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   Cycle Courier by Darius Thornhill

   I have always been very turned on by the natural aroma of women and of
their pussies, especially after they have been exercising.  I work in a
small office block in London.  Last summer when it was really hot for weeks
on end I had the most exciting experience of my life.  The bicycle courier
company we used hired a new delivery girl called Patti, and what a stunner
she was.  Tall, black, a lovely fit, firm arse and a very well filled
tee-shirt.  I had been lusting after her as she passed my office delivering
messages in the building.  One lunch time when it was really hot she came
in looking better than ever.  She was wearing tight white Lycra shorts,
through which I could see the lines of her high cut panties and a crop top
that showed off her beautiful dark brown stomach and emphasised her sexy
breasts.  As she lent over the porters' desk I could not help noticing
small damp patches between her shoulders and below the small of her back.
As she turned to leave, I seized my opportunity.  I asked if she would like
a drink to help cool off.  She gave me a great big smile, looked me up and
down and said, `OK.  If you don't mind my sweaty body in your office." I
told her it was fine with me and in fact I thought it was good that women
smelled `natural.'

   `What do you mean `natural?' She asked, as we walked to the office
kitchen.

   `Well, you know, just your own body fragrance, not disguised with
perfume.' I handed her a glass, breathing in her musky odour as I stood
near, and getting a hard-on as a result.

   `I thought perfume turned men on.'

   `Not me.  I like them just the way they are.  Even when you, err..  they
have been exercising.'

   `You like the way I smell right now?' She asked, putting the glass down
and walking towards me.

   I nodded and whispered that it really turned me on and that I would like
to get a lot closer to her.  She laughed and called me kinky but at the
same time she came to stand really near me so that her aroma really got to
me.

   `You do like wet and sticky women don't you!' She laughed, looking down
at the huge bulge threatening to split the flies of my trousers.  I pulled
her towards me, kissed her, felt her respond and in no time she was
stroking my throbbing cock, while I squeezed the firm flesh of her bum. 
She pulled back, undid my belt and zip, dropped my trousers and pulled off
my pants.  Then she slipped her Lycra shorts down her long brown legs and
slowly pulled off her white cotton panties.  I stood before her with a
massive hard-on, looking at the tight top she wore.  `How do you like
this?' I buried my face in her moist knickers and breathed in, giving
myself an even larger erection.

   I sank to my knees and was just about to bury my face in her aromatic
cunt when she backed away, saying she hadn't got time now, but she would
come back when she finished her shift.  In the mean-time I was to promise
not to jerk off and as a reward I could wear her panties for the afternoon.


   This really excited me; I had quite often tried on my girl friend's
underwear while alone in the house but had never had the courage to tell
her it excited me.  I nodded dumbly as Patti pulled her knickers up tight
around my balls.  The dampness of her cunt juice combined with the sweat of
her riding made them stick to the underside of my balls.  The smell in the
room was overpowering.  I nearly came there and then while she pulled my
underpants up around her curly black hairs and then pulled her Lycra shorts
over her tight arse.  Finally she buried her tongue into the back of my
throat then laughed.

   `See you later you randy bastard.'

   I have never known such a long afternoon.  Twice the phone rang.  The
first time, Patti's deep voice explained how she had just cycled up
Parliament Hill and the sweat was trickling down between the cheeks of her
bum and mingling with the wetness from her pussy.  The second time, she
told me how she had to cycle up to Hampstead to make a delivery to a
private house.  The bloke nearly shot his wad into his pants when she rang
his bell.  I knew how the poor bugger felt!  I kept dipping my fingers into
the delicious wetness of her panties and smelling and licking them.  I
could hardly control myself while I waited; anticipating what would happen
when she came back.

   My office building was empty just after five and she did not show.  She
arrived just before six.  She was hot and wet, just as I was!  I could not
wait.  I pulled her into my office and tore of her crop top burying my face
between her firm tits and licking and sucking the wetness from her nipples.
She ripped off my shirt.  By this time she was lying on my desk, panting
hard, legs rigid.  I pulled off her Lycra shorts, pausing only to smell and
lick the large patch of damp fabric that had been between her horny legs
all afternoon.

   She sat up and pulled my trousers down revealing her knickers, still
tight round my aching prick.  Using my tool as a lever she lay back on the
desk and pulled me round and on top of her.  In this position she could
swallow my dick and at the same time let me bury my tongue deep into her
wet cunt and my nose into her tight little ring.  The aroma of her sexual
excitement mingled with the musky tang of her sweat was too much.  I
exploded into her mouth and felt her sucking and licking until she had
swallowed every drop.  Her arse was thudding on my desk as she had her
first orgasm.  Her cunt became even wetter but I licked and sucked and
swallowed everything she produced.

   Despite having come we were both still really randy, but now the initial
urgency had subsided.  After a few minutes spent kissing the engorged lips
of her cunt, I sat her in my chair and knelt between her spread legs. 
Patti reached down and slipped my dick into her pussy then lay back while I
slowly fucked her, watching her fondle her long brown nipples as I slid
deep into her tight cunt.

   Finally I fucked her for a third time as she knelt and leaned forward,
resting her head on a cushion on the floor.  Her beautiful muscular arse
pushed up, exposing the small restricted entrance of her anus.  Her hands
reached back between her legs - one massaging her clitoris and the other
stroking the entrance to my arsehole - while I played with her dangling
nipples and full tits.  I was in my own personal paradise.  In this
position I was able to take great breaths of the most erotic, musky aroma
that rose from her cunt and her sexy arse.

   I lost control and fucked her like an animal.  Patti's natural sensual
odour; her tight cunt gripping my dick and my great long thrusts, which
brought the rounded cheeks of her bum thudded against my stomach, brought
us both to another panting climax.  For the third time I unloaded my aching
dick deep into her hot cunt.  I collapsed on top of her, forcing her to the
lay flat.  We stayed like that for a while panting and laughing until
finally I licked her pussy clean, making sure I covered my face with the
nectar from her cunt in the process.

   I went home that night and did not wash.  When I woke I could still
smell Patti's beautiful aroma on my pillow.  What a surprise, I had a
stonking hard-on!

   Darius Thornhill 1995
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