It was a hot Saturday morning and I had a ticket for Wimbledon. I'd won it in a charity draw at work and found that Emma in accounts had won the other one. I didn't know her very well but agreed to meet her there outside court 1. It was a glorious hot day so I wore a T-shirt with my tight blue jeans. Emma arrived at 10AM as planned and I noticed how gorgeous she was for the first time. She was wearing a pair of white shorts that showed the tan of her lovely legs. She had beautiful, shoulder length, brunette hair with blond highlights and I noticed she had smallish breasts, like mine, pressing against her red T-shirt. Her scent was intoxicating... I reminded myself that she was a work colleague and our conversation focused on the tennis. We watched women's tennis all morning, me secretly relishing the beautiful legs and the panties from the rising skirts. By lunch time, I was feeling pretty horny and felt an urge to slip into the ladies to relieve myself. Emma asked me if I felt like a drink and I decided why not. She ordered us both Pimms and as we were so hot we drank it down. Soon we were feeling more than a little light headed and giggly and the ice was broken. Emma told me how she preferred the women's tennis, saying how the women just seemed more graceful, whilst still being very athletic. She told me how she played herself and had friends who owned their own private court in their garden. Another drink and we got back to the tennis. Still giggly, Emma commented about one of the players, saying: "Look at the big knickers on her! I think they should wear nicer underwear, something that shows how good they look - I nice pair of lacey briefs, perhaps, or a thong". "Imagine if they played without underwear", she added. "That would be some sight!" I said. "They should organise bottomless tournaments", she said, laughing. Emma suggested another drink so we went for one. I was growing to like this girl a lot. We stayed in the bar and had yet another. Emma asked if I like playing tennis. I told her I did. I used to play a lot with my ex-girlfriend and found that tennis was very popular amongst dykes. "Would you like to play tomorrow? My friends are away and have said I can use the court", said Emma. "Sure - why not?" "Have you got whites? Let's do it properly", she said. "I think so" I said. "And leave your panties at home", she giggled. We both laughed at that point and sat in the bar joking and laughing, talking about work and outside work, and found a lot in common. Eventually it was time to go. We swapped numbers and I gave Emma my address. She was going to pick me up early for the game. It felt like a date, but I couldn't be sure.
On Sunday morning, I got up thinking about Emma. I just couldn't work out how the morning would go. I pulled on my sports bra and dug out my short, white tennis dress. I then noticed my stubbly legs! They just wouldn't do so I went into the bathroom and shaved them. I pulled on the dress and a pair of white socks and carefully selected some underwear. I remembered what Emma had said about nice panties and chose a pair of very light pink, brief and lacey knickers, with the hope that this was a date. I'd just pulled them up when she door bell rang. It was Emma and she was looking even lovlier than before. She was wearing a short, pleated white skirt and polo shirt with her tennis shoes and socks. I wondered what she had on underneath and felt a tingle of excitement between my legs. I got into Emma's sports car and away we went, heading out into the suburbs. We eventually pulled into a long drive and the car then came to a stop. Emma led me through a garden gate, over to the court and I followed, watching her hips and behind and again wondering what she had on underneath. Emma took our towels and water bottles and put them on a bench and we started to knock the ball about a little to warm up. Soon the game proper began. I was to serve first and I soon had a lead. After the third game to me, she turned away from me to pick up a ball. As she bent forward, he skirt road up to reveal two, bare, beautiful buttocks. I stood there like I was under a spell, a breeze lifting her skirt right up to her hips. She was naked underneath her skirt. She hadn't been joking! From this point on, I was thinking about that beautiful behind, wondering what she might have round the front too. My concentration was gone and Emma started to beat me. "Hey, Sarah", she said, "It looks like I'm turning it all round". The ball kept coming by and I was powerless to stop it and I could feel my panties dampen with both sweat and my sex. As I bent to pick up the ball at the end of the first set, Emma walked over. "Sarah! You cheat!" she said! "Nice knix though. Take them off! Don't say you haven't noticed my bum. You must have seen everything when the wind blew!" There was nothing for it. I slipped by wet panties over my hips and down to my tennis shoes and stepped out of them, holding them for her to see. Emma lifted up her skirt, facing me and said "That's better - we're equal now." She held it the skirt up, watching may gaze fall on her shaved pubic mound and the small, silver ring in her clitoral hood. She took the panties out of my hand and, letting her skirt back down, reached over to lift the hem of my short white dress up . I gazed at her with longing and feminine lust as she studied my pubic area whilst bringing my panties to her nose. She inhaled deeply and sighed. Her sniffing may panties while oggling my pussy was driving me wild and down between my legs to stroke myself. "These knix are very nice, Sarah. Your pubes and pussy are beautiful too. I think we'll have some fun after the game!" Emma walked back to her side of the court leaving me still masturbating as she put my panties down with the towels after one more sniff. I got the message - she wanted to play and tease, I'd have to be patient. I took my hand out of my dress and let the skirt slide back down. Now Emma used every excuse she could to show up her skirt. She even sat down to retie her laces, her legs wide apart and touching herself briefly. I quickly lost the set and felt I was going to burst. We sat on the ground, facing each other at the end of the set, legs wide apart, showing each other our pussies. "Sarah, you're getting wet. I'll fix that later," Emma teased. "Two sets to love, my love, so my game. If you let me play a third, I'll give you a day you'll never forget. What do you say?" "Emma, you don't know what you're doing to me", I said, caressing my pussy once again. "Go on", she begged and got up. Emma picked up my panties and slid them on and went back to her side of the court. Now, I was bottomless and she was wearing my underwear. I gave in and we played again. This time, I played up for her, flashing my pussy at every occasion. This got me even more aroused and she beat me 6 games to love. True to her word, we stopped at that point. "Follow me," said Emma and she led me across the garden and back to her car. The drive was quite secluded, with trees and shrubbery. Emma opened the car door and unzipped my dress. She slipped the straps over my shoulders and it slid down my legs. I stepped out of it and Emma lifetd my sports bra over my head. I was naked now apart from my tennis shoes and socks. She kissed me deeply while stroking my back and thighs. She turned her attention to my small, but firm tits and started to lick first one nipple, then the other. I reached under her skirt and started stroked her, feeling her wet arousal through my panties, which she still wore. Emma eased me into the passenger seat and her tongue slid down my naked skin. She licked at my thighs and ran her hands through the brown hairs of my pubic triangle, easing closer to my clit, but not quite touching it. She was driving me wild and I loved it. Still avoiding my clit, she slid her tongue along my labia and into my vagina, relishing my juices. She pushed me back a little, raising my anus from the seat, her hand snaking round for two hingers to enter my pussy with her tongue. lubricated with my juices, she gently slid a finger into my rectum, sensually probing while still working my labia and my vagina with her tongue. She started teasing the hood of my clit with her tongue now and I was close to climax. She carried on like this for what seemed like eternity, alternately licking my clitoral hood and my labia, whilst probing my but with her finger. I was panting heavily as I started to come and she sucked my clit directly into her mouth, rubbing it intensely with her tongue and pushing me into a wild orgasm. Emma held me in her arms, stroking my breasts and the last ripples of orgasm faded away and said "Eat me, Sarah. Eat me through these panties and do it now!" Without undressing her we swapped places, me kneeling naked through tha car door reaching for her sex. My panties on her had deep wet stain, which looked so sexy. I rubbed her crotch through them , marvelling at the wetness. I reached forward and pressed my face into them and kissed her, breathing in the pure, lusty, musky smell of sex. Nothing smells sweater than a ripe, aroused, woman's sex. It was that discovery which made me give up men for good and spend the rest of my time seeking the most feminine of pleasures. I digress. The sweet, sweaty, sex stained panties were setting me on fire once again. I pushed me tongue into them while reaching my hand down to my clitoris. With my other hand, I pushed the elastic and filmy material to one side and slid my tongue up and down Emma's vaginal slit. Sensing she was near climax I moved up to her clit. She gently pushed me away after a minute or two and said "let me take them down". Emma pushed out through the car and slid the panties down. Beckoning, she led me through some bushes to a secluded patch of lawn. She sat down, legs apart and motioned for me to sit by her. She passed me the panties and I raised them to my face to smell them. As I did this, I started rubbing my clit. Emma undid one of my shoes and slid down my sweaty sock. She sniffed the sock and started to masturbate. The sight of this and the smell of the panties brought me once more close to the edge. As Emma raise by toes to her nose and sniffed then licked them, I came again, masturbating wildly, erotically overpowered by the pussy-panty smell and what Emma was doing to me. Emma took the panties from me for another turn of sniffing, continuing to masturbate. I lifted her skirt all the way up and slid fingers into her vagina and anus. She took her hand away and reached once more to my sock. I ate her hungrily as she pushed my sock and panties to her nose. Emma soon climaxed as I licked and sucked at her clit. I slowly put back on my sock and shoe and Emma held onto the panties. We walked back hand in hand to the car and my discarded clothes. It was 12 O'Clock. Emma put my panties into her handbag and passed me my dress as I sat in the passenger seat. She started the engine and started down the drive. I didn't bother with my bra, but slipped my dress over my head as we started down the road. "Let's get some lunch", she said. I've got somewhere special in mind. Knickerless, in a short tennis dress, but with a sexy babe how could I refuse? *************************** Chapter 2 - Shopping Emma drove us through the leafy suburbs towards the shopping centre. I'm far from being butch but I have to say, I don't usually go in for frocks or skirts. My tennis dress is an exception, but even then I usually wear it for a game and change right afterwards. This morning's fun with Emma put a different light on it. I felt really sexy and good, knowing how turned on she was from the way I was dressed. She'd hardly given me time to get dressed at all as we left her friends' garden. My dress was pulled over my body down to my waist, but It didn't cover my thighs and was still unzipped at the back. My naked bottom was in contact with the car seat and I could smell the scent from my still damp vagina. I just didn't care. Emma, of course, hadn't been naked yet and I longed to see and touch her breasts, which appeared to be small, like mine. She pulled into the multi-story carpark and found a space on the roof. She picked my panties up off the dashboard and gave them a quick sniff. "You'll have to let me keep these", she said and slipped them into her handbag. I straightened up my skirt and took my purse out of my sports bag. "Can you carry this for me, Emma? I've got no pockets" "Of course I can, hon. Let me zip you up", she said getting out of the car. I turned around after I got out and she zipped up my dress. I felt her squeeze one of my buttocks as she kissed my neck and said "I think I'm falling in love". We walked to the lift and towards the shops holding hands. "I had no idea you were gay", I said. "I'm not sure, either", she said. "I think I might be. I used to have this boyfriend who worked as a salesman. He used to have a voracious sexual appetite and used to love strip clubs up in town. I went with him one evening, instead of his usual sales friends and I was just amazed by the whole thing. I found it all so erotic and started to notice womens' bodies for what they are. I used to love the lap dances in particular. At first it was something we shared, with it getting us all fired up for great sex. One night it all changed. I was due to meet him outside a lap dancing bar and he didn't show up. In case he was already there, I went inside to look for him. There was no sign and, as he was nearly half an hour late, I bought myself a drink. After a second drink I found myself paying for a private dance. It seemed to make no difference to the dancer and I found that really erotic. I ended up spending all of my money on dances before remembering my boyfriend and leaving to go home. I was annoyed with him, but at the same time excited by the fact that I'd been oggling naked women on my own. He turned up drunk and coked up. I told him to take the couch and took myself off to bed. I masturbated myself to sleep remembering one of the dancers." "How about your experience with other women?" I asked. "The way you brought me off today was incredible. And panties - not many other women are into them, you know." "Well Sarah, you'll get my life story some time, so why not start now? My boyfriend used to sniff my panties, sometimes alone and sometimes when we made love. One day, he passed them to me while he put on a condom. I took a whiff to see what it was all about and found the musky, pee-ish scent amazing. I sniffed the knickers while he fucked me and came to the aroma of pussy. Whenever he'd be away on a sales trip, I would go to a show, come home and masturbate with my worn underwear to smell. We took out a subscription to Playboy and I'd get off on that too. We sort of accepted that I was probably bi once we subscribed and he just loved that. The beginning of the end came soon, though. Let's stop at this cafe. Is a sandwich OK for you, Sarah?" There was a long cafe/bar type table along the glass front of the cafe. We could see a woman sitting there, the table making her forget that passers by could see right up her skirt. "Nice", said Emma. "Let's get window seats too", she said, walking in. "I'm not so sure about that", I said, as she sat down. I sat down next to her, my legs facing her to my side. The skirt of my tennis dress rode up to mid thigh and she rested her hand on my knee, saying "Trust me. It'll be fun". She relaxed her legs apart, her white, pleated skirt also rising up her thighs. Emma reached down and gently hitched it up a couple of inches. Anyone walking past could see her shaved vagina and her cute little piercing. During the course of our sandwich and coffee she continued her story, but I was amazed at the reactions from passers by. Some didn't notice anything. Some men did, but they'd look sheepishly then turn away. However, many of the women who noticed, would have a good look, following Emma's legs to her crotch and to her face. "Good isn't it?" said Emma. I slid my legs round and held her hand. This turned a lot more faces, male and female. "On my birthday, he hired a prostitute," Emma continued. "He'd already confessed that he'd used them in the past. This one looked just like one of the dancers I told him about. I'd not actually been with a woman before at that point and was feeling very nervous. I felt a little better when he took off his shirt and kissed me. She started to caress me too and between them they took down my jeans and slipped my T-shirt over my head. Once I was in my bra and knickers, he left the room for condoms and she and I kissed. By the time he came back we were both naked and kissing, her breasts against mine. He stripped off too and watched as she licked my tits and stroked my clitoris. He started kissing me as her tongue slid down to my sex. I quickly came and lay back on the couch and thanked him for such a great present. I was going to eat her out too when he moved in and fucked her. I picked up her panties while this was going on and took a deep sniff. After he'd finished, I embraced him and told him it was my turn, after I'd pleasured her. I was struck with how different women are. How it's all somehow softer, more attentive and more involving. The taste of her pussy, even mixed the the rubbery taste of condom was so compelling." Emma's story had sent a rush of blood between my legs and I could feel my vagina moistening. I became very self conscious with the knowledge that passers by could see my aroused sex up my short skirt and once more moved my legs back round to face Emma. "You can't sit still", she said. "Let's go". We split the bill half way and Emma said she wanted to look in some shops. We looked in some windows and Emma saw some shoes that she liked. "A pair of those would look great on you, you know", she said, pointing at a pair of red coloured heels. "I don't really go in for high heels", I said. "They'd look really good on you. You've got great legs. We could get a matching pair. I think that would be really sexy, especially with other matching clothes. Go on Sarah - I'll get them for you." Before I knew it, I was agreeing. We were in the shop and there was this cute, boyish looking girl, with closely cropped hair and a great eyebrow piercing. She looked us both up and down and said: "Can I help you, ladies?" She was an obvious dyke and Emma said "Sure, we'd like some of these red heels. Can we try them on? You may need to measure my girlfriend's feet". She took us over to one side of the shop. So I was Emma's girlfriend, was I? And she would say what I needed? Again, I was feeling incredibly turned on by this. Emma slipped off her tennis shoes, her skirt high up her thighs. She let her knees slide apart as she told the girl she was a size 6. As the girl held the first shoe open, Emma lifted her foot in front of her. She shop assistant could clearly see right up her skirt and Emma was smiling right at her. She put down her foot and raised the other and said to me "What to do you think? Do you like what you see?" "Very nice," I said, again feeling my pussy tingling with growing excitement. Looking at the sales assistant, Emma said "Have a good look too and tell me what you think." The assistant gazed up her skirt at her shaven mound. Emma lowered her leg but kept her knees apart. The assitant smiled at her and leaned forward. She took a deep breath and sighed "Shall I do your friend now?". I was so turned on by this and I followed suit and relaxed my knees apart. The assistant started to untie my laces, while looking at my crotch. "I love your scent", she said, smiling. "You'll have to let me know exactly where it comes from". I knew she was referring to my ripe pussy, not my body spray. Emma surprised me by answering this "I could show you later. When's your lunch break?" "2PM today. I've got no plans either". "We'll swing by and pick you up," said Emma. As she measured my feet and helped me into my heels, I swear she was smelling me as she shot glances at my vagina and casually touched my knees. We walked around the shop a little in our heels. They fit perfectly. "Very nice", said the assistant. "Are you going to wear them now?" It seemed a strange combination, but we both slipped off our socks and wore the red heels with our tennis clothes. We carried our tennis shoes and socks in bags from the shop. It was nearly 2PM. We took our bags to Emma's car and kissed in the carpark. There was nobody else there and Emma slid her hand up my dress to stroke my buttocks and thighs. "Are you sure about this?" I asked. "It will be great fun", she said. "And after that, I'm going to take us home for a nice shower." Back at the shop we met the girl. Her name was Kerry and she walked behind us as we held hands and walked towards the carpark. There was nobody around and Emma pushed open the door of the disabled toilet. We all stepped in and carefully locked the door. "People would pay huge money for this", said Kerry and she kissed Emma. I felt this strange mixture of both jealousy and desire as I watched them kiss. As if she sensed it, Kerry turned her atention to me. As she kissed me, I felt Emma's hand on my zip. She slid it down and slipped her hands under my shoulder straps. I let my arms through the straps and Kerry started kissing and licking my breasts. My dress slid down my knees and I stepped out of it, naked apart from my heels. I felt like a porn actress, dressed like this and began to feel my arousal grow towards climax as Kerry continued to lick my nipples and stroke my clit. "Wait just one minute", she said, and pulled away. She took a picture of me with her phone and then came back to my clit. This time, she used her tongue and quickly brought me to orgasm. I then noticed Emma, her skirt pulled up, sitting on the floor. She was sniffing my panties again and was rubbing herself furiously. She soon groaned as orgasm took her. Again, Kerry took a picture. I kissed Kerry and started to unbutton her shirt. Emma slipped off her skirt and shirt, to at last reveal her beautiful, small, firm breasts and she then started to unbutton Kerry's combats. Soon Kerry was naked too. She had larger breasts than either of us and a gorgeous thatch of ginger pubic hair. As I kissed her, she sat down on my dress. I sat next to her and stroked her breasts, gently squeezing her nipples. Emma licked her thighs and worked up towards her sex. As the pleasure mounted, Kerry reached down my leg to my foot. I lifted it and she unfastened the shoe and pushed my toes towards her nose. She inhaled deeply and started to lick. She alternately sniffed and licked as Emma made her come. "I told you I love your scent, she said. Are these hers?" she asked Emma, picking up the soiled panties. "They were, but now they're mine", she said. She raised them to her nose. "Divine", she said, inhaling deeply before passing them back. We all slowly got dressed. As I gave Emma a kiss, Kerry took one last picture of us, in our short tennis whites and red high heels, before we went back to the car and Kerry went back to the shop. ******************* Chapter 3 Back to Emma's apartment After the encounter with a total stranger in the shopping mall toilets on top of the morning's outdoor sex, I'd stopped thinking about home. I wasn't even paying attention to where Emma was driving us and I sat back in the passenger seat, knickerless, in my short dress. Emma stroked my thigh as we sat in traffic. "Let's have some music", she said, putting the Tatu CD into the player. Although I wasn't thinking about where we were going, I kind of knew we'd be going to Emma's place. There was a slight scent of sex in the car and I breathed it in, deciding not to open a window. As Emma sang along to "All the things she said" I again started to feel horny and felt the familiar feeling of blood rushing to my sex. We got into Emma's front door and started to kiss immediately. Nothing needed to be said, I felt intoxicated by her. "I think I'm falling in love", she said. "I hope you're not attached". It seemed a strange thing to say after a day of sex, including a threesome with a stranger, but it turned me on. I knew this beautiful woman wanted me. She unzipped my dress and I stepped out of it. "For someone who's not sure if she's gay, you really are something", I said. I kicked off my shoes and stood naked, gazing at her wantonly. Emma, still clothed, led me to her bedroom. It was very tidy, apart from a pair of her soiled panties on the floor. She pushed me onto the bed and started kissing again, running her hands over my body. "I love your tits," she said and she started licking them, while stroking my pussy. I reached down beside her bed and picked up the soiled, black panties and brought them to my nose. "MMMM, these smell good", I said. Emma stopped what she was doing and sat back, looking at me. "God, you look sexy." She started to undress and I started masturbating while sniffing the panties and watching her strip. By the time Emma was naked, I was close to coming. I was going to save my orgasm for her to finish me, but she'd started to touch herself too. Emma had once again taken out my panties to smell. Sniffing her's and watching her sniff mine, my hand wandered back down to my clitoris. Emma was rubbing herself faster now "I've always wanted to do this," she said. We both managed to come together with powerful climaxes. We swapped the panties back over and slipped them on before getting into the bed to lay in each other's arms and drift in and out of sleep. When I woke up, it was early evening. Emma came into the room wearing a white towel bathrobe. "Hey, honey, you're awake", she said. "Do you want a shower?" "That sounds good," I replied dreamily, and swung my legs out of the bed. "It's this way, hon", she said, taking my hand. In the bathroom she passed me a towel and a short, T-shirt nightie. I accepted these without thinking and slipped off my panties as she turned on the water. Emma took them from my hand and watched as I stepped into the running water. She said "I'll be in the living room, darling", and she left the room. As I started to wash, it just occurred to me that I was staying the night and had to go to work the following day. I realised that I had no work clothes with me and would need to go home. Once I was clean and dry I wrapped the towel around my hair and slipped on nightie. I walked past the front door to the living room. Emma had hung my tennis dress on a hanger by the door. In the living room she'd put on the TV and lit a joss stick. She was in the kitchen preparing some food. I went in and put my arms around her, kissing her neck as she beat some eggs. There was an open bottle of wine on the work surface. "You were telling me about how you discovered women earlier on," I said. "Yeh. I told you about my first time with a prostitute, didn't I?" she replied. "Well, from there, my relationship with my ex changed. I asked him if we could do it again and he was really keen. We started to do it regularly, but from the second time it became obvious that he really wanted to see me with the other woman before fucking her himself. As money was no object to him, this kind of took over our sex lives and soon most of my sex was with other women. I was finding that exciting but at the same time, I was beginning to feel very rejected. Things came to a head one evening when he brought home two girls. He made it really obvious that we were to have one each. Again, I found this very exciting, but felt hurt when we went into separate rooms. I fucked her and enjoyed it, but decided that our relationship was over the following morning. Since then, I've been with a guy once, which I enjoyed, and I had a three month fling with a policewoman. That ended about 12 weeks ago. What about you?" "Oh, I knew I was gay from my early teens," I replied. "I used to have crushes on other girls and even the babysitter from the age of 12 or so. I managed to lose my virginity at a sleepover when I was 15. I'd been showing my friend how to kiss boys (I had kissed one or two by then!) and she'd shown me some lingerie that she'd bought for her first time with him. I got her to put it on and we kissed. I told her that to have a good time, she should get him to touch her and I showed her how. After giving her an orgasm, I told her to practice on me. She did this and gave me my first girl to girl come. We 'practiced' again on two other occasions before falling out over the whole thing. However, from then on, I knew for certain how I liked being touched by other girls. I did sleep with a guy once, but I didn't come. It just did nothing for me." Soon the scrambled eggs and toast were ready and we sat together on the couch. My short nightie had ridden all way up as I sat down and I caught the reflection of my naked sex on the glass table. We drank some wine and after we'd finished eating, Emma chose a DVD. As she put it into the machine, she slipped off her robe and took my panties out of the pocket. She was wearing a nightie like mine and she sat on one end of the couch, her legs apart and facing me, panties in her hand. I noticed a white, silky, filmy fabric clinging to her labia. The DVD started and it turned out to be porn. There were three women dressed like cheer-leaders, kissing and gradually undressing. They gradually removed each other's panties, skirts, shirts and bras and ended up on the floor eating each other out. I had begun to feel horny again, watching this, but more so from what Emma was doing while she watched the film. She was touching herself through the material of her underwear and was smelling mine. In the next scene on the DVD, one cheerleader was eating another one out, who still wore her knickers. She had pushed the crotch to one side and was teasing her partner's clit with her tongue. Emma rubbed herself more vigorously, and I fell to my own, naked vagina with relish. Emma caught sight of me masturbating. She then alternately looked at me and the movie, while sniffing at my knickers. I could tell she would soon come, and I took her hand away from her sex and licked her fingers. Next, I bent forward and pulled the damp, clinging panties from her wet slit and pushed the material to one side. She smelled heavenly. There was the musk of her pussy, mingled with another, musky scent of her body spray. I ran my tongue along her labia and around the hood of her clitoris, teasing her and making her wait. "Oh, God, Sarah, this is too much", she groaned. However, it seemed right for it to be my turn to be in control. I slid a finger into her engorged vagina, wetting it in her come and lid it down her hairless labia to her anus. I found that her panties were a thong. Emma moaned softly as I pushed the material of her slid my finger into her rectum and started once again to lick around her clitoris. After a few minutes of gentle probing and licking, her breathing became deeper and she started to pant. I knew she was now very close to orgasm and I slowed down again. I slipped my finger out of her anus and dipped another one into her pussy. I slid this one into her rectum and took a sniff of the finger I'd had up her before. As I went back to her labia and hood, she took my finger up to her nose and dropped the panties to the floor. As she started gasping betwen sniffs, I started sucking her clit and pushed Emma over the edge into a powerful climax. As her moans died down, I slipped her panties down her hips. They were soaked with cum. I wiped my fingers in them and put them on the table. "That's the best come I've ever had," said Emma. "All I'm good for now is sleep." "Let's go to bed", I said and gently led Emma by the hand. We lay in each others arms, tired but very satisfied. I woke after a few hours and went to get some water. Remembering Emma's underwear on the table, I paused. I could just about make out the silhouette on the glass table. I sat on the floor, my legs apart and touched myself. As I started to get wet, I raised the panties to my nose, savouring Emma's scent. I quickly came and put the panties back before getting into bed.