Time with Dani?s panties.

And Miss Brain had already spent the morning reminding me of my locker room explorations as a young girl, so I was already horny and wet when I walked down to the utility room armed with a USB stick with upgrades for our home server. (Why they can’t be done automatically, I don’t know) I’d pushed the ISB stick into the slot and lights flashed, so I assume it’s doing something. ‘please wait' came the message, underneath which was a bar that was filling up slowly. Ho hum. 

Turning round, I saw our laundry hampers, ours and the smaller Dani’s. I meandered over and peered into hers. Laying on the top was a pink bra. Dani needs a bra - actually no, that’s not fair. Her boobs, much bigger than mine are still self-supporting, and she doesn’t ‘need’ a bra at all, but she is guarding against the spectre of gravity I suspect. Underneath the bra, and peeking out cheekily were a pair of dark blue cotton panties. They were in my hand before I had realised I’d reached for them. Dark blue. My favourite colour. Inside, as expected, the tell-tale signs of panties that have been worn. A white mark in the crotch signified that Dani had had a ‘wet’ day when she wore these. Not soaked, you understand, just pleasantly damp. 

I put them to my face and inhaled deeply. Light, almost flowery, musky, mmmmm. What’s not to like? And there, hiding away in the background, that final trace of pee, almost indistinguishable, but definitely there, nonetheless. 

My mind flashed back to before girls wore underwear, and it’s not that long ago. 18th century, in fact. Long dresses, certainly, but girls back then must have left their trace of pheromones on the air much more than today. Go back further to when we were tribal, living in caves and dressed on animal pelts, not even bothering to use anything during our periods, and the scent of woman must have been strong. Very strong. 

Another image. This time in Africa, when a femal giraffe peed against a tree. A male had come along, and lowered his neck to sniff at it. Immediately his penis unfolded as he inhaled her pheromones. No, I make no apologies. Pee and sex are linked. 

I inhaled again, pure Dani. Pure vagina. Pure sex. Had she masturbated, the morning she put these on? I hoped so. There was certainly a sweetness to it that I know Emily has. If she masturbates first thing, her panties smell slightly different to if she doesn’t. It’s the same with me too. If you smelled my two pairs of my panties, you’d know there was a difference, and you could probably pick out the ones I’d jilled off in.

I glanced back at the little screen. The bar was over halfway filled. Not much time left. I pushed my hand into my panties, and found my clit already hard and slick. Almost as soon as I started to touch myself, it felt as if Dani’s scent had in some way augmented itself. It didn’t become stronger, exactly, more that it became easier to detect its component parts, but at the same time it was her vagina. A vagina I have fingered. A vagina that, once, I kissed. I haven’t achieved my goal yet of having her squat or kneel over my face and make her cum directly into my mouth, but I feel sure that day will come. I know Dani is capable of squirting…well…maybe not full-on squirting. She can flood though, and one day, I will have the privilege of swallowing her. 

That did it. The thought of her filling my mouth. I came into my panties and it felt like warm buttered toast on a cold winters day. (Yes, I know, but imagine the comfort element of that image). I didn’t squirt, but there was something I needed. I pulled my panties down a little and pushed the crotch of Dani’s inside me a little. I wanted my wetness on her, and hers on and in me. 

The USB had done its thing, and everything seemed to be working. As I walked up the stairs, I felt as if I could actually feel Dani’s wetness inside me. Of course I couldn’t really, but psychologically it was as if … as if Emily, had she been here, could kiss my cunt and she would detect Dani on me. 

Oh, I so miss my wife when she’s away! You have no idea. We ‘Zoom’ every night, but it’s a poor substitute for her arms around me or her fingers and tongue inside me. I am getting concerned about these migraines she keeps having. I talked with Tig about them and she looked concerned. “They sound like classic migraines, but she needs an MRI just to be sure there’s nothing untoward going on.” Tig asked me if there were any other symptoms. I don’t think I’ve noticed any. I mean, she can be a bit clumsy sometimes, but she’s been like h]that since I’ve known her. 

So, here I am. Lying on my bed, feeling pleasantly ‘post cum’, and I can smell Dani’s sex on my upper lip. Suddenly, Miss Brain flashes me an image of her on her back with The Lovely Chris embedded in her. I can see her vagina stretched tight around his cock, and it’s the sexiest sight in the world. The deflowering of a virgin. Oh her hymen is long gone, but a cock….a real, live, throbbing cock up her? Now that’s  something I’d love to see!