Finding Thong In Hotel

I checked into my hotel on a business trip and went to my room to unpack. Putting some clothes in a drawer I noticed something at the back - a thong, presumably from the previous guest. I got it out to toss in the bin and noticed maybe it was used, so I sniffed it to check. A lovely aroma or pure pussy hit my nose and instantly re-wired my brain. I've never sniffed knickers in a sexual way before!!

The scent gave me an instant tingle in my pussy and I lifted my skirt and went into my knickers to 'check things'. I quickly took off my skirt and jacket and lay on the bed and brought the thong to my nose again. The scent was so strong and arousing I imagined a woman coming in from her business meetings and needing relief. She was lying on the bed using her fingers to push her thong into her wet pussy slit and getting those waves of pleasure only a women with a need can get. She moved her thong aside to get to her hole and pushed two fingers in feeling the luxury of her super slippery-ness and the pulsing, needy hole. She was so desperate just three clit strokes with her other hand set her off. Her head reared back, her hips bucked, her pussy pulsed and her clit drove waves of warmth through her body as she came. She pushed her thong into her pussy as the last throbs died down and lay there as her thong soaked her juices out of her finished pussy.

Imagining what had happened to the thong I now had on my nose was too much, I was humping thin air. I saw a wall mirror next to my bed and turned round so I could see my pussy as I lay there. I got a couple of pillows under my head for a comfortable view. My pussy was exquisite, puffy outer lips, engorged inner lips, so red from the extra blood flow, glistening with wetness, clit straining out of the hood. I pressed the thong into my pussy and got an instant jolt of excitement. Then I realised my pussy smell might be picked by the thong and spoil the other woman's scent. So quickly back to my nose, oh the scent. I didn't sniff too hard, I didn't want to sniff all the scent away. I looked at my pussy in the mirror, twitching, gaping hole, hard little clit, waiting for action. I stroked very gently from hole to clit and back, again ana again. I was so sensitive and so close, but I wanted the pain of waiting. So I kept stroking very slowly, while the ache in my pussy get stronger and stronger, and my hole twitched and twitched.

I couldn't stand any more, and I stopped stroking and sniffed the thong. looked in the mirror, gave my clit two little strokes and I was over the edge. I could keep my eyes open to watch in the mirror as my hips lifted and my pussy pulsed and my clit throbbed in beautiful release. Every part of me was warm and tingled.

After I recovered I found a plastic bag that sealed and popped the thong in it, just in case.