God, I stank like a hog.

I had just gotten home from the gym. Minutes upon minutes of cardio. I really pushed myself. My knees ached. I was sweating like mad. And to add insult to injury, the showers were all occupied and I was too tired to wait.

The stairstepper was a mistake.

As I entered, my partner was playing a video game on the couch, seemingly too engrossed to notice me.

“Hey,” I told them. “I’m taking a shower.”

They didn’t respond, which I took as silent permission. But just as I moved to open the bathroom door -

“Wait. No.”

They stood up.

“What do you mean, ‘no?’” I groaned. “I just got back from the gym. I’m sweating up a flood. My hair’s a mess. I call dibs.”

“I’m not calling dibs.”

“I don’t follow-”

They closed in and started caressing me.

“What’s this all of a sudden?” I questioned. Were they okay?

They took a whiff of my neck, loud enough that they wanted me to notice.

“Oh. You freak,” I giggled affectionately. “I didn’t know you liked when I smell like this.”

“Mmm,” they wordlessly affirmed.

An idea suddenly took shape. I moved backwards, into the bathroom.

“No!” they yelped.

“You want it?” I teased. “There’s only one way to get it.”

They sheepishly followed me in. Our dynamic was strong enough that they could probably sense where this was going.

I pointed down at the ground, and they knelt obediently.

I removed my sports bra, and before they could catch a good enough look at my breasts, I dropped it over their eyes, just above – but not covering – their nose.

They sighed and moaned. They were in ecstasy.

I moved closer. Their breath quickened.

“Breathe,” I commanded gently. “Breathe slow. Breathe deep.”

I moved my body against their face; not touching, but just close enough that they could sense it. Smell it. Breathe me in. The rhythm of their breath slowed, but was still a little fast.

I stepped back and removed my yoga pants and underwear as quietly as possible.

“Sloooooow,” I said, my voice softer. “Savor the air.”

As they obeyed, I moved closer and stood over them. I put my hand on their head and slowly rolled it around.

“Relax,” I said. “Calm. Compliant. Ready to please. My scent pulling you deeper.”

I moved my hips closer.

“Deeper.”

Their lips nearly kissing my sex.

“Deeper…”

I pressed against them.

“Wait…”

They waited, resisting any urge to pleasure me.

“Waaaaait…”

They were softly moaning. I did my best to hide my doing the same.

“Now.”

~

We were now both in the shower; them quiet and still, and me doing the work of finally cleaning us both.

I had pleased them in turn earlier in our soak, so they were currently in a calm post-trance afterglow.

After I was done, we exited towards the bedroom and performed our usual aftercare rituals; mostly cuddling and petting.

“That was really good…” they muttered.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I responded, “but savor it. I prefer smelling clean.”

They pouted quietly.

“Hey, I’m not saying never,” I said. “I’ll keep it in mind during my gym visits.”

But…

God, I really did stink.