Whilst in my early twenties, early 1980s I worked on holiday camps, as many did during the recession. Before this time my sex life had been very ordinarily apart from I was never shy to take a shag whenever it was offered. I always loved an opportunity to fuck improvised ie outside a club or on on a car park with women as many do, pissed or by mutual consent. No names or contact details passed, just a quick shuffle; wam bam thank you mam sort of shit. I was never fussy unlike many of my friends and would gladly take any casual sex on offer. As they say never kick a gift horse in the mouth. Much of these sexual encounters were absolutely forgettable; not just for me but im sure for the women (girls my age) at this time. Plodding along taking opportunities when offered, I’m sure many reading this know the score. Whilst working the camps it wasn’t any different, except it was probably easier to get and somewhat expected as a perk of the job. Lots of young unemployed youngsters looking for a kick. I’m sure you get the picture. After my first season in Dorset many who worked the camps from wherever they lived stayed in Dorset (Weymouth) and took the opportunity to live by the seaside and sign on for dole (as it was known) instead of returning to the Midlands, Welsh valley’s or other cities and towns with, at the time little attraction or work. I did the same and to make life cheaper many of us shared flats or houses paid for by income support as you could. I shared a two bedroom flat with a couple from the Rhonda Valley; Martin and Deb were a couple who came to Dorset together, worked the camp and stayed together as partners. Deb was lovely and many guys on the camp tried to get in her knickers but failed (all part of the crack), however, I was moving in with them with my at the time girlfriend, but shit happens we fell out and she moved back to Newcastle. No problem I could afford my share of the rent via the dole so the flat share still happened.
Martin was a nice guy from Cardiff and we all got lovely. We would go out as a three, they went out as a Couple and I had friends to meet up with on my own. All very nice, affordable and no incentive to fuck the arrangement up by way. It was a two bedroom shared kitchen, living room, bathroom set up. Now and again I could hear Deb and Martin fucking but I never really got turned on by it and never mentioned it as I didn’t want to rock the boat and spoil the arrangement. However, the bathroom had a linen basket and both Martin and Deb used to put in their clothes for wash. This was the crux, I’m standing having a piss one morning and a pair of Debbie’s panties are on top of the basket. I couldn’t resist the temptation to take them out and sniff the gusset. Fuck me this was the start of my fascination with Deb and I wanked in the sink whilst the aroma of her gash filled my nostrils. I became obsessed with the aroma and the sweet smell of her gash made me cum time and time again. Sometimes I knew there were spunk stains in her gusset after Martin had gushed her unprotected pussy. This was to me better than any casual sex and digging in the wash basket became an obsession. I actually had no guilt, I wasn’t sniffing around Deb but just wanking with her panties, very often on my head with the gusset as close to my nose as possible. After a few weeks of this I decided it was a good idea to spunk in her panties and hid my act by burying them deep in the pile to hide my deceitful act from both Martin and Deb. I became so aroused I would take a pair to bed with me and return them in the morning after a good wank session.
A few weeks into this I returned a pair I had wiped my belly with after wanking to the basket but the washing had been taken out for the laundrette by Deb, I put them at the bottom and threw a towel on them to hide my act. Fuck me when I went to bathroom later they were on top of the towel and I dreaded that my crime had been discovered by either Deb or Martin as they were soaked by my jizz. I soon realised that it must have been Deb as she was very different in her behaviour towards me and I’m sure she had sussed me out. A couple of days later I returned home after a few drinks with my friends and woe and behold a pair of Debs panties had been placed on the pillow of my bed. I nearly shit myself and decided to put them straight in the wash basket to cover myself. I thought Martin had done this in an attempt suss me out. I was mistaken as it was Deb and she let me know by asking me if I liked her surprise present she left me. It’s one of those moments; yes it could have been the end of our arrangement and I’m looking for a new place to live, probably after a smack or two, or no which would have been the same as they were on my pillow and by no means put there by accident. I decided honestly and told her they were lovely and very much appreciated. I blushed she blushed and she came straight out and asked me if I liked her panties; I didn’t lie and told her I loved them. Then out of the blue she asked me if I wanted her; I was honest and told her I loved our arrangement and would not want to jeopardise it by shagging her behind Martins back. She asked me if I wanted to sniff her pussy for real? That’s an offer I couldn’t refuse, despite there being a risk it was a trick to suss me and fuck me off, I said I would love it. My answer paid off and Deb told me to lie on the bed and she took off her panties and hovering above my face let me smell her gash and lick her clit. We lived together for another month, I never fucked her once ; but when ever the opportunity arose she would sit on my face whilst I wanked and occasionally let me spunk on her belly, tits or face. It was the best sex I have had and my obsession with smelling gash has never wavered. Martin never knew about anything we were doing, as far as I know they are still together. I can with my imagination still smell Debs beatification aroma now. A guilty secret and a lovely time. Thanks Deb I will always be grateful .
