Scented Panties
chut, horny, wet pussy

It was the March of 2005. A hot summer afternoon. It was especially hot that year. I remember sitting in the shadow of a banyan tree. The ghost tree other students called it as there were rumours that the tree was haunted. It stood out from the rest of the trees in our school and not a lot of students went near it. For me, it was a perfect place. A place of solitude in an innocent time of my life. A place where I could be by myself and do things that I couldn’t do elsewhere. I was young and had just started discovering my sexuality, a sort of exhibitionist. I could feel my body changing. Every inch of it. My breasts were getting bigger and my hips curvier. I felt different sensations that were alien to me. It was an exciting time and I was on a journey to discover what secrets my body held. Schools in India are tough on young girls. Unlike western countries, girls had to wear a uniform that restricted us from showing off our bodies. I wasn’t allowed to freely flaunt my big breasts and our skirts were long enough to extend below the thighs. We all looked the same and we all felt the same. I always liked my freedom and hated this dress code. My mother, as caring as she was, was strict and made sure I was properly covered. She wanted to make sure her daughter was safe. During those days, she dressed me up and made sure that I was wearing tights over my panties. I, on the other hand, hated the idea. My freedom was being taken away from me. As I continued with my journey and discovered more about my sexuality, I also made sure that I was free from these restrictions. I started removing my tights on my way to school and started playing with my body. On my way back, my panties were always wet from the joy. There were special days when they were soaked in my juices and had this underlying scent on them. This kept happening for days and one day after coming back from school, I sniffed my wet underwear. I couldn’t control the feeling I got from it. The smell was maddening and made me go crazy. It was like a drug that I got hooked on. Then there were days when my mother sent all my underwear for laundry and that sweet smell was lost. I was so hooked that I didn’t want to lose the precious smell again, so I made sure to hide some pairs from everyone. I wore them from time to time and kept them hidden. The more used them, the stronger the smell grew. Each time I sniffed them, I was instantly turned on. It was the best feeling in the world. I always had this question in my mind ‘is this beautiful smell unique to me or can others feel it too?’ I was innocent you see. To make sure, I devised a plan. I wanted to find out more about others from my class and if they were attracted to the smell as well. So, one day I removed my tights and hid them in the girl’s toilet. I touched my body and used my fingers in the best way possible. The break got over and I started heading towards my class. I came back turned on beyond my wildest dreams. So wet, that my panties were soaking in my bodily juices. It was time to see if others could experience the heavenly smell as well. I fluffed up my skirt a bit so that the smell could get out. I couldn’t know if anyone caught it but I wanted to make sure that they did. It was then that I came up with a brilliant idea. I used my bench partner, a young innocent boy as my test subject. I dropped my pencil near my feet and asked him to get under the bench and get it for me. I wanted to make sure that the experiment was a success, so I hiked my skirt higher, and let the smell escape. He froze for a minute, looked underneath my skirt, took a deep breathe and felt a strong tingle. He quickly came back up fearing that I’d notice him. Upon his return from heaven, he nervously smiled at me and at that very moment, I knew that my experiment was a success. It was one of the most exciting time of my sexual life. The exhibitionistic sensation was beyond amazing and I didn’t want it to end there. Neither did he. The next time he dropped his pen and went under the bench, I hiked my skirt higher, to let the smell escape even further and my wetness kept oozing. His breath was deeper than the last time and I let him I my saturated smell to his heart’s content. The rest of the day was spent with him finding different excuses to get under the bench and me hiking my skirt higher and higher. The day grew hotter and the temperature kept rising. We reached a point where I could observe a big bulge inside his pants and he could see my cotton stained damp and strongly scented panties sitting a straight. I wanted him to see them. I wanted him to smell them. I made no effort to hide. He could see my cameltoe and my young bush and through my wet panties and I only made it easier for him to see it all. This went on for a few days. I kept hiding my panties and the smell grew stronger every day. Often, there were times when my sweet smell crossed boundaries and reached even further. A lot of people could smell it but couldn’t figure out where it came from. I’m sure all of them were turned on. As summer reached its peak, I grew lustier and lustier with time and I kept wanting more. One day I hiked up my skirt all the way up from the front and I took it off from under my butt too. Finally, my hips and the curve of my sweaty ass was clearly visible through my juicy wet panties along with my front. It was so intense. One touch of my body would drench the bench with my juices. I was on a peak of sexual desire and I became wetter and wetter with each passing second. Drops fell down the bench and it became wet too. I smiled to myself and enjoyed every second of that moment. My partner didn’t want to miss the action. Being shy, he tried to sneakily rub his fingers over the droplets and smell them when I looked away. He kept inhaling the sweetness of my juices and I enjoyed every bit of that moment. He got so charged up that he got a full hard on. I offered him a trade. I’d let him touch my juicy area if he’d let me touch him. I’m sure he wanted this for days. It was an offer he couldn’t refuse. He was a boy after all. He touched me and I touched him and we both experienced a jolt going through our bodies. Our sexual tension heightened to its limits but the time was almost up. The day ended and we parted our ways. I still can’t forget that day. March was about to end and we were also almost done with our final exams. I didn’t get a chance to interact with the boy and I desperately wanted to. I wanted to tell him that I’m changing school next year. Finally, on the day of our last exam, I got a chance to meet him briefly and tell him that I had a great experience. Before I departed, I left him with an unforgettable present to remind of our time. I gave him the panty I wore that day. He took it and hid it in his bag. I gave him a good bye kiss and I left. We never met again but I do think about him and that day often. It was one of the best days of my life.