More great FSK Fan Tales – this one from Joe, who writes about Tiffy discovering her *norty* side when she is given a new outfit! xxx fsk

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She pulled the collar tightly around the front of her neck as she walked briskly to her car. It was bitter cold that day with gusts of wind burning against her face. She tried to turn from the icy blasts, but could not block the stinging numbness on her cheeks. She opened her car door and quickly got in. Tiffany sat there motionless for several minutes just waiting for circulation to return to her face and warm her to some semblance of life once again. The car started and as she adjusted the blower it occurred to her that she had been lost in thought again, running on automatic as she reviewed in her mind the anticipated outcomes she would experience this evening. For Friday had finally arrived, she was leaving work to get ready for her first ‘date’ with Joe, the man she had only met the previous week in the bookstore. A perfect stranger who knew her more intimately then even her closest friends. This encounter was decidedly out of character for Tiffany, who was normally cautious and deliberate about her acquaintances — and even more particular about her intimates. She tried to focus on her feelings, but they were ethereal at the moment, and drifted off. She pulled out of the parking lot and mixed into the stream of cars heading down the road. In a few minutes she would be home, and could relax and plan for her evening with him.

She walked in her house, and set her bag on the floor near the door. She was feeling a little tired and wanted to literally drop everything for now, and just relax. Tiffany went into her bedroom and flung herself on the bed, letting the day’s tension ebb from her body. She felt nice as she sunk in the bed. After a few minutes, she thought she could get a glass of wine, and take a hot slow bath. mmmmm that would really put her in the proper mood for the nite.

They had decided to make their first ‘date’ very simple – a few glasses of wine in her home, and light conversation to get to know each other. After their intimate encounter at the bookstore, it made sense to take things slowly and just get to know each other in a more casual setting. There would be no dinner to fret over preparing, no embarrassing encounters in a public setting with friends that were ‘curious’ about how they met! The encounter was definitely out of character for Tiffany – but an exciting change she was beginning to welcome. She decided to just let the evening flow, and not predict or direct the outcome.

She poured from an already open bottle of wine – she would keep the corked ones for later when he arrived. It was a sparkling rose zinfandel that matched her mood. Light and fresh. She slipped off her blouse and dropped her skirt to the floor. Stepping out of them, she glanced at the mirror. Her pert breasts were firmly cupped by the soft bra. The lacy fringe coyly exposed a wink of nipple. She allowed her fingers to stray over her firm mounds, and enjoyed the tingling it started within her. Urged on by her teasing, the tips of her nipples stiffened quickly. She began massaging them firmly, then as her excitement grew stronger, she fondled herself through her bra and panty watching herself become aroused.

A slick puddle of lube formed in her panty, and she pushed the gusset in and out of her puss with her finger. She traced her swollen lips with her finger, She paused for a moment, then dropped her bra to the floor. She was pleased with the feelings she had brought on. She watched herself in the mirror, stroking herself and became hotter, wetter, and felt the lust growing inside her, welling up. She was aware of her scent, her body warming now was sending off chemical messages to her nostrils urging her to continue. Her fingering became more urgent, and the odors released by her panty mixed with new ones she brought on by her fervent massage, her playful fingering of her sex. She was fingering deeper now, her fingers sliding easily past the slick lips and into her sopping puss. She rocked her hips against her thrusting fingers and let her thumb connect to her swollen clit. She dropped to the floor, kneeling, facing the mirror, watching her face morph into a long moaning portrait that looked as much as some one in deep extasy as one experiencing death. Facettes del la petite mort (beautifulagony.com). Her orgasm over took her quickly. She rocked against her fingers then held them tightly against her pulsing hole, squeezing her thighs tight against her hand, and loosing herself in the waves of release. She fell to the floor and lay there for a few minutes, relaxing and musing how powerful that had been. Then she stood, peeled off her sopping panty, and dropped it to the floor.

She sipped more wine, and entered the hot bath. The heat from the water soothed her and, assisted by the wine, she fell into a deep relaxing state that she relished and hoped she could just lay there forever. She let the feeling stay with her for a while, almost drifting in and out of a light sleep

Tiffany stepped out of the tub, and dried off slowly. The bath had mellowed her, and the orgasm she gave herself left her sated, but somehow eager for more. She decided to dress in a pink g-string with a matching lace demi bra. She slid on her cream colored seamless silk trousers and pulled her silk ruche blouse on. Simple, but sexy. And she looked fantastic. Dressed to kill she thought with a smirk. As she finished her glass of wine, the doorbell rang. For some reason the phrase ‘Showtime’ flashed through her mind as she answered the door.

She opened the door and their eyes met. They both smiled, then broke into a ‘hello’. He leaned forward and she allowed him to brush her cheeks with his lips and a brief hug warmed her nicely. Then she led him to the counter, asking him if he would like a glass of wine. “mmmmmm yes, great”, he said in a low voice as he followed her. His eyes were of course riveted to her rear as she walked to the kitchen. He was already becoming quickly aroused by her curves. He hoped conversation would be light as he was finding it difficult to think of anything else but her sweet rear gently rolling from side to side teased by the sexy silk trousers. It appeared as though a ‘cafe au lait’ had been poured over her bottom, and she was wearing the warm liquid, modeling it for him. He could think of nothing else but her bottom. He came up behind her as she poured the wine, and slid his arms around her waist. She welcomed his firm squeeze with a purr. He closed in with his hips arched forward and his bulge meeting the cleft in her trousers. As the silk pushed inward and rubbed firmly on her bottom, she felt a tingle. She was immediately drawn in her imagination to their first meeting in the bookstore, and she breathed deeper on that memory. His hands started to slide downward to the waistband. Her hands met his, and for a moment they stood there with hem pressed against her and her hands grasping his against her lower belly. She used his hands to massage herself and for a moment lost herself in the pleasure. Then she gently pulled his hands away, and slowly turned to face him, breaking contact with him. She looked at him and affirmed, “mmmm that feels nice” and gently pushed him away, teasing him. She did not want a ‘quickie’. Not tonight. She had the entire night uninterrupted with him, and did not want to escalate herself into frenzy that quickly. He smiled at her, welcoming the tease. The fires within them were starting to arouse them both.

He finishes his wine with her, and as she begins to pour another glass, he excuses himself to the bathroom. The guest bathroom was down the hall, but she pointed him to her bathroom off her bedroom. It was closer, and could be more interesting for him. As she stood at the counter musing about the night’s activities so far, he walked through her bedroom as if in a dream. He spotted the clump of clothing on the floor in front of her dressing mirror. His heart quickened at the thought of touching her clothes, left carelessly on the floor. Clothing she had worn that day, before meeting him. He picked up the blouse and immediately smelled her. Not perfume. Just her. He brought her blouse to his face and brushed the soft fabric across his cheek, breathing slowly to capture all of her scent, the natural odor of her. He closed his eyes and just stood there softly breathing in the smell of her. He was becoming aroused, and wanted something stronger, more potent smelling of her. More intimate. His eyes opened and fell on the crumpled skirt. There within the waistband lay a pastel print panty. He shook as he bent to pick it up. A cute carebear design on a low rise cotton bikini. Very girly. And sopping wet. The scent was very powerful. She had played with herself just before he got there! He would tease himself by gently sniffing the ‘perimeter’ – the front near the waistband, caressing his face with the front panel. mmmmmm he detected the same smell as from her blouse, but a stronger odor drew his face downward toward the drenched gusset and the thick glop of cum, still hot from her body wracking orgasm…

… She was enjoying the wine when she noticed the package setting on the counter. She had not noticed that he had brought her a present. She smiled and reached for it, thinking what a nice surprise and how he seemed to anticipate her desires. She loved presents and surprises. It was wrapped in silver paper, and a white silk ribbon and bow were neatly finished on it. She opened the gift, and a wide smile grew across her face. It was a beautiful pink corset, with black thigh high stockings. She loved to dress in lingerie and imagine she was a celebrity, or a princess. With this she began to imagine she was a queen, getting dressed for an evening with her royal subjects. Then she decided impulsively to dress in it on the spot. When he returned from the bathroom, she would be standing there, as though in her queen’s boudoir, telling her royal “manmaid” to ready her for the evening. She slid out of her clothes and playfully dressed in the corset and stockings, leaving her pink g-string on. It matched perfectly! She began to stroke and massage herself while waiting for him. She was becoming aroused again, and the wetness came quickly as she was beginning to finger her panty. Time seemed to stand still. She had a vague notion of his returning soon, but strangely felt as though his absence was becoming suspiciously longer than could be explained by a brief trip to the bathroom to relieve himself. As her curiosity grew, she decided to check and see if he was “all right”. She saw him standing there seemingly motionless. As she began to speak, her breath was caught short. She saw him fully now, though his back was to her, she could see his face reflected in the mirror, and watched him speechlessly as he was fondling her used carebare panty!!!!!!

He moved his face slowly over the thin, soft cotton, sniffing softly, taking in the changing odors as they moved closer to where her kitty had been stroked. He could distinguish the various odors as though they were a map of her intimate treasures. Her basic fragrance permeated the front of the panty. A spot or two of salty sweet, but pungent tasting yellow stains belied where she had sprinkled her pee. Trails of slick slippery juices ran along the panty bottom, with thick gobs of creamy discharge scented softly with her sexual scent. His tongue slid over the wet puddles and his lips closed over a gob of cream. He sucked it in slowly, then driven by the rapidly growing lust within him, he pushed the whole gusset in his mouth, and sucked hard. This strong sucking extracted a huge slick wet gob of her juicy discharge, and caught in the back of his throat. He imagined she slipped her panty down in the back, and sat squarely on his face! He lost himself in this fantasy, and he stroked himself faster.

He was lost as his lust took over and he felt a warm rush of liquids fill his balls. He was stroking his slick shaft firmly now. His eyes dropped down to look at the panty. He was facing the rear.. A large brown spot jumped out of the pale pastel background. oooo how nasty! While feverishly sucking on the cream, he pushed the anal track to his nose and breathed deeply. An unusually sweet smell filled his lungs, followed by a pungent brackish odor. The classic signature smell of a sweet girly bum, excited by norty thoughts and ideas of lusty play. He felt a welling up of the hot fluids as his groin muscles tightened hard. He let out a soft moan as his ejaculation shot the hot cum spurting out of his boiling balls and all over her panty. He was slowly recovering from the brief blackout experienced during his orgasm when he heard her voice…

“OOOOO wot ‘ave we ‘ear!! A norty norty boy a sniffin the queen’s knickers!”, she trilled in a mock Cockney accent, not truly becoming of a stodgy old queen, but a common back alley tart looking for a bit of ‘primping and prancing’ with her mate. She caught his eye and he froze dead still. Her eyes were twinkling with a mixture of lust and fun as she moved toward him. She was feeling very playful, and her puss started to drip in response.

Heheheheheh she uttered a wicked evil laugh as she came up beside him. “Well it looks as if you have found my dirty filthy panty laddie. I have another filthy one you can suck clean. And I happen to be wearing it now! She pushed him down and squatted over his face. She was burning with lust, and groped her soft tits pinching her nipples hard as she forced him to suck on her wet thong.

He gasped for air as she drove her dripping thong over his lips, smearing her goo and discharge on his mustache. He sputtered as he tried to breathe, but she was not letting up. She was so hot, rocking her hips and pushing her cunt onto his mouth, her asshole covering his nose and pushing so hard his face turned purple. Her clit was so swollen it stood straight against her panty like a little cock. She gripped it with her fingers and jerked herself off onto his face. She let him breath for a moment, then drove her sweaty bum hard over his nose again. He tried to breathe but she covered his airways completely. His struggle only made her hotter, wetter, and aching for another release. His cock stiffened – a strange byproduct coming from lack of oxygen causing a spontaneous erection. it was so hard it looked as if it would burst, angry purple head and grossly exaggerated veins sticking out along the shaft. He was on fire, his lungs aching for air, his cock burning as though it were in an inferno. Her moans were now cries of extasy as she neared another orgasm She lifted slightly to allow him a quick breath, then slammed her sopping hole over his mouth again, rocking and bucking against his sucking mouth and snorthing nostril. His mustache was massaging her lips, and she felt a wave rip through her body down to her sex. She convulsed in a rapid contraction as her clit contacted his hard sucking mouth, slurping and sputtering against her sensitive nub, she orgasmed her sweet juices and flooded his mouth. Her asshole was pulsing on his nose, and his tongue shot upward licking and poking in her bung as she came. An oily drizzle of anal juices ran out of her smelly bum, and she bucked wildly as he licked up the ass slobber.

She slid off his mouth and pivoted around over his throbbing sore cock. She connected her sopping thong gusset with his swollen head, now glistening with slick sticky cum and lube. She rocked her hips back and forth, sliding herself on top of his rock hard cock. Her dripping fluids quickly mixed with his slick juices and drove her back to a frenzy state of lust. There was no relaxing, no recovery, no resting. She pushed herself past the point she had reached earlier in her climax, and rode him hard and fast. Rocking and sliding her thong covered labia over his throbbing cock shaft literally masturbating him with the drenched strap between her thighs. On the rearward slide, her ass knocked into his balls causing a tremor to wrack his body.

His cock snapped upward and she felt it slap her clit causing her to buck forward and slide over his cock on the forward stroke. The pressure in his balls started to give as her own waves started to rip through her groin starting another orgasm for the two of them. She pushed downward trying to grip his throbbing cock between her thighs, he bucked upward and the head slid past her g-string and met her slick hole. She gripped his cockhead with her contracting puss as he thrust up past the opening and deep into her. They released with each other pushing and squeezing tighter and tighter, until the waves subsided, and she collapsed on top of him. He gripped her with his arms, and hugged her tightly.

They lay like that for what seemed like forever. Then she got up and adjusted her thong. He was in love with that view of her ‘lil bum just barely covered. peaceful. She thanked him for the thoughtful gift. “Oh and by the way, you can get the next gift at my store ‘Tiffany’s Fetish Fantasies’ – I open it next week!” He smiled and nodded. This night was nothing compared to what was to cum! heheheh She smiled back at him, and felt just a ‘wee bit norty’ dreamily thinking about what they would do next!