Scratch her itch

"Oh, sounds like fun," you answer and crawl onto your hands and knees towards her. "Where do I need to scratch?"

Harietta glances back to see if her husband is looking, then pivots her body so that her legs are facing you. She draws her knees up and slowly slides the skirt up to reveal the pale white flesh of her thick thighs and her blue panties. You crawl closer, smiling the whole way, your heavy bosoms dangling beneath you and threatening to tumble out of your blouse.

"Right here," Harietta says and taps a pudgy finger against the silky-clad cameltoe between her thighs. "Can you scratch me there?"

You reach out and run your fingers over the soft pantyclad mound. You can see the outline of her lips and even the bud of her clit. You let your fingers brush against it.

"Here?" you say as she gasps.

"Oh, yes, please. Right there."

"Maybe I should get a closer look," you tease and then lean your face down between her thighs.

You drag the fabric of her panties aside, revealing the drooping pink lips of her slit, dewy with moisture. Her cunt is shorn and her pudgy mound is razorburned. You place a kiss on the warm flesh of her thigh and she shivers. As you kiss up her thigh you catch a sharp whiff of something. Well, she's a little heavy and it's a damp area, it probably can't be helped. You kiss closer and closer up her thigh, you can feel the heat radiating from her bare cunt. You inhale deeply and your eyes go wide.

Suddenly you remember what Osmand said. He refused to pleasure her this way because of the smell. It is bad, and now that you smell it for sure you cannot smell anything else. It's an overpowering musk of her sex and an unwashed smell.

"Come on, hun," Harietta urges, laying a hand atop your head.

The smell is terrible, but you might be able to endure this woman's unwashed scent and go through with it. Clean her up the hard way. On the other hand, maybe you could somehow trick her into washing up. The splash of the nearby stream makes you think it might be time to go skinny dipping.