IN THE PINK
by Stella
They were
pink. Very definitely pink.
Nicki Welsh crouched on
the floor of the hotel bedroom and could clearly see the discarded
panties under the bed. Pink satin, with a little line of matching
lace at the edges. Not particularly expensive, probably, but worn
and that was what interested her.
She reached out and
closed her hands on the little bundle. Holding her breath with
suppressed excitement, she brought them out from under the bed. She
settled back on her heels and held the soft, pink panties in her
hands, contemplating them for just a moment before carefully folding
them so the stained and marked crotch was outwards. She didn't bother
to glance round to see if she was alone: her colleague Olga would be
busy cleaning another room down the corridor, absorbed in her own
world as she cleaned.
Nicki wanted to be absorbed in
these panties. Slowly, almost reverentially, she lifted the crotch of
the knickers to her nose, drinking in the deliciously sharp aroma of
another woman's sex. The heady, musky aroma of cunt filled her senses
with an erotic delight so powerful, so stimulating that she would
soon have to finger herself as she drank it in.
Not
immediately, of course: she wanted to sniff these panties for as long
as she dare before submitting to the overwhelming urge to bring
herself off. How long had she got? A minute? Two minutes? Please, let
it be longer, she thought as she closed her eyes and drank in the
most unique, most erotic smell in the world. Another woman's cunt
her juices and secretions and stains all on a small patch of pink
fabric. The absolute and intimate essence of a woman, sending flames
of lust through every part of Nicki's being.
"Oh
God," Nicki whispered as she pressed the crotch to her nose. If
only she could drink more of it for longer, then her own orgasm would
be so much more powerful. She had dreamed of finding pink knickers
too: most women guests left black or white panties behind among all
the other things they left unbelievable things like a
prosthetic foot and a crate of whiskey and an ivory white wedding
dress and any number of handbags and umbrellas. But the greatest
pleasure for Nicki was finding discarded and forgotten knickers,
perhaps even those abandoned deliberately by someone who'd used the
hotel for some sexual liaison and didn't want to take home the soiled
panties. But Nicki would take them home: stuffed in her overall
pocket she would cherish them for hours at least until the
smell faded.
Black, white, cream, yellow, red
knickers, patterned and lacy and plain and complete with little
bows... but pink was so rare, so precious that she almost came then
and there without touching herself.
"What on
earth are you doing?" said a woman's voice from behind. Not the
voice of Olga, the other chambermaid her English hadn't got
beyond phrases like "Fuck, dirty room," and "Keep
money." Nor was it the voice of one of the hotel's senior staff,
thankfully.
It was the voice of a guest. A female
guest, looming over Nicki.
"Oh, I'm sorry,"
said Nicki, her face burning red as she jumped to her feet, trying at
the same time to smooth the crumpled sheets as if that was the sole
reason why she was kneeling by the bed. She dropped the panties and
hoping the woman wouldn't notice. "I'm just the chambermaid and
I'm cleaning the room."
"No, you aren't just
doing that at all," sighed the woman. She was tall and blonde,
around age thirty, and she was looking down at Nicki with piercing
blue eyes. It was as if she knew. She went to the half-open bedroom
door and closed it, then came back. Nicki was on her feet, her hands
clasped in anxiety, her dark brown eyes cast down in shame at being
discovered. She was twenty years old but felt like a naughty
schoolgirl.
"I came back for something,"
said the woman as she regarded Nicki carefully. "Just a pair of
knickers I'd left behind, but I see you found them."
"Oh,
these," Without looking at the blonde, Nicki squatted, scooped
up the pink knickers by her feet and offered them.
"Yes,
those are the panties," said the woman. It sounded as if she was
smiling so Nicki risked a glance at her. She was indeed smiling, but
she wasn't reaching out for the underwear. "Tell you what, my
dear, if you like them so much please carry on sniffing them. I can
wait a few minutes: my husband is used to waiting."
"I
wasn't sniffing them," Nicki protested, but weakly with her face
bright red.
"Look, I understand," said the
woman. "Smelling another woman's sex is great. I'd do it if I
found them too." She sat on the edge of a chair next to the bed,
still not reaching for the panties on offer. She had on a short skirt
and casually crossed her legs before settling back. She really wasn't
in any hurry.
Nicki hesitantly withdrew her hand,
still holding the pink knickers. "I... I don't do this often
but" she began to say, aware it didn't sound
convincing.
"I told you I understand. When I was
your age, I worked as a chambermaid for a few months. Oh, I know all
sorts of nasty things get left behind by careless guests, which oddly
is why I came back. The panties aren't valuable or sentimental. I
merely came in them last night while fingering myself when my husband
was in the bath, then I tossed them aside. But as we were paying our
bill I thought it unfair to leave them for someone else to clean up."
She smiled more deeply. "But then, they seem to have found a
very pretty nose."
Nicki stared in silence,
embarrassed by the fact she had been caught sniffing the panties but
blushing even more because the woman had said she was pretty. Well,
had a pretty nose anyway.
"So, please carry on,
my dear... or would you prefer something a little more fresh?"
The seated guest uncrossed her legs and allowed her legs to slide
open. From where she stood Nicki could see up her skirt, see the pink
satin knickers she was wearing. Without any show of embarrassment
herself, the blonde reached her right hand between her own legs and
rubbed at her crotch, moving her legs even wider apart, the light
gleaming on her hold-up stockings.
"Oh!"
Nicki felt her sex burst into flames as she watched this glamorous
stranger rubbing at her own slit through the pink knickers.
Instinctively she did the same to herself with her left hand,
pressing at the folds of her skirt and working it inward while her
right hand raised the older woman's discarded panties back to her
nose. She had never felt so alive, so aroused.
"My
name is Andrea," said the blonde, her cheeks looking flushed as
she rubbed herself harder, seeking her hard clit. "What is your
name?"
"Nicki," came the reply, between
deeply inhaling the aroma from the worn panties.
"Ah,
Nicki, you are so very pretty and you look wonderful smelling those
panties of mine. I want to cum hard while I watch you, and then you
can smell the pair I'm wearing." She gasped a little and then
continued: "Would you like that, my dear? Would you like to
drink in the smell of my cum when it's fresh and delicious?"
Nicki
nodded, concentrating on what she could see, what she was doing to
herself and most of all what she could smell. She sat down on the bed
and opened her own legs so she could get her hand up her uniform
skirt, ashamed that her own knickers were only white cotton but more
than glad of the chance to finger herself properly.
"Mmmm,
beautiful," sighed Andrea as she watched the young brunette
sniffing panties and fingering her crotch and looking at her with
those gorgeous dark eyes. "Absolutely beautiful. Just as you
are, Nicki. So sexy!"
The two women rubbed and
caressed and stroked and pinched themselves and came more or less at
the same moment a deep, heartfelt gasp from each of thrm as
their inflamed cunts exploded into bright, flaring orgasms. Only then
did Nicki reluctantly take the pink knickers from her face.
She
recovered her breath. "Andrea... I suppose you'd like these
back," she said, offering them to the blonde, who sat slumped in
the chair with her hand no longer on her sex but with her legs still
wide apart. Sitting like that Nicki could see that the crotch of
Andrea's pink panties were stained with wetness.
"No,
I want you to keep them," sighed the older woman, quite happily.
"I want you to keep those and the ones I've got on right
now in exchange for the ones you're wearing."
"Mine?
But they're orinary. Just plain white"
"Yes,
but you're wearing them. You came in them so beautifully, Nicki."
The blonde's eyes sparkled. "I want to take those panties home
and when my useless husband is out playing golf or wanking
himself over his pathetic secret store of dirty magazines I
can sniff them and cum again as I think of you."
Nicki
nodded. That was what she would do too, in this woman's place. She
was flattered and excited again. "If I give them to you..."
Then she hesitated, not sure how to say this: "Can I... Will I
see you again, Andrea?"
"I visit this hotel
quite often, with my husband," laughed Andrea. "I see no
reason why you and I shouldn't exchange our stained panties again. Do
you see any reason?"
Nicki grinned. She could see
no reason at all.
"Now, my dear, I am sorry to
say I must go." Andrea stood and lifted her skirt to pull down
her pink satin knickers, the crotch glistening with her cum juices.
"These are for you," she said as Nicki stood to remove her
own rather plain white cotton underwear.
They swapped
panties with each other, noting the gussets were still warm and very
wet. Andrea leaned in and gave Nicki the briefest kiss. Short, but
laden with a richer and deeper promise. "Perhaps my dear, when I
come back here we can make each other cum in our knickers before we
sniff them together," she whispered.
Nicki's grin
widened. She could see no reason at all why they shouldn't do
that.
THE END
Copyright � 2007 Stella