Not Exactly Babysitting, Part 2

by Thom

I didn't run into Amber or her mother for quite a bit after my not exactly babysitting couple of days watching her while her mother was away. I didn't waist any of the good feelings though that I got from our time together fantasizing about it and masturbating myself off to great climaxes. Not having anyone else's panties to sniff, I used my own juiciest ones that had spent long days at work under my pantyhose.

Catching Laura playing with herself while sniffing her mommy's panties vividly reminded me of my own childhood when at about her age; I was also caught sniffing panties and masturbating. Not by another adult but by my older sister. I hadn't done it in quite a while, relegating that behavior to my childhood, but being with Amber brought all of the positive moments back.

I had two older sisters, one was three years older and the other was six years older. Being the youngest at nine, I was often stuck with starting a load of laundry and I began to notice when doing the white load that my mother's and my sisters' undies had stains in them and a kind of an odor about them. My sexual awaking and arousal to the smell had to have been totally biological and if I had been older or smarter or perhaps more self aware, I might have realized then that I liked girls better than boys.

All I knew at that moment of discovery though was that smelling that scent that came off of the underwear of the girls in my family made me itch between my legs in a way that was so compelling that I had to scratch it or go out of my mind.

So, scratch it I did. In the basement at first as I loaded the laundry into the washer. And then I started to sample the panties from the wash and sneak them upstairs to my room for later use. I would try to take one of each of my sisters and one from my mother so that I would have a good variety. They all smelled differently. And I would try for the ripest of the bunch so that I could get the most off by using them and the smell would last awhile. I wouldn't circulate them back into the wash for part or whole of a week depending on when Mommy wanted the laundry done next.

When no one was home though, which was after school when my sisters would be at team practice and my parents were still at work, I would go into bedrooms naked and find panties in the dirty clothes baskets to sniff and masturbate right in the bedroom. It got me more aroused in their rooms than in mine. I wonder if it was the danger of being caught that made it so.

Sometimes, if I had trouble deciding which pair of panties was the ripest, I would use one to touch myself and one to sniff. I would put the inside crotch of one of them next to my labia and rub it with a couple of fingers. Feeling the panties on my sex, knowing they were soiled and smelly really did it for me.

It was my oldest sister that did catch me one afternoon when I thought I was home alone from school. I thought she had gone to soccer practice but instead she had told her coach that she was sick so that she could come home and work on a paper for school that she had put off starting until the last minute.

I was in her bedroom, naked sitting on the edge of her bed with a pair of her panties over my nose and my free hand pushing into the top of my pussy. I was completely lost in the activity and didn't hear or notice her until she got right up next to me.

"Are those my panties you little pervert that you're jigging off to?"

"Oh my gawd," I screamed, "you scared me to death. Don't sneak up on people when they're busy."

"Well, you shouldn't be busy friggin yourself in MY bedroom with MY panties over your nose. You are really something you know. If you have to do panties, you could at least sneak them into your own room. Now that I've caught you though, you will have to do my bidding babe or I'll tell your friends when I see them that you sniff panties and they should be sure to keep an eye on theirs or you might have your nose in them."

I felt humiliated and I knew that my life would be hell until this blew over. What I didn't know at that moment was that the stuff she wanted me to do involved sex with her so that it could only occur when we were home together, alone which wasn't very often. We started that afternoon, right then though. I guess she didn't want to miss an opportunity.

"If you are going to smell cunt you might as well use the direct method instead of stale panties. Just stay right there. You can diddle with yourself if you like, its kind of cute watching you do it." So it was my sister who taught me the direct method.

My sister pushed and pulled her clothes off in front of me while I touched myself between my legs. At fifteen, my sister was more woman than girl though her body was incredibly tight and muscular; her breasts were medium sized and firm as a couple of rocks from her soccer playing—your basic jock chick body.

After she got naked, she indicated that I should kneel down in front of her and she presented me with her hairy pussy. Using her hands she spread the lips apart, told me to inhale all I liked but that while I was in there, I should lick or suck on the part that she pointed to. She was certainly right that the direct method was the best and sucking on her clit while I was breathing in her luscious perfume made her squirt the stuff all over my face. I went back to taking care of myself as well and we both came.

"Good job pervert," she said when we had caught our breath and composed ourselves. There will be more of that in the future for you unless you want me to tell your friends about you and then I'll let you off the hook."

"No, please don't say anything to anybody. I'm sorry I used your panties and your room. I won't do it again."

"You can use them if you like but why don't you just take them off to your room and do your business? Do you do Mom's and Sis's as well?"

"Yes," I had to admit I did.

"Oh, you are hopeless. I'm going to have a lot of fun with you and it won't all be so bad for you either while I'm at it. Now scram, I've got a paper to write for history."

Dismissed, I went back to my room to lick my wounds. Still naked, I lay down on my bed and closed my eyes to see if I could make the pain and the humiliation I was feeling go away. As I lay there though, I got to thinking about what had transpired and I ended up feeling that it wasn't all bad—that I had enjoyed going down on my sister and I didn't really mind her knowing about my panty fetish. As I got more comfortable with the situation I found myself in, I became aroused again from having eaten my sister out and her wonderful pussy smell, and did myself again.

So over the next few years, before she went away to college, my big sister taught me all about Sapphic love. If I hadn't been headed off in that direction already, my time with my sister clinched it. I asked her at one point if she were a lesbian since she seemed to enjoy our sex as much as I did. Surprising me, she said she wasn't sure but that it was convenient, very much useful, at that time to get her sex from girls. Even more convenient to get it from me though we didn't have a ton of opportunity. Many of the times that our parents were gone, our middle sister was around and neither of us was at all interested in getting her involved in our games so we had to be surreptitious which took a lot of the fun out of it.

There was something extra that my sister taught me that has helped define my sex life. It has to do with creating a situation where you force yourself or are otherwise restrained from pleasing yourself at the first instant that it occurs to you. The delay only heightens the arousal and the resulting pleasure that is realized when you finally do get to satisfy the craving.

This lesson began shortly after she caught me sniffing her panties in her room. She had me strip down like she usually does when we get together but this time she didn't take her clothes off right away. She told me to lie on my stomach on her bed and put my hands behind my back. Before I knew where this was headed, she had tied my wrists and my ankles together with panties. She sat me up and put a pair of panties over my head with the crotch over my nose and left the room.

At first, I was fuming and I yelled and cursed at her that she would pay for this. The pair of panties were particularly ripe, I think they must have been my mother's who had the most pungent smell of all of us. At some point I couldn't help but focus on it and I went from anger to arousal. As my cunny began to itch and then ache and finally call out to me to please it, I was near panic not being able to do anything about it.

Spotting a stuffed teddy on the bed, I scooted my butt over to it. With my hands behind me, I pushed the teddy into the middle of the bed and managed to roll over onto it. Some part of the teddy, a nose or an arm, was awfully close to being perfectly positioned, pushing into the top of my pussy. When my sister returned, I was moaning and humping the teddy. It was enough to ease the ache but not enough to get me over.

My sister rolled me off of the teddy as I begged her to fuck me or I was going to explode and fingered me to a terrific orgasm. I never really got into a BDSM lifestyle but over the years with various lovers and when I'm on my own, I like to postpone the main event as long as I can in order to enhance it.

I like nothing better than when I'm at work and I see some customer come in wearing a knock-out outfit that accentuates her breasts or her ass. Or maybe one of the girls in the clerical pool will have this tiny little skirt on that just barely covers her up, maybe the slightly darker part of her pantyhose that ends the hose and begins the panty part shows as she bends over to do something. These things will spark a little fantasy that will move my middle to twitch and I will instinctively squirt a bit and push my thighs together. I'll let that little tease sit in the back of my mind, turning it over and over again between my work tasks.

It's sweeter still if I have some function after work that further delays my being able to relieve myself. The sexual tension just builds and builds. If I'm lucky I might meet someone to go home with and then they are surprised as to how horny I seem when we get around to loving and how hot I am when it comes to giving and to getting.

If I end up on my own, I start stripping as soon as I close the hallway door behind me, dropping my clothes along the way to the bedroom where I will finally take things into my own hands and get off. The orgasms are just so much better delayed.

Amber turned up on a Saturday morning around 9 to inform me that her mother was off to a bunch of shopping and couldn't we just leave the doors open to each of our places and I could do whatever in my place and if she needed me, she could call or come over? I think she winked but I may have made that up. Naturally, I agreed enthusiastically and confirmed the plan with her mother.

As soon as Laura was out the door, Amber was in my apartment.

"Can we play sniffing panties and cunnies again?" she asked pleading.

"Sure thing," I said, enthusiastically. "Do you have some panties that we can use? I might have one of mine that I can donate."

"Yes, I've got a couple of Mommy's. I'll go get them."

After just reminiscing about being with Amber and thinking about when I was her age, I was in a bit of a state. Amber's turning up was perfect timing. She returned with two pair of her mother's panties for us to use. I brought them to my nose when she handed them to me and inhaled deeply. They were wonderfully smelly.

"Listen I have a bit of a game I want to play today that is a little different than we played the last time. I want us to try to wait as long as we possibly can to touch ourselves after we start smelling the panties. Do you think you can do that?"

"I don't know, I want to start touching myself right now and I haven't even smelled them, just held them."

"Right, me too but believe me, it gets better the longer you wait. Let's get naked and I'll show you a way you can try to keep from touching yourself until the last minute before you think you might explode."

We went into my bedroom and both got our clothes off. It was sweet seeing her little body naked again. I still wanted to ravish it but this diddling around the edges of that was also a lot of fun and kept me aroused longer than if I had just done with her what I really wanted to.

"Okay, here's the deal. You've got two of your mother's panties and there's the pair you took off. Here are three of mine. We are going to sit on the bed facing each other and put one pair between our legs, one over our head and one we will wrap our wrists in behind our back and pretend we are tied up with them so that we can't start digging into our pussies with our hands. Are you with me?"

"I guess so but I'm not sure I get it."

"That's ok you will when we get it all set up. Here's the key. Each of us needs to have a foot ready to rub the panty that is in the other's crotch when she thinks she can't wait any longer to touch herself."

So I sat us both on the bed facing one another. We each took one of her mother's panties for our face and slipped it over our head so that the crotch was right in our nose. The pungent perfume was the best. I gave each of us one of my panties and we put the insides of the crotches right on our pussys. I showed her how to scissor her legs in mine so that we each had a bare foot close to each other's sex. Finally, she took her panty and I took a pair of mine and we twisted them around our wrists behind our back, pretending to be tied up.

This little scene was so hot for both of us that neither of us lasted very long. Almost immediately, Amber said she needed to be rubbed. I didn't hesitate too long not wanting to work her into a state and pushed my toes into the pair of panties that was near her pussy and rubbed it over her sex at the top of her slit.

Doing that to her was enough to force me to beg her to do the same and she accommodated me by rubbing my sex with her foot inside the panty that was on my crotch. Pretty quickly we reached an agreeable rhythm with each other's feet and the soft panty fabric rubbing on our labia and came.

After catching our breath, we both shed our panty restraints and fell into each other's arms. Amber climbed up on top of me and let me wrap my arms and legs around her tightly and we cuddled for quite awhile. She seemed as happy as I was.

I held her close to me thinking that never did I dream that I would meet someone so young who I was so simpatico with when it came to my little perversions.