From when our bodies started to really change, my close group of girl friends would often compare notes. To start with it was “Boobs ‘n’ pubes” as we called it. As usual with a group of girls, some developed quickly, some less so. Some developed large boobs and some (me) almost none. Pubes were a different story. I had a lot, and they spread like crazy. Other girls seemed to have almost none, despite having big boobs. Crazy, huh?
Pubes, of course, led to other things ‘down there’. Periods was th No.1 topic. Again, it was wildly different. Some girls had hardly any menstruated flow, others bled like mad. It didn’t seem to bare any relationship to boob size, or pube quantity, but one thing we all agreed on, it was yucky, especially before we could use tampons.
But it was between periods that was he interesting part of our discussions. We had many different names for our feminine discharge. “panty pudding...pant splat...cunt cream...pussy juice...” were just a few. I loved the daring naughtiness of cunt cream, although I daren’t get used to calling it that because I knew I would let it slip in front of mom. But secretly, that was my favourite.
So, we would talk about it, and how it varied as we went through our cycles. Also, how it seemed to change in consistency too...and scent.
I’ve always loved wetness. My own, and other girls’ too.
As we grew older, my friendship group seemed to tighten, there was nothing we couldn’t talk about. We learned when each of us started to use tampons, we learned when each of us “did it”...everything from hand jobs to blow jobs to going the whole route.
And sometimes, especially if we had sneaked some wine, we might even compare wet spots.
Even now, I’m fascinated when I think how a girl might be under her skirt or jeans. I find I can stare and wonder “are you shaved? How wet are you right now? Did you do yourself today? We’re you fucked?”
Today, I had a patient who has needed a lot of orthodontic work. I’m fitting crowns today to all her upper front teeth.
She is 22, and stunning. As I was putting my gloves on, and she was getting into the chair, I got a quick glance up her skirt. Dental chairs are not the most modest of things, and like most patients, she didn’t just swivel on it. One leg went up first, her skirt tightened, and pale blue panties were revealed...pale blue with a large damp patch.
Mind firmly on the job, I fitted each crown in turn. Everything went well until the last one. It just didn’t want to stick. In the end, I let the adhesive cure, then removed it from both crown and tooth and started again. I knew if it didn’t stick this time, id have to call my supervisor.
So I made damn certain that every single bit of adhesive was gone, and the tooth was bone dry. Then more adhesive, push the crown firmly in place, make sure my assistant got all the stray pieces of adhesive (it tastes foul) and I’d trimmed any surplus I could find.
Then I held the crown in place manually. And I held it long enough for the adhesive to mostly cure.
During which time, my mind wandered back to those panties. Why were they so wet? Was she going somewhere after this? Hardly, since she’s going to be numb for a while yet. Nerves, perhaps? Sometimes, visits to the dentist make people aroused. (Go figure) or, had she attempted to placate her nervousness by masturbating before the appointment.
Mmm. Yes. That was it. I imagined her, hand in those cute little panties, maybe even right here, in the hospital, locked in a bathroom stall. A quick cum, before a quick numb!
The adhesive held, I showed her the results, and she went happily on her way.
As she was my last patient, I was done for the day. I wrote the case up, including the failed first fit, and headed home.
She wouldn’t leave my mind though. Maybe it wasn’t a quick Jill in the restroom, maybe her boyfriend (no wedding or engagement ring) had fucked her earlier. Bent forward, panties to one side, and a fast and furious fuck!
By the time I got home, my panties were in a worse state than hers! I literally threw myself onto the bed, rammed my hand in my panties and masturbated to a thoroughly satisfying orgasm.
A woman’s panties tell a story, no matter what time of the month it is. I can totally see why guys like them, and why some like to smell them and cum in them.
Its been a long time since a man has smelled mine, and an even longer time since I’ve caught a guy doing it.
I find it exciting...thrilling...and complimentary too. I don’t feel invaded, quite the reverse. That someone would want to steal my underwear, and that it might make them cum...well, that’s quite a compliment.
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