Her strong feminine scent

Years ago when I was in college (20) I worked part-time at my dads small insurance agency. With the exception of dad and one other sales guy, the other 9 employees were all female. Two were post-menopause but the other 7 were relatively young, ripe, sexually oozing, and well scented…in the natural sense. I’ve always had this crazy desire for a woman’s scent…especially if it is the result of having missed a shower for a day or so. My area of focus, so to speak, is pussy scent. But not period scent.

There was one woman I’ll call Claire (30). For whatever reason, Claire had the strongest feminine crotch scent I ever experienced. If she had showered 10 minutes ago Claire would still smell like 2-day unwashed pussy. In other words, spectacular. I would make any excuse to be physically close to Claire so I could smell her womanhood. If she was in the break room, I needed a coffee. If she was at the copier, I was in line behind her. And if she used one of the two unisex bathrooms, I quickly moved in when she was done. When the office space was being re-arranged and our desks needed to be moved facing each other in pairs to make room for a bit of construction to create another conference room. I acted quickly to ensure my desk was facing against Claire’s. When I sat, her wonderful pussy smell filled under her desk and wafted under to me.

The women talked and gabbed as they worked and shared pretty much every aspect of their life with each other…health, family, and everything else, including sexual. They were so used to me being there they would just say “Steve don’t listen to this” and then proceed to tell about getting laid last night or cock size or orgasms. It was great. One day Claire broke down crying and revealed she had broken up with her BF weeks earlier and was having a hard time. All the women closed ranks and were consoling her. I was scheming how I could convert Claire’s misfortune into an opportunity to bury my face in her pussy and lick and sniff her for hours until I died of hyperventilation.

It turned out I did not need to wait long. Two days later Claire and I were the last two in the office at end of day and I mentioned I was sorry to hear about her breakup. We got to talking and I asked if she would like to get a drink (the age was 18 then). She agreed and long story short we got drunk and Claire and I spent 2 hours in the back of my car doing everything you can do, but especially me licking her pussy. Oh my god I was in heaven. HEAVEN! I revealed my love of her smell and she giggled and said that was “so cute”. She ended up reconciling with BF but she still took pity on me and gave me her old and well-worn panties occasionally. She said she knew damn well what I would do with them and she was glad she could help. Omg that was awesome.

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