Most people know how sexy women are, whether it be through their looks, their words, or their minds. They have so many ways of turning people on. What often goes overlooked is how attractive their scent is.
It started for me during a 5K, as strange as that sounds. Basically there was an annual run for a cause event in my city, but with a caveat: you could actually run and compete, or you could just walk it at your own pace, wear a costume, and drink while doing so.
I’m not sure if it’s been tamed down in recent years since I haven’t gone in ages, but those 5k events got chaotic. I’m talking like massive amounts of people drunk in the middle of the day, women pissing on the side of the street chaotic.
I walked the event with some buddies one year and had a few beers along the way. We eventually started talking with some women our age, but they also had a few too many to drink, so it wasn’t going anywhere other than friendly conversation. At one point, one woman and I fell behind the group. For whatever reason, she reached up under her dress, slid off her panties, and handed them to me.
I really have no explanation, but she simply told me to take them before we went our separate ways. Later, I drunkenly bragged about them to friends, although one of my female friends acted disgusted and tried to take the black bikini panties away from me, but I wouldn’t let her.
I acted like getting her underwear was a joke, but I was actually really intrigued. Immediately after getting home, my curiosity got the best of me. Within minutes I was laying on my bed naked, appreciating her scent, pressing her panties against my face, smelling all of her most intimate areas. Knowing that she had just wore them hours earlier, it was like she was there with me in a way. I slowly caressed myself, sliding her panties across my abs and hard cock.
It’s like nothing else – getting off to her scent drove me wild and I came so quickly, thinking about her wearing those panties that were previously pressed against her sexy ass and crotch. And to be nice enough to give them to me! It was like a different type of orgasm for me, someone who gets off to visuals 99 times out of 100.
Fast forward many years and I had yet to repeat that experience. I mean, how could I? How often does a random stranger give you her underwear? I brought up the subject with a really good friend who often shared her sexual experiences with me. She was as open-minded as they come, but even she was apprehensive about giving me her underwear. Maybe since she knew me personally, it was awkward or it simply didn’t excite her.
Even more years passed until one summer day, I came across an ad on craigslist for used panties. Not sure how I came across it, but I think one of her tags matched what I was searching for. It was a post basically saying “Used Panties – $65 – College girl needs a little extra cash. Can meet during the day at a public place and will take them off in front fo you. Email for details. Don’t ask for nudes or sex.”. The ad included a picture of six or seven panties laid out on the floor, ranging from white mesh boyshorts to a black lace thong to lilac satin bikinis – that last pair really caught my attention.
We emailed back and forth, but admittedly, I was nervous. What if she knew me? Was this a scam? We exchanged enough emails to the point where we could tell it was legit. We actually got along pretty well. It was her first time selling panties so she was nervous too. We exchanged numbers but I was too scared to text her. I figured I would keep my fetish a fantasy rather than make it a reality. It just seemed too risky to meet someone for something like this, with too many possibilities for something to go wrong.
However, a couple days passed and I couldn’t stop thinking about those lilac satin panties whenever I was horny. They were like the type of panties I would see in Victoria’s Secret catalogs growing up. Hardly anyone wore that style anymore but I always loved the look of women in them. I got super horny thinking about getting her panties, so I said fuck it and texted her.
She responded fairly quickly and said she still had the panties.
“Would you be willing to stuff the panties in my mouth after taking them off?”
“Yeah, I can make that happen”
I made further inquiries regarding “add-ons” but she shot them down. I wanted to see if she would take pictures in the panties before selling them to me, but she made it clear that she would be the one calling the shots. She said wanted an ongoing buyer-seller relationship, but I need to follow orders or else she would cease communication. She laid out the rules: I would text her every Sunday evening and confirm that we would meet on Monday afternoon. I was not allowed to text her any other day of the week and I was not allowed to make requests.
We lived on opposite ends of town, but we eventually negotiated a meeting place – a quiet side street next to a convenience store.
On the day of the purchase, I text her in the morning. I had so many fantasies going through my mind.
“Would you please wear a dress and lift it up, letting me see you in the panties before you sell them to me?”
“I’ll think about it.”
Unfortunately, I pressured her: “What if I pay $10 for each pic?”
Her response:
“I don’t work with boys that pretend to be submissive. Good bye.”
I ruined my chance! I started to sweat and realized I fucked up a good situation. I tried to rationalize and tell myself it wasn’t meant to be, but I knew I fucked up. I felt bad too. I hoped I hadn’t made her uncomfortable.
I looked at other ads but nothing caught my attention. I’m pretty particular and I really liked this woman’s taste. I feel like a woman’s taste in underwear says a lot about her and I just knew she had to be sexy. All the ads I came across were too raunchy for my liking.
The next day however, she texted me! My heart raced as I opened the message:
“We can meet, but you need to get on your knees and apologize. Say ‘I’m so sorry for what I did. I will be better from now on so I can I can buy your panties.'”
I trembled with excitement reading her words. Was she serious? Did she really expect me to do that in public?? I didn’t overanalyze it though, I was just happy to be able to buy her panties. I figured I would show up with $65 and she wouldn’t be able to turn me down.
When I arrived, I was on the wrong side of the store. She texted me:
“What are you wearing? I prefer to know who I’m approaching.”
Again, I was still nervous about meeting her, which I admit is silly, as it’s obviously a much larger risk for women to meet men from Craigslist than the other way around, so I gave her a vague answer.
“Look, don’t waste my time here. Tell me how to identify you or I’m leaving in two minutes”. Her tone was so serious it was intimidating. I told her what I looked like and she said she was the blonde wearing a grey dress. I realized I was on the wrong side of the building then quickly found her.
I approached her but I was too shy to say anything. She was gorgeous! She was in great shape and had long blonde hair, which I absolutely love. It was the hottest day of the year summer too, so her dress was revealing and showed off her figure really well. I couldn’t believe I was getting her panties! She was way out of my league.
She wasn’t shy, but she didn’t say a word. She stared me down and without saying anything, I knew she wasn’t selling me her underwear unless I apologized. I looked her in the eyes as if to say, “Really?”. She looked back at me and without saying anything, she said with her eyes, “Yes, really.”
I started to tremble with excitement again. I was at the point of no return. I was in public, but I wanted her fucking underwear so bad.
And so, I got on my knees, the hot pavement burning my legs, and looked up at her like she was a princess and I a lowly servant:
“I’m so sorry for what I did. I will be better from now on so I can I can buy your panties.”
She couldn’t hide her smile. It had such… conviction. I could see her filling up with power as I said those words. Here I am, on my knees on the side of a store, begging her to *allow* me to pay her $65 for what is essentially is her dirty laundry. I mean, talk about power dynamics. Would a women ever get on her knees and beg a man for his dirty underwear? And pay him for it on top of that? I think you know the answer.
She looked down on me and said, “That’s right! Don’t ever try to make requests like that. I call the shots, not you!”
I was taken aback but how into it she was. It wasn’t just some simple role play. She was dead serious and she really enjoyed the power rush. She really wasn’t fucking around.
I noticed what must have been her bicycle locked behind her. Did she really wear that tight, short dress while riding that bike? I imagined the panty shots onlookers received as she rode by.
Defeated, I remained silent and on my knees as the reached up her dress and struggled to pull the panties down. It was extremely hot outside, so between the combination of sweat and satin, it made it really difficult for her to covertly get them off.
It took her about half a minute to finally remove them all the way. I was in shock watching them roll down her thighs. She told me to open wide and stuffed the panties in to my mouth, saying, “Just like you wanted” before walking away and getting on her bike. The second the panties hit my face I could smell them, and they were completely soaked in sweat from her bike ride.
I was completely dumbfounded and shocked, but quickly realized I was in public, on my knees, panties in my mouth.
I got up and walked as fast as I could back to my car. I knew I couldn’t do much with the panties right then and there, but I had to have a quick smell. They were amazing! Her pheromones drove me wild. There’s really no parallel to a woman’s natural scent. No other scent comes close and for biological reasons I’m not smart enough to understand, they drive me wild. I was hard as hell the entire car ride home.
The second I got into bed I stripped and spent as much time as I could with her panties, but they were too much. Thinking of how sexy she was, how she talked down to me, the things she made me do… all of it was too much to handle. I came so quick.
It wasn’t long before a round two and three. The panties were soaking wet and remained wet for a couple of days. I think since satin doesn’t breathe well, it really retained her scent. They still smell good months later. I explored different parts of her panties and realized each area had slightly different scents, but they all smelled amazing. It was such a better experience than say, masturbating to a picture or video. It felt like it had some connection. Moreover, I think she enjoyed the experience. I think she got off watching me get on my knees and she might enjoy knowing I find her so attractive that I would go as far as to pay for her dirty laundry. All in all, it was a really kinky connection.
I eventually met up with her again and again. In fact, it’s been so long that I probably have as many of her panties as she does. It’s gotten to the point where I’ve actually purchased duplicates from her i.e. I’ve bought so many of her panties that she has sold multiple pairs from the same three packs.
And yes, I’ve made stupid errors and requests along the way that led to me on my knees, apologizing to the person kind enough to sell me her most intimate possessions.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d9wici/mf_she_made_me_beg_for_her_panties