Touch Herself

Her nostrils flared. Breathing in that scent. Lois Lane felt a familiar itch down between her legs. She ran her hand down her stomach, sliding over her labia. A part of her felt dirty, even thinking about touching herself there...

The reporter pressed her nose down against the devil's vulva, the woman's scent seeming to come right off the page. Smell had always been one of the reporter's strongest turn-ons. She liked it when her lovers were...not raunchy and gross, but had a good, honest sweat from doing some hard work outside, hands dusty with wood and earth, a bit of wind and pollen in their hair.

As her fingers slid along the hood where her clitoris lay half-awake, Lois remembered how it had been when she was a young woman, finding her mother's panties in the wash basket. Trying them on, just to see what it was like being a woman. Taking them off and sniffing them. Looking at the fine hairs trapped in the fabric. Thinking about how that very same pair of panties had been on her mother's cunt...a word she had blushed to even think about!

It had become, not a fetish exactly, but something that came up again in her university days. One of her student jobs involved doing the laundry at the gym. All those towels. Straight from those hard, sweaty bodies. And always, buried down deep in the bin, was somebody's menstrual towel, their jizz rag, the little bit of cloth they used to cover themselves with in the sauna, the stinky, nasty towels that had been near their naughty bits...and when nobody was looking Lois had brought them up to her face and rubbed herself just like this.

The reporter huffed, breasts heaving, fingers moving harder against her clit. The scent seemed to be all around her now, overwhelming to her senses, absolutely intoxicating. Eyes dilated wide, Lois stared at the book and swore she could almost see little wisps of pink smoke rising up out of the page.

Has it always been doing that? Lois wondered, breathing in through her mouth, unable to stop her hand from working her pussy, feeling a little wetness dribble down her leg. Have I been breathing it in the whole time? I should stop...but it smells so good...