As a tech trainer, my new assignment took me to a hotel to work with a new crop of interns assigned to several companies. My job was to help them move from the college world to the professional world. These were smart young people, but many lacked experience in how to work in the corporate world.
I made my way to the hotel conference room where about 100 interns gathered. We huddled around the coffee table, grabbed a muffin and made our way into the room. I was dressed for success. They weren’t.
I took them through my presentation for a couple of hours before the next session with a new trainer started.
I was supposed to fly out in the afternoon but weather delayed my flight and I was stuck at the hotel. The place was full and I had a problem: nowhere to stay. But with 100 interns and a few coordinators, each with their own room for the three-day conference, I could bunk with someone.
I went back into the conference area and asked one of the coordinators about getting a room. She couldn’t help, but one of the interns overheard the conversation and said his room had a double bed and I would be welcome to crash for the night. He gave me his door card and I headed up to the room for a nap and to get out of my business suit and into some jeans I had in my travel bag.
Brian was a 19-year-old college sophomore studying software engineering. He was typical of the crop of interns — smart and a bit socially awkward. But he was also kind, giving up privacy for a 30-year-old trainer to have a place to stay for the rest of the day and night.
After his day of training, Brian knocked on the door to his room and I let him in. I was watching a movie and trying to book the next flight out in the morning. Brian did a double-take when he saw me with my hair down. I didn’t think he realized that behind the corporate woman he listened to this morning was a real live women in tight jeans.
Brian went into the bathroom and that’s when I realized I had left on the floor the pair of panties I had been wearing before my shower. I didn’t think much of it at first, other than Brian would see a pair of women’s panties, roll his eyes and ignore them as he took a pee.
I went back in the bathroom when he came out and scooped up my pungent panties and stuck them in my bag.
“Sorry you had to see my panties on the bathroom floor,” I told Brian. “I forgot to grab them after I showered.”
“Didn’t event notice,” Brian said.
But I could tell he did. I know where I put them and I also noticed they had moved a bit toward the wall. I’m a pretty self-aware woman and I know that the sight and scent of panties can be a turn-on for some guys, and probably this nerdy and horny college guy.
I felt a little bold and a little horny at the thought of what might have happened so I just ran with it.
“You mean you passed up a chance to sniff a girl’s panties?” I teased Brian with a wink. He laughed a little nervously. I knew. He knew. So, what the heck. It was time for some fun. What else was there to do in a boring convention hotel with stormy weather outside?
“Listen, whether you sniffed them or not, would you like to smell the real thing? I just took a shower and I don’t mind.”
I didn’t give Brian a chance to answer. I started undressing, getting out of my tight jeans and slipping off my new and fresh panties. I took off my top and bra and let it all hang out. Brian suddenly saw it all: my medium breasts and my triangular bush.
I didn’t give him a chance to be nervous. I grabbed his hand and led him to the bed where I lay back and guided his head to my pussy.
“Go ahead and sniff,” I told him. “It’s better than the panties. My pussy comes with real juice.”
“I’ve never done this before,” he said. “I mean I’ve seen it done before in porn but I have never gone down on a woman.”
“First time for everything,” I said. “It’s fun. And it smells and tastes good, too.”
And with that, Brian smelled my ocean-scented pussy. He buried his face in my bush. He breathed in deeply. Then he started sucking my clit and lips. He did OK for the first time. But I could also tell he was getting overly excited by his heavy panting and quick motions. He wasn’t taking it slow, and appeared to be catching up with the fragrant flaps between a woman’s legs.
I wanted him to be more relaxed. “Let me take off your pants so you can feel better,” I told him in a nurturing way.
He let me take off his pants and underwear and out popped his penis. He didn’t have the biggest dick in the world but it was hard and bubbling with pre cum at the tip. I started giving him a hand job and he couldn’t hold it in, ejaculating all over my wrist. He seemed embarrassed at his pre-mature blast but I told him not to worry, that the sight and smell of pussy can do that to a guy.
“Want to make me have an orgasm, too?” I asked. “Just lick my pussy some more. Run your tongue above the opening on my clitoral hood and move it around, up and down and sideways.”
He did what he was told and continued to sniff my pussy, too. I must have quite the scent because he got hard again and shot another load as he was eating my hot and moist tuna casserole. A couple of minutes after he exploded, it was my turn. His tongue felt so good and I was excited because I was educating a young man on the pleasures of smelling and eating pussy.
Now it was time for the customer satisfaction survey.
“What did you think?” I asked him. “Was it what you expected it to be?”
“It was really good,” he said.
“Did my scent turn you on?”
“I got excited. You smelled really good.”
“What did I smell like?”
“It’s hard to describe. Like the woods or the sea, maybe. Earthy. Musky.”
“I love that you came while you were sniffing my pussy. That was a big turn-on for me.”
“I couldn’t help it. Everything was so real. Different than just seeing it in porn. The smell made me cum fast.”
“It’s OK. Not everything has to end with fucking. Ejaculating while you eat a girl is OK, and quite flattering, actually. Some guys get really turned on by the smell. So tell me, did you sniff my panties in the bathroom? It’s OK if you did and really natural.”
“I was curious.”
“They must have smelled stronger of my pussy before my shower. A little sweat, a little pee.”
Now he was really horny.
“Can I fuck you?”
“You just ejaculated twice! Can you get hard again so fast?”
“I am hard again.”
Brian was a machine. I have been with guys who took hours to get another erection after blowing a load once, never mind twice.
“Tell you what. I will make you even harder first.”
So I took what was his half-hard penis and gave him a blow job. And he hardened quickly into five inches. Then I put his head between my legs again so he could get another whiff of my pungent pussy. He took deep breaths and I could tell now he was good and ready for a fuck. Then he got on top of me and slid his dick inside my wet slit. He pumped for about a minute and pulled out, blowing a third load over my belly.
I knew that the sea-salt scent of my pussy could drive a guy wild. But Brian proved that it was three times as powerful as I thought.