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It had been 2 weeks since or hot night after the gym. As surprising as that night had been, the whole sweat and body odor component gave us electric hot sex. I wondered over and over again what this meant for me. Was this a true fetish? Or was it just her?

Our schedules were pretty similar, we still met at the gym and other nights out on dates and then back to her place or mine.

Tonight we were supposed to go to out but she had canceled by 7:00am. Some teachers conferences and meetings, she said. Once I was ready for work and out the door, I almost stepped over a box on the way out.

It was a medium box, not postmarked but taped up. All it had on the sides was “Zach” in sharpie.

I brought it in and opened it up and there were 3 small pink gift bags from Victoria secret. I smiled and knew this was from Maya. It had to be.

There was a card on top, normal enough with a few hearts. I opened it

“Here are three bags to entice you. However, this teacher has class rules for her student. Open the first one, marked ‘1’ now. The 2nd one at lunch and the 3rd one before you leave for the day. The other rule… No touching yourself.” I could hear her sweet voice and see her awfully mischievous smile.

I open the first bag expecting something lacey or naughty. It was her sports bra, black and plain. But the whole bag was full of her scent. I breathed it in. It was the one she always brought to the gym since our first connection. It was soaked with sweat, and the bands that went around marmaris escort her back had a strong, perfect whiff of her body odor. Like she was all around me.

I was rock hard and it pressed through my briefs and dress pants. All I wanted to do was jerk off with that bra up to my nose. I screamed into it and laughed. Then threw the 3 bags in my back pack and headed out.

It took my whole way to work to refocus my mind and think about work. The whole idea of carrying a piece of Maya with me all day was so secretive and hot that I was excited about lunch time for once. Meetings, a few calls came and went and I ordered out that day and hid myself in my office for lunch.

The 2nd bag looked the same. I took another deep sniff from the bra and opened the second bag. Inside was a black pair of her panties. They were in a ziploc bag and as I opened it, my whole senses were gone. All I could smell was her, that first night when I went down on her. Salty, sweet, her public hair soaked in heavy sweat. A slight tang and a pungent body odor. I remembered it covering my beard and face. You could almost wring out the moisture in them inside the bag.

I was throbbing hard, glad my pants were black to hide my precum spot. This was Not fair. My head hurt because I wanted to jerk off. I bit my lip and went back to smell again… Putting the bra and panties to my nose and taking in the scent.

Weak as a kitten I whimpered and laughed. The afternoon sped on by with my attention marmaris escort bayan long gone. There was nothing on my brain except Maya.

I texted her a sad face and trudged through the day. She must have been as busy as she said because I didn’t hear a word. I was a zombie as I phantom smelled her through the day. I kept going back to the bra and panties and couldn’t imagine what was in the 3rd bag.

As the offices closed down and people left I closed my door and opened the 3rd bag. There was a small pink t shirt with huge sweat marks in the arm puts and a small note.

“every night I have worn this without showering and made sure it’s covered in sweat.” it read.

I took a deep breath and lost all control. It smelled like the gym, her sweat, her underarm hair… Everything and I took out the other two items and jerked off in 10 seconds. My whole body felt release. I wiped my cum on the shirt and, still shaking, heard my phone ding.

It was Maya, a full frontal of her breasts and glistening armpit. I could see it was taken from our company bathroom, the decor was obvious. The company logo on the sinks.

There was a knock at the door.

I closed my blinds and opened the door. There she was, in a cute sundress. “I don’t suppose you lasted?” she said

I kissed her deep, angry hot kisses. “ughghgh.. I just came, all over your third gift.” I said, a whimper in my voice.

She laughed, “well that’s OK.” she winked and went over marmaris eskort to my seat. “Lay on the desk. I have a surprise.”

I made sure the door was locked and cleared off my desk. She slipped off her dress and got on top, straddling me.

We kissed and then she smothered my face in her sweaty perfect breasts and rubbed her armpit in my nose. Teasing me, getting me harder then ever.

She started jerking me off and then brought my hand to continue. Then told me, “no touching, let’s try something.”

She moved her armpit over me then position her sweaty dirty feet near my nose rubbing each again my face. Then got up on top and eased her wet pussy over my nose. She had rode my face before but this time she hovered over my nose straddling my face and masturbated, squeezing her clit, fingering herself, filling my nose with her sweet tangy strong scent. Drops of her pussy juice covered my face.

“put your tongue out” she said.

I obeyed and she lowered her soaked mound and clit onto my waiting tongue. I licked sucked and devoured and jerking off came all over my desk.

She pushed her clit into my mouth and tongue and reached down to rub it. Then groaning and moaning she exploded, quieting all over my face. She had said once she could squirt… I felt the warm liquid cover my face and cover my desk.

I grabbed her and got on top, then slid my cock hard inside her and rubbed my soaked face all over her breasts, her armpit. And fucked her hard and fast. Breathing her in, losing all control and came so hard.

I cleaned up the table with the pink shirt and got dressed.

“you want these back, love?” I said pointing to the bags.

“no, I think you’ve earned them.” she laughed. “meet you at my place?”

I smiled, “for dessert I’m guessing?”

Maya winked, “mmmm definitely.”

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