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There was nothing I wanted more than to watch it, caress it, sniff it, stroke it, lick it. And she didn't want me to have any part of it, at least at first. We were both married but were spending a lot of time together, thanks to work. She was of the very strong opinion her butt was too big and too bubbly. I, on the other hand, thought it was PERFECT. She has a good set of womanly hips, but not out of proportion to her height. It's her behind which always fascinated me. She did go through a phase of wearing compression underwear, which didn't do much for me. In fact, they made her butt look too small and compact. But on the days she wore regular panties, she displayed just the right amount of jiggle for the perfect bubble butt. How I longed to press my face into her crack and breathe her intimate aroma. How I longed to jiggle her cheeks and enjoy the sensation of slight resistance. The number of hours I spent fantasizing about her butt must have run into the thousands over the last ten years. I can't begin to estimate how many gallons of cum I've ejaculated while taking myself in hand as I thought about her perfect bottom. There have been a few more intimate highlights involving her bottom, but not nearly as many (or as intimate) as I yearn for. Maybe four years ago, I was hugging her in greeting, not having seen her for a couple months. She was wearing a comfortable pair of jeans and I took the opportunity of nobody else being around to let my right hand slide down her left hip and a little behind her, just starting to impinge on her left cheek. She grabbed my hand immediately and told me that area was off- limits. Bummer. We played golf together one really hot day. As we were about to begin, she decided to exchange her long pants for a pair of shorts. And these were SHORT shorts - not really her usual style at all. I spend the entire round waiting for opportunities to peek at the most delightful bottoms of her butt cheeks as she bent over to put as tee in the ground, mark her ball on the green or (best of all) pick her ball from the cup. It wasn't easy to always be in the optimum position for these views - I probably succeeded about half the time. That one day gave me fantasy fodder for months afterwards! We visited another city for work one time, staying in the same hotel, with rooms just across the hall from one another. One evening we worked late at the office and didn't get back to the hotel until around 11pm. At that point, we ordered room service and she agreed to eat it together, in her suite, I was more than fine with that! The food came and we snacked on it, drinking a couple beers each as we chatted and watched a bit of late night television. I managed to steer the conversation around to sex - anal sex in particular - and once she got over her initial embarrassment at even mentioning the topic, she told me she and her husband had never engaged in it and that he referred to her anus as 'exit only'. Interestingly enough, she never specified one way or the other whether she'd ever participated in anal sex with anybody else, before or after getting married. She was visibly squirming as I continued on the topic, but I didn't have the heart to pursue much further. Slow and steady does it. Wait for the right opportunity. * One time, we met up while on separate business trips to Toronto. Even though we were in separate hotels, she arranged to meet me for breakfast in my hotel and share my car into the office. Then after work, we'd drive downtown for a nice dinner somewhere. Sure enough, we met around 6pm and I drove us downtown. We parked under the St Lawrence Market and strolled around the city, looking for a nice restaurant. We eventually settled on a French place down on Church Street. Dinner was very nice and we comfortably downed a couple bottles of wine between us. Afterwards, she was a little tipsy and touched on some (for her) sexually intimate conversation topics. I just played right along, waiting for a chance to do some steering. That opportunity arose as we drove along a street through a darkened, industrial area on our way back to the 404. She asked me if I knew where I was going, as it seemed so dark and deserted. I replied I was looking for just the right kind of dark parking lot where I could ask her to bend slightly over the car and drop her pants, so I could... And at this point, SHE continued on "lick your way down my butt crack and put your tongue in my butt-hole?" I was floored! Alas, I knew she wasn't serious, so we both laughed and I continued back to my hotel. In retrospect, she may well have been serious, as she proceeded to give me a very warm, close and sensuous full-body hug in the hotel lot before getting into her own car. I was such an idiot! We stayed at her parents' house on a business trip one time. We shared a bathroom and had adjoining bedrooms. Alas - not a single opportunity presented itself, of any sort. Recently, things took a huge turn for the better. We started a series of business trips overseas. While not quite paranoid, she is very careful when she travels, and so wanted to share flights with me and have rooms nearby in the hotels. On the very first flight we shared, she got up to go to the bathroom. After a couple minutes, I decided I may as well go too and walked to the rear of the plane. The rightmost lavatory showed "in use", so I assumed she had gone in there, as I pushed open the door to the left one. Wow - she was in the left one! Jeans and panties around her ankles and the door unlocked! I didn't really get to see much of her, though, as she pushed the door closed again immediately. The flight attendant sitting in the galley asked me if I knew the person in there! I didn't know what to answer to that one! The rightmost lavatory emptied and I used that one. When I returned to my seat, I asked her how she'd found the experience (not letting on at first it was me who opened the door on her). She explained what had happened (she claimed there was something wrong with the lock) and I ended up admitting it was me who had seen her - this seemed to make her a little happier. We managed to get adjacent rooms in the hotel - adjacent rooms with a connecting door! This was more than I could possibly have hoped for, but she was just as eager as I was to have this arrangement. I left my side of the door open and unlocked all the time. There was a gap under her side which was maybe half an inch - enough to see the light under it, but that was about it. I also started making a point of giving her a morning hug/kiss and an evening hug/kiss - all very platonic at first. B y the end of the first week, I wasn't using my main room door at all - we'd exit and enter via hers, always leaving the connecting doors unlocked. I never did get much exposure to her more intimate aspects, though. Her underwear, etc. were never in sight, either in drawers or in her suitcase. One day toward the end of our first visit, she encouraged me to visit the exercise room. She wore a tight t-shirt and a pair of shorts which she filled exquisitely. With each step she took, her bottom (underwearless?) wobbled in an absolutely gorgeous manner. It was a wonder I was able to work out at all with that butt in the same room. And I know I wasn't the only guy with an issue like that - one older man on a stationary bicycle had his eyes glued to her butt during her entire time on the treadmill. Yum! During one of our trips, we talked in her room for a while after we finished exercising. I was hoping she'd do her post-exercise stretches while I was with her - I could hardly wait to see that. But alas, she directed me back to my own room and closed the door behind me before she started her stretches. She knew I liked her butt, of course. I had mentioned it a few times, only to her. One evening, after she'd had a few drinks, we went up to our rooms and shared a goodnight kiss and hug in her room. I slowly and deliberately let my hands slide down from her shoulders to her back to her waist, pausing slightly before proceeding further, to her hips and then her butt. But I didn't have the balls to follow through all the way to cup her perfect cheeks. I hesitated and stepped back before she had a chance to chastise me. She laughed and told me I would probably have gotten away with it, as the drinks had made her a little slow tonight. Sheesh! If only I'd realized that at the time! Next day at the office was very interesting. We have four flights of steps between the sidewalk and the office we work in. When nobody else was on the stairs, she walked up in front of me, maybe two steps between us. And she did the hip-shimmy thing, causing her beautiful butt cheeks to sway from side to side, inches in front of my nose. Does it get much better than this? And she knew exactly what she was doing and how I was reacting. I love to be teased like that - makes me feel extremely special! She joked about it later, telling me my face was a picture. I'm sure it was! I made sure she knew how much I had enjoyed it, too. I told her anytime she'd like her butthole licked, I'd happily do it for her - and she didn't seem at all fazed by that offer. The office gets extremely hot and with vinyl seats, almost everyone suffers from what we colloquially refer to as "swamp-ass". I knew she got it too, as she would often comment to me on it and I'd see her pick the material of her panties out of her butt crack every time she stood up. I joking offered to help her with that chore - she just smiled. We figured out a way to perhaps reduce swamp-ass was to take towels from the hotel and place them on our chairs. I lent her one of my towels to try and it certainly did soak up a lot of her butt sweat. At the end of the day, I asked for it back, planning to drape it over my face as I lay in bed that night and savor the aroma. No such luck - she insisted on keeping it and giving me a clean one from her room. I did ask her one more time and she (not so sure she was joking this time) called me sick. So I just planned better. Next day, she still had that 'used' towel in her bag. I brought two more from my room. I used one of the ones I'd brought and she used the one she had again. Toward the end of the day, one of the other women invited her to go along with her to get some coffee. So I took advantage of this situation, removed the towel she had been sitting on, rolled it up and placed it in my bag, then shifted the towel from my seat to hers and put a fresh towel down on my seat. When she came back, she noticed nothing amiss. That night, I did lay in bed with her butt sweat-soaked towel over my face, breathing in the perfect aroma as I jerked off three times in quick succession. I figured that was about as far as I'd get anywhere on that trip, except perhaps a slight grope as we said goodbye at the airport. But I hadn't been counting on her asking me to collect her checked luggage while she took care of some paperwork at the airport as soon as we landed. So I walked her over to the office she had to attend, then returned to the baggage carousel to get our bags. They were both sitting there when I arrived, so I made my way back to the terminal where I would be meeting her. And I was early. Noticing a men's bathroom nearby, I decided on the spur of the moment to investigate her packed underwear. Why didn't I think of that before? I took the bags into the handicapped stall and carefully opened hers. Everything was wrapped inside plastic bags, but I was able to relatively easily unfold one of them and lo and behold - two pairs of silk panties, balled up inside one another. Two pairs of obviously-worn silk panties. One lilac, one pale green. Both with very worn gussets and a slightly damp feel to the overall silk. I lifted one pair to my nose and inhaled deeply. Nothing significant in the way of womanly smells - just a light, flowery perfume. I tried the other pair. Same deal. What on earth is wrong here? I was expecting so much more, especially if she'd slept in or worked out in either of these pairs. Quite disappointed, but knowing time was of the essence, I replaced those two pairs of panties exactly where they had been in one of the bags and rummaged around for some more. It was then I discovered the stash of menstrual pads, with the same flowery smell as her panties. Rats! That would explain the complete lack of traces of crotch fluids or aromas. I replaced everything as it had been, calmed myself down and exited the bathroom to meet up with her again. * The following week, we had a joint training class at our corporate headquarters. This was a Red Cross CPR training class. Maybe around 40 people in total. For the "hands on" part, the instructor broke us down into four groups of ten. And within our group of ten, there was one girl/girl pair, three guy/guy pairs - and us. A couple of the exercises were quite enjoyable from my perspective. You find someone lying face-down, unconscious. You attempt to rouse them first, by grasping their shoulder and stimulating them. By the time I'd finished caressing her shoulder, she was moaning for more! Great shoulders. Then I had to raise her right arm above her head, support her neck with one hand and roll her onto her back by grasping her left hip with the other. Wow. Being encouraged to touch her hips and pelvis! Needless to say, my hand may have encroached more into her groin area as I pulled her over. Very nice! Then we had to turn our victims back over into a safe position (recovery) on their side. Opportunity to gently fondle her absolutely gorgeous butt, trying to make it seem incidental, albeit briefly! The finale was the second way to help a conscious adult who is choking. Get behind your partner, put your thigh between her thighs and compress her stomach toward you with your fists. Well, needless to say, it doesn't take much to result in your groin pressing into her butt! A little wiggle and hello mister happy! She felt this, of course, and to my very pleasant surprise, didn't protest in the least! Alas, that was it for that class. Next week found us back at the client site overseas. By now, I had the hotel staff primed for our arrival. Adjacent rooms and the maid service would leave the internal doors between rooms unlocked. My plan was to inspect the underwear she'd worn the previous day. So on the Monday morning, we worked out in the gym and I was nicely surprised to observe the sweat she was building up. We showered, dressed, ate breakfast and went into the office for the day. When we returned in the evening, the doors between rooms were still open and as we went out to dinner, they remained so. During dinner, I made an excuse and hot-tailed it back to my room, then entered hers via the connecting door. As expected, a laundry bag lay on the floor with her previous set of clothes (including underwear) in it! Taking note of the bag's position and orientation, plus that of the clothes inside it, I quickly extracted the light blue pair of panties with the worn crotch and held them to my nose. The subtle aroma of her crotch and butt gave me an instant hard-on. I sniffed them, inhaled them and licked the gusset. Other than direct access to the source, can it get any better than this? Alas, much as I would have been delighted to revel in those panties for a significant amount of time, I reluctantly replaced them in the appropriate position in the bag, and the bag in the appropriate position on the floor and departed the room in the same condition as I had found it. One aspect I hadn't really expected was for my friend to not shut the connecting door fully when we were in our respective rooms. I discovered this quite by chance one day as I closed my bathroom door and heard a click from her side of the connecting door as the air current made it pop open. I ascertained she was in the shower and took a quick glance around for freshly-used underwear, but didn't see any. I figured she probably had it in the bathroom with her. At breakfast that morning, I made an excuse about having to get my medication from my room, made sure somebody else was involving her in a conversation and high-tailed it down to my room as quickly as possible. I entered her room through the connecting door and made straight for her used laundry bag, which she now left on the floor under her suitcase. Sure enough, there was a pair of light peach panties in there, with the same worn crotch as all her other panties seemed to have. I raised them to my face, my heart beating a hundred beats per minute. Nothing of significance, scent-wise or moisture-wise. They may as well have not even been worn. * Next morning in the gym (we had arranged to work out together), I did a little time on a treadmill next to her, then moved over to some of the other equipment, positioning myself to make maximum use of the mirrored walls, if you get my drift. I could see her ponytail swinging back in forth in time to her stride, while her delightfully wobbly butt cheeks would take turns in forming that perfect overhang over the backs of her thighs. And she was totally unable to see me watching her. This went on for 10 or so minutes until she reached the end of her time on the treadmill. Again, during breakfast, I made an excuse to her (had to poop and didn't want to wait until I got into the office) and speedily returned to my room. Again, the connecting door was still open (it really did help that we had nicely gotten into the habit of always exiting via her main door, leaving the connecting doors both wide open). I rushed quickly to her room, noted the precise position of the laundry bag (not that the maid might not move it a little anyway) and looked for the freshest pair of panties in there. They were balled-up, light pink and very near the top. This looked really promising. I raised them to my face and inhaled. Oh yes! I unfurled them and examined the crotch - same tatty and worn crotch as all her other pairs, but there was a definite dampness to this one. And a very light brown smear. I pressed the crotch to my nose and breathed deeper than I can ever recall breathing. Oh yes. Ooooooh yes. An extremely intimate aroma. Just a hint of urine but with a musky overtone. A very musky overtone. I breathed in again and held it for a while. I examined the light brown smear. It looked like the kind of smear that wouldn't last through a laundering - it was so subtle. I sniffed it. YES! Definitely from a butt-hole. From HER butt-hole. Almost overcome with lust at this point, I came in my pants. And I hadn't even touched myself! I put the panties back where they'd come from and repositioned the laundry bag. I left our rooms and headed toward the elevator. Pressing the Down button, I glanced at my watch - I had three more minutes before I was expected down in the lobby. I turned back toward our rooms, re-entering and making straight for her laundry bag again. I extracted the same pair of wonderful- smelling panties, rubbed the crotch over my nose, then proceeded to lick the crotch, first the damp, musky area then the beautiful light brown smear. I contracted a severe case of cottonmouth, but it was so worth it! Replacing her underwear, I was exiting her room when I noticed the side of the bed she had been sleeping in. I sniffed along the area of the fitted sheet where her lower torso would have been. There was that unmistakable musky aroma again! I located the strongest spot I could find and kissed it. I inhaled it. I licked it. She had undoubtedly been masturbating in the night. Oh, the images that conjured up in my tortured mind! Oh how I'd love to have seen her, watched her, experienced her. coming to my senses, I left the bed more or less as I had found it (the maid would soon make it anyway) and went downstairs to meet my friend. That evening, we had arranged for the two of us to go out for a romantic dinner at a nearby French restaurant. We had a good time, managing to consume two bottles of a relatively nice French wine. When we arrived back at the hotel, it was around 11:30pm and we hung out in her room for a while, talking intimate matters, like when and how we each lost our virginities, how many partners we'd had, etc. And a few more things. We didn't cover anal sex this time, although we had sort of in the past. Around 1am, we decided to call it a night and got up (I had been laying on her bed, she was sitting in the easy chair) to hug each other goodnight. I kissed the right side of her neck and we fell into an easy, intimate hug, nuzzling each other behind the right ear. As we straightened up to go our separate ways, I slowly and deliberately pressed my left hand to her right butt cheek, getting a sudden feel for the firmness and amount of wobble present. She started to protest, very mildly, but as the contact was so brief, didn't object too strongly. I passed it off with a comment along the lines of "hey, I didn't squeeze it or pinch it!" and she appeared to accept that. And that's where we're at, as of last week. A new week. After a week at our respective homes, we returned to our international city. We arrived late on Sunday night, after the lounge was closed. I offered to go next door to the convenience store and bring back some beer. Offer eagerly accepted! So we sat in her room (laid on separate beds, actually) drinking beer and talking until small hours. Monday was uneventful and on Tuesday morning, we worked out together. She really worked out - I had never seen her so red. We returned to our rooms and individually got ready for breakfast. She left the connecting door ajar during shower time, etc. - but I was so busy with my own shower, I missed any possible window for voyeurism or panty-sniffing. So I had to fall back on the old "I have something stuck in my teeth" line at breakfast and return to my room on the pretense of having to floss. I made sure she would stay at breakfast, talking to somebody, then made my excuses and went downstairs. I entered through my door, quickly went into hers through the connecting door, propped it open fully in the hope the housekeeping would see that and get used to it (different floor this week, so different maid service) and headed for the laundry bag next to her suitcase. This time, I hit pay dirt. Tucked just beneath the sweaty jogging bra was a pair of light peach panties. They felt heavy as I pulled them from the bag and unfolded them. I thought my heart was going to explode with anticipation. I very carefully opened them up and oriented them so I could push my face to the inside of the gusset. I breathed deeply. And deeply again. Oh, this moist crotch was so good! The aroma was undoubtedly musky, pussy mixed with sweat. Or sweat mixed with pussy. Either way, I sniffed with abandon. Simply wonderful. But the best was yet to come. I started to lick the crotch and on the very first lick, realized there was something more substantial on the intimate material. There was a very viscous, almost transparent gob of vaginal secretion in the panties! Maybe the size of a quarter, very flattened. I slurped it right onto my tongue and then spent the next 15 minutes savoring it in my mouth, moving it around my cheeks, etc. But I wasn't spending those 15 minutes in her room _ I replaced the panties in the laundry bag and quickly left the room, exited via my room an went downstairs to catch a taxi into the office. In the cab, I sat behind my friend and smiled broadly the whole time - if only she knew what I had in my mouth.... Tuesday morning was pretty much the highlight of that week. We worked out on Wednesday evening and after that, we cooled down in her room. This time, she did her cool down stretches in front of me. I could see a touch of light blue underwear, but nothing more significant. On the Wednesday evening, as we were about to leave the office, she offered me back the towel she had been sitting on all week! I was almost too startled to say thank you! I very carefully folded it and put in my briefcase for later enjoyment. I was moist and had a very subtle aroma of butt sweat. Yum! Sure enough, at bedtime I draped it over my face and jerked off to the lovely, intimate aroma. * So another week began, with the two of us back in the remote city. On the Monday evening, we were both in the executive lounge later in the evening, when I quietly wandered off and went down to our rooms, letting myself in via my room as usual. I did the usual scan of her laundry bag and discovered two pairs of panties - one light blue and one light peach. Nothing significant regarding either pair, though. Tuesday morning, I excused myself during breakfast to try and poop and again headed downstairs. Usual entry pattern, checked her laundry bag and found nothing of significance. Bummer :( Tuesday evening, we both worked out and then changed afterwards before heading upstairs to the executive lounge for dinner and some work. While she was sitting there, I headed downstairs to check out her laundry again, knowing she changed her panties after working out. I hit pay dirt this time! Dark purple panties, in a ball at the top of her bag. I carefully opened them up and inspected the crotch. A slightly crusty, white mark. A delicious smell. I sniffed, I scraped, I licked. I nibbled at it a little, trying to extract the most possible from her crotch. I licked the crotch so thoroughly - the whole gusset was moist by the time I had finished my two minute experience. I concluded by stuffing the whole crotch into my mouth and sucking on it. I just hope she doesn't try wearing that pair again tomorrow! Unlikely though, as they were in her laundry bag. I reluctantly replaced them, left her room and headed back upstairs to rejoin her. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 70