Forbidden Confession

Jim managed to tear his gaze away from the lacy prize to look up at her, still unsure if this was legit or some kind of test.

She smiled down at him assuringly. "It's okay. I've given you my consent. Take them. Enjoy."

Jim's hand shook as he took them from her. He still couldn't quite believe what was happening. He kept expecting to wake up in his bed, drenched in sweat with a raging hard on.

It was only when he brought them to his nose did the reality of the situation finally kick in. He was in his beautiful therapist's office, sniffing her panties right in front of her while she stood there and watched.

Oh, her scent. Her fresh, wonderfully musky, feminine scent. It rushed through his olfactory system like a drug, quickening his pulse, his blood running hot, priming his pump to the point his cock felt like it would burst from his pants.

If only he could free it from its confines, stroke it right in front of her while he breathed in her essence. If only he could... ask?

"Doctor Klemenski?"

"Just Judy is fine, Jim."

"Judy. Can I...? I'm so..." His free hand moved to the bulge in his jeans, but he stopped himself short of touching it. Steadying his nerves, he found the willpower to speak his desire. "I'm so turned on, so aroused by you, by your scent. I want to show you, want to touch myself, want to masturbate for you. Please?"

Judy's smile widened. "You're a fast learner, Jim. See, asking for consent first isn't all that hard now, is it?"

Turning, she returned to her chair, offering a tantalizing tease of crossing her legs as she settled in. "Go ahead, then. Take it out."

Jim couldn't unzip his pants fast enough. He groaned in relief as he wiggled out of his briefs, freeing his raging erection. It twitched wildly, as if eager to get on with it.

Jim took his cock in hand even as he again inhaled deeply from the odoriferous object of his obsession. Closing his eyes, he savored her scent, letting the pheromones work their magic.

He'd been a late bloomer, not even losing his virginity until he'd gone off to college. He still masturbated regularly to the memory of fingering his first girlfriend, and discovering the scent of her arousal. Even then he'd been afraid to express his desire for it, waiting until she'd left to use the restroom to smell and lick her taste from his fingers.

Hers were the first panties he'd ever sniffed. They had just finished having sex, and in her haste to get to her next class on time, she'd left them behind. She'd been wearing them as they'd fooled around, kissing and touching and fondling, finally letting him peel the now soaked garment off so he could go down on her first.

He discovered them on the floor after she'd left. Jim had wound up being late for his own class because he simply couldn't keep himself from masturbating furiously with them.

He'd kept the panties stashed in his dresser, and she had never asked about them. She wound up dumping him only a few days later, claiming they had "no chemistry."

Here, now, though, there was definitely some chemistry happening. The scent of Judy's pussy was a powerful aphrodisiac. Jim couldn't recall the last time he'd felt this aroused. This... hard. Every nerve in his cock tingled, his body shuddering uncontrollably as his hand slid along the warm, sensitive flesh.

The sound of the doctor clearing her throat reminded him he wasn't alone. He opened his eyes to find her still sitting there, legs crossed, eyes gazing at him over the rim of her glasses, lips twisted upwards in a curious smile. "Enjoying yourself, Jim?"

Jim couldn't help but laugh. "Oh yes. Isn't it obvious?"

"You've fantasized about something like this, haven't you? Exposing yourself to someone, masturbating for her while you inhaled her scent? Having her watch you?"

"Yes," Jim admitted. "You seem to know all my fantasies."

"Again, it's not all that difficult," said Judy. "These fantasies are very common among men; you're certainly not my first patient to have those kinds of thoughts."

"Am I the first one you let act it out?" Jim asked curiously.

Judy chuckled softly. "Now Jim, you know I can't answer that. Doctor-patient confidentiality, of course."

"Of course." Jim continued stroking, not quite believing how comfortable he was feeling, being exposed like this in front of a woman he'd just met.

"What I can tell you is that I do enjoy watching." The doctor shifted in her seat as she spoke, her skirt riding up just enough to show a little more thigh. "It's very flattering to know you enjoy my scent, to see the effect it's having on you, that look of pure pleasure on your face. It's a very erotic experience."

"Does it... turn you on?" Jim asked. "Are you getting... wet?"

"Yes." Her eyes twinkled and she cocked her head slightly, already anticipating his next question.

Emboldened, Jim asked it. "Can I see?"

Judy stroked her chin dramatically as if in deep contemplation, then stood and moved directly in front of him. Jim's eyes were glued to her as she slowly, tantalisingly, lifted her skirt.

The sight she revealed to him was incredible. A soft, neatly trimmed patch of dark hair framed her perfectly shaped vulva, her plump inner labia peaking out from the outer folds like tiny pink rose petals glistening with morning dew. Her clitoris jutted prominently from beneath its protective hood, confirming her aroused state.

Her scent was intoxicating. He leaned forward, wanting to get closer, but a hand on his head stopped him. "No touching, Jim."

Jim looked up into her beautiful eyes. "I won't touch you, I promise. I just want to... breathe you in."

She nodded and removed her hand, allowing him to move close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating from her engorged sex. Jim inhaled from her, his eyes rolling back in pure bliss. Heaven. This is what heaven smelled like. At least, his version of heaven anyway.

A tingle deep within brought Jim back down to Earth, a tingle that quickly spread and grew and rose up from the depths, waves of pleasure building in intensity towards their inevitable climax. Jim was just about to give in and release when panic suddenly struck him: He had nothing ready to cum in!

Again, Judy seemed to read his mind. "Use my panties, it's okay. Let go, and cum for me."

Jim could barely contain his cries as he exploded at her command, managing to wrap the tip of his cock in the soft fabric of her panties just in time to catch the first spurt. His body wracked in spasms as he continued to stroke himself, her scent still strong in his nose, until at last he fell back in his chair, spent and satisfied and panting for breath. "Oh my... fucking... God! That was... Holy fuck...!"

His hand lingered over his still mostly erect cock, squeezing out the last few drops, using the panties to mop up the considerable mess. Jim looked up at her, blushing. "Sorry, didn't mean to ruin your panties."

Judy shrugged. "No need to apologize. I told you to cum in them, didn't I?"

With that she dropped her skirt and returned to her chair. Jim sat for a moment, unsure of what to do or say next, before deciding he should probably tuck his now deflated member away and zip up.

"Doctor Klemenski... Judy," Jim stammered, trying to find the right words. "That was... amazing. Incredible. I've never... that was the hottest thing to ever happen to me."

"Really?" Judy's eyebrows arched in surprise. "Was it better than when you sniffed that young woman's panties?"

"Oh, fuck yes!" Jim exclaimed. "Way, WAY better!"

"How so?"

Now it was Jim who looked surprised. "Because... because you... let me... smell... and see... and you saw me and... oh, fuck, I dunno, it's hard to explain, to find the words. It was just... hot! So fucking hot!"

Judy smiled. "Well, I'm glad. But think about what you just said: 'You LET me.' It felt better because you weren't just selfishly gratifying yourself while taking something that didn't belong to you, but actively sharing in the experience with a willing participant. See how consent can make a huge difference?"

Jim nodded. "I get it. You're right. I always felt guilty whenever I... did what I did. Especially after. I felt like a scumbag. I knew deep down it was wrong, but I justified it by convincing myself I wasn't hurting anyone. That it was a victimless crime."

Doctor Klemenski nodded. "There are no victimless crimes. Even if the women whose panties you sniffed never found out about it, you were still victimizing them, objectifying them. And hurting yourself as well in the process. Your obsession brought you to a point where it had a negative impact on your life as well as those close to you."
Jim hung his head. "I know. God, it's so embarrassing. I don't even know how to face my parents anymore. Let alone how I'm going to handle going back to school and facing... everyone."

Judy offered him a sympathetic smile. "I know this will be hard for you. But it's something we can discuss and work on in our future sessions, okay? I will help you get through this."

"Thank you," Jim said gratefully. "And thank you again for, well..." He held up the soiled panties with an abashed grin.

"You're very welcome, Jim." Doctor Klemenski picked up the folder, leafed through it, jotted a few notes, then addressed him again. "So, between now and our next session, we're going to work on self control. Your 'homework' will be to refrain from masturbation for the entire week."

Jim opened his mouth but she held up her hand, stopping him. "Before you object, just listen: If you manage to follow my instructions and keep from touching yourself for the entire week, we can explore your sexual fantasies and fetishes further, if you get my meaning. But only if you're a Good Boy and comply. And don't think you can cheat, because I'll know if you lie to me, Jim. And if you lie to me..." Judy parted her legs, offering Jim a last brief glimpse of the treasure beneath her skirt. "...you will never see or smell this again. Do we understand each other?"

Jim stared at her for a long moment before finally answering, "Yes, I understand."

"Good." Doctor Klemenski again consulted her notes. "Same time next week work for you?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Great. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have another appointment to prepare for."

"Of course." Jim stood and moved to the door.

"Oh, Jim?" Her voice stopped him.

"Yes?" He turned back to her.

She looked amused. "You still have my panties."

Jim looked down, surprised to see them still in his hand. "Oh, geez, um..."

Judy laughed. "It's okay. Hang on to them. Consider it an added challenge to your assignment."

Jim nodded, wondering just how much willpower he truly had. He supposed he would find out soon enough.

Again he turned to leave, and again she called out to him a final time.

"Oh! And I do want them back. But make sure you wash them first, okay?"

END

AUTHORS AFTERWARDS

No real notes on this one other than to thank Emily Miller as always for proofreading and helping to spot any errors. And for reminding me that sometimes it's okay to just write a short, simple stroker about a particular kink you enjoy.