - but women? And  women like Helen!?"

I don't think so," my flat mate John advised, "the way she rubbed your
boxer shorts into her face, the way she looked, not realising I was
watching, standing in the doorway waiting for the postman to come, and that
dull moan. She fancies you7 and that's a cert." John added.

The thought of Helen doing that was almost unbelievable. She always seemed
so prim and proper. A small woman, but not an unattractive figure for her
age  which I reckoned to be in her very early forties. With me just 38 I felt
comfortable with that. I was free of any relationship and wanted to out
that to  rights, but it had to be with the right woman, and Helen maybe would
be  her.
I decided to give it a test, see how she reacted for myself.

I wore a pair of black boxers on and off for the next two days, to get them
well scented, then placed them in the laundry basket in the hall.  I made
sure they were easily seen and near the top and, knowing the time roughly
she got up and made for the shared bathroom nearby, that would be the most
likely time to see what she was getting up too.

I felt like a spy watching from the slightly opened door into the hallway
which accessed three flats, ours, Helens and a coloured guy who lived next
door..

I just had to see for myself if it was true, that John wasn't just having
me on - he is known for his practical tricks - and this was a herd story
indeed  to believe.

"It is about 7.30 I say her go to the bathroom and open the laundry basket
outside, the laundry people always collect about 8am, Pete."

"Okay I'll be ready, this I must see, if it's true that is!"

"It's true alright, she has a thing for you, that has never happened to me
- well not as far as I know anyway."

"Perhaps it is just the way I smell, sweetness and perfection," I laughed.
I told John how I'd worm my boxers for two days, that they would be walking
away on their own if I'd left them much longer!"  He laughed and said he
could believe that! Cheeky bugger.

But do you know what? There was something really erotic about the idea of
Helen of all people messing with my underwear and - waiting there, with my
door  slightly ajar, peering through the opening as my watch registered 7.30
I could  not help but feel an arousal. And my thoughts of Helen were active
again.

Until now, I'd never thought of her as a prospective  fuck, I guess  I'd
hardly noticed her really, we hardly bumped into each other, her leaving and
arriving at different times to me. And yet she must know me to do what she
was  doing, surely?

All the questions going on in my mind and then the lowering thought  that
perhaps this woman simply had a bazaar fantasy derived from sniffing men's
under things. I just could not believe even then that she would want to
sniff  mine, knowing they belonged to me.

But sure enough, I heard her open her door and close it again as she made
for the exit door.

Bloody John has been taking the piss, I knew it I said to myself as Helen
passed by the laundry basket not even noticing.

But then, almost as if she had second thoughts, she stopped, looked around
quickly and went for the basket, opening the lid and scurried inside.
I  actually saw her sniffing my two days worn boxers, and enjoying! Just
like John  said, her eyes half closed, rubbing them briskly into her face.

I just could not let this pass, while she was in her trance I slipped
behind her and slapped that well proportioned rear which fitted so snugly
in her tight black skirt.  She twisted around in a frenzied panic and
slapped my face hard!

"What the hell are you doing, Mr!" She yelled, her face flushed, and
looking very embarrassed, dropping my underwear on the floor, attempting to
pick it up and hide beneath her jumper.

But, bending down,  I was there first, grabbed them, asking are these  what
you are looking for?"

She looked sideways at me, sort of hesitated nervously saying that she had
lost a pair of hers, and was just checking to see if they were in the dirty
laundry basket.

I could see her dilemma, she was in a bit of an awkward situation and I
didn't want to push it, all I said is that they were mine, couldn't she
tell?

She looked at me saying  she had no idea.

"But you  liked the scent Huh?"  I said in a matter of fact way.  "You can
take them if you want, maybe put under your pillow later." I had a girl
friend who did that.

She then said she must rush she'd be late for work, but that I was sweet
and thanks for the offer, then scurrying off  she left me holding my undies
like a lemon for all to see as she opened the front door and scampered  out
.

But then it occurred to me I had to get to work too, placed the
embarrassing underwear back into the basket and returned to my room for
breakfast.

Later John, who always left for work earlier than me, asked if I had caught
her at it.

"Yep! Well and truly." I said coolly.
"And?"
"And what?"
"Tell me  what happened then?"
I told him and he was laughing, saying what a terribly  awkward position
for her to have found herself in.
I continued that I  wouldn't mind having her in any position!
"So you have been aroused by the  girl sniffer?" he mused.
"Well she's not to be sniffed at, " I returned  trying to be clever, "and
it's not every day I find someone so delectable  sniffing my boxers!
"Delectable you say?" John returned  - you fancied  her then, well they do
say we are attracted by chemical make up."
"One  problem, John"
"What's that?"
" Is she attracted to me?"
"Well she  seems scent on your boxers," he roared - "get it, scent as in
odour?"
"Don't  give up your day job - and anyway I believe as far as she was
concerned they  could have been anybody's - maybe she is just kinky about guys
underwear, I can  name a few guys who do it with girl's - their underwear I
mean."
"Oh yes?"  enquired John inquisitively.
"You know, you've heard of sad guys who steal  women's underwear from
clothes lines."
"But that's not quite the same is it,  Pete - it's been laundered, yours,
they were still  garnished with your  whatever what."
"Doesn't make any difference to the sad guys, just the  thought they have
been worn by a member of the opposite sex does the  trick."
"You seem to know all about it, Pete. You done it then?"

Okay well I had, but when I was a teenager, but I wasn't about to let on to
John. I fancied the pants off this woman  who lived next door. So I
literally stole a pair or two from her line. They certainly gave me a few
thrills of a lifetime when I was discovering my sexuality big time.

Thinking of the things I did with them now was unbelievable, yet in a way
could it be, or was it wishful thinking, that the laundry sniffer felt the
same  way. It certainly gave me a kick to think so, that she may be having
several  orgasms  due to  something I wore. But it's different with women
isn't  it?, it is more, well you know, emotional, she probably just puts
them under her  pillow like my ex said she did and dreamt sweet romantic
dreams, not doing like  I did, wanking myself silly until it was sore.

But more and more in the coming week I thought of this woman , no way would
I catch her scrumping the laundry basket that was for certain, but I wanted
to see her again, should I just go knock at her door or what, would fate
play it's part in bringing this very horn guy together with this sensuous
woman in the tight black skirt with a very scrumptious figure?

"Well I think she fancies the pants off you, Pete" John persisted.

Helen is her name we know that, just from what we have heard and seen
passing by in the corridor. Real old fashioned name is that, then there is
Helen  of Troy I read about in the history books, she was a very determined
woman to be  sure. Maybe our neighbour is too.

"Well I have never felt the same when removing my dirty boxers at night, I
even find myself smelling the things, now is that sick or is that very
sick?"
"Well to be honest, I guess I do it all the time, just to check if  they
are clean enough to wear for another day," John confided.

Enough was enough of the waiting game, I just had to talk to Helen again,
but in more comfortable circumstances, I would do the good neighbour bit,
knock  on her door and ask that if she ever wanted any help, I was her man,
right?"

She looked at me, half smiled and said I'd better come in and she'd make a
coffee.
Wow! I was in. It was as easy as that, and all the time there was me
thinking that because of what happened she would be reluctant to see me.

I just had a feeling in my bones that she was eager to talk to me, perhaps
to iron out her idiosyncrasies as one may call them.

"I'll come clean," she said, her eyes sparkling like she was real pleased
to see me. She looked good placing herself neatly on the easy chair
opposite, looking very delicious in her white taffeta skirt just riding
above her shapely knees.

"It's all to do with my Ex you see erm - Pete isn't it, can I call you
Pete  or would you prefer Peter?"
"Pete is fine."
"Dave, my ex, was killed on  armed service in Afghanistan. I miss him still
after two years, well he wore  Brut you see."
It all started to come together, I used Brut every day, was  rather lavish
with it  - it had that compelling smell about it, not meaning  to sound like
a commercial.
"Sorry?"
"No need to be, I am proud of him  and he will always be in my thoughts,
and breathing in that certain  tang  on what turned out to be your clothing,
brought back memories."
Then my ego  was instantly deflated. It was just the scent that attracted
her, and the scent  of Brut - not me apparently. But all was not lost...

"I'd passed by the laundry basket for three mornings and got the scent -
and when I discovered from where it came I just could not help doing what I
did,  it brought back all those wonderful enduring and sensual memories of
Dave."

I sat there not quite knowing what to say. It seemed quite a viable
explanation of something which at first seemed quite bazaar.

But then  :- "And it isn't just the Brut, Pete" she continued as if
sussing what was in my mind.
"Don't you see it was you too, the scent of man  if you like, combined
with the Brut, I do love it so and yours is so much like  how I remember Dave's
to be."

She sort of raised her head and sniffed the air, like she was trying  to
elaborate. Then I saw that her eyes were looking down at me, that  certain
look about her expression I had noticed when I caught her sniffing my  boxers.

Then something  happened that was so bazaar it seemed untrue. Helen  went
down on her knees facing me, her eyes searching mine, her nostrils stirring
as she sniffed in the air as it were.

"I can smell it now, Pete" then she continued to breath in with long  slow
variations, moving her head one way then the other, like she was a  dog
scenting the air. I felt rather  aroused in a funny sort of a way and  no
doubt she realised , her eyes meeting mine in such a questioning way.

"May I, Pete, do you mind?"

At that time she seemed like a different woman, so bold and sure f her
self, of her actions. But it was the simple effect the scent had on her
apparently she told me later. One thing for sure, I wasn't complaining.

Feeling her touch the zip fastener on my chino's was a delight to behold,
but when, as if it was the most natural thing for a woman to do on a first
encounter, she started to very, very slowly unzip me the effort to hold back
my  arousal was a hopeless task.

Just half opened she sniffed me more, her eyes closing  as she  whispered
how much she loved the scent of man complimented by Brut and how  simply
wonderful it made her feel, she asked me if it was alright for her to do  more,
that she so wanted that, and that she thought I was a wonderful guy.

I was so emerged in her activity that nothing else at all mattered, only
the sensation of being with this new woman in my life who was doing things to
me  no other woman had ventured - not like that anyway She moaned with
delight and  soon started to get carried away, her busy fingers edging gently
inside my  Chino's, then opening  them wide as I lifted my hind so that she
could slip  them down behind, so that she could gain the access she obviously
desired of me.  For the next few minutes therefore I was pampered and teased
and yes, sniffed  everywhere and she said then she could sense the full
scent of me.

When I found the way with words, still feeling the touch of her face
pressing into my there, I just released the passion of my thoughts,
hopefully steering the way for a lot more sensual exchange with the use of
those expressions many of us like to use when we are emerged in the sheer
heat of what being with a woman is all about, to let it all go and enjoy.

"I so want your fuck!"  There I'd said it! _ How would this prim and proper
woman react? Her head immersed into my crutch she did not look so prim then

"You will have it I promise, " she said sweetly as she came u for breath  "
but Pete, do let me have more of you first, I adore the taste and smell of
prime cock, you are so much like how Dave was, your scent, your nectar -
attitude, everything, but you are still enough of yourself to be different,
I  don't want you to think from the start, that I am simply living in the
past and  have not feelings for you. - I do, so very much, and I have often
noticed you  hereabouts hoping we would have the chance to meet properly."
Then she continued  to sniff again, I watched the lust in her eyes, I was
beating so very strong  now, there was something about her sniffing action that
really aroused me more  than anything I had known before.

"May I?" she asked - her fingers delicately starting to stretch me back,
delighting with the hidden scent emerging as she saw my nod of approval and
stretched it fully back.

"It is so wonderful," she complimented, so gorgeously  plum red, I  shall
call it my plum with the delightful  aperture in the middle. Baby,  now I
have your scent in my lungs, in my being may I now have the taste of   you?"

I was having a wonderful time, my cock beating full time now, feeling her
lift my balls gently teasing with her tongue as then her mouth opened and I
just  knew she was going for it.

Just the wonderfully sensual sight of her head bobbing up and down, me
feeling like a King having been pampered so much, fist the feel of her face
embedded in my groin, and now the feel of her mouth taking my cock like a
natural, her moans expressing just how much she was enjoying. I wanted to
tell her how much I enjoyed, I said how wonderful it was the things she was
doing to me.

She loved to suck cock that was only too evident, now I wanted her so
badly, I wanted to get into that tight white skirt and enjoy her secrets
underneath, I asked her for that, the sniffing idea had impressed because I
asked if I could sniff her, under her skirt and lifting herself from me
with a gasp, she stood, open her thighs and beckoned for me to lay flat on
the floor, and she would see what she could do...

I then realised just what I had been missing - she taught me how to simply
enjoy the aroma of woman in her prime, like she was on heat, and she was,
all  her actions demonstrated that, the way she moved and wiggled lowering
herself  and nesting over me so I could both take in her nectar, and the
wonderful thrill  of being there, beneath her skirt, seeing her fine silk
underwear, her lowering  and opening as she crouched - touching my face now with
her femininity, soon I  soaking in her love juice, tasting and sniffing her
through her silk panties -  she undoing a bow at the side  so they came away,
and I was treated to  wonderful warm and wet pussy, I  felt I could have
lavished her like that  all day but now she was squeezing and taunting me,
whispering hw she needed my  fuck, manoeuvring herself downward until she
crouched over my throbbing  erection, with the taste of her still rampant in my
mouth I now started to feel  her pussy take my cock deep into her, feeling her
fuck as she wiggled from side  to side and twisted and turned, like and
animal she was, her cry for more of my  deep throbbing fuck until we both moved
and worked to the Waterloo, and we both  climaxed so strong it was like a
Volcano exploding, our love fluids spurting out  and then we fucked and
fucked more, reaching her second orgasm, another one of  many we would have as
the afternoon changed to evening, and we were both  absolutely exhausted.

Now it has become part of our relationship, that I leave a pair of my used
boxers shorts accidentally on purpose on the end of the bed for her to
enjoy on  her return from work later She started earlier than me but finished
earlier  too,

I realised just how the scenting as we came to call it was so important.
And it was not unusual, when I opened my sandwich box at work, to find a pair
of  moist red oir black thongs neatly placed prudently in a plastic bag.


Our relationship blossomed. The sweetness of her idiosyncrasies matched
mine and we were made for each other forever/