The Scent

The kitchen door opened and 5 year old Miles burst through. There were dinosaurs to be played with. Kendra followed him and dropped her purse on the table. Not noticing her slightly disheveled hair, Kendra's husband gave her a peck on the lips.

"You smell like baby oil."

"I do?"  Kendra's mind flashed through the events of the last hour.

She remembered how she stopped at day care to pick up Miles.

She remembered that it wasn't Joanne who met her at the door, but rather Joanne's daughter Meg, who was home from college for spring break. She noticed right away that Meg held a small stack of diapers in her left hand. Clearly she was helping out her mother in the day care.

She remembered making small talk with Meg, not bringing up how Joanne had confided in her when Meg came out of the closet last year.

She also noticed how Meg, casually dropped the word MILF when describing Kendra. Not once, but twice.

It wasn't lost on Kendra that Meg was in full lesbian array, with her pixie-ish boy hair cut and plaid button down shirt and jean shorts. Kind of obvious, Kendra thought.

Though her eyes were a piercing blue.

And when Meg playfully touched her hand, there was a definite spark of electricity.

She then remembered noticing Meg's button down shirt was unbuttoned one button too low, revealing a peek of a white lacy bra with a pastel pink bow between the cups. Perhaps this little butch wasn't so butch underneath it all.

She remembered Meg catching her staring, and giving her a devilish grin that she felt all the way to her panties.

"You may want to fix that." Kendra had said, playfully pointing to the young lady's exposed underthings. "You'll give all the 6 year olds ideas."

She remembered Meg looking behind her to make sure nobody saw the two of them, still standing in the doorway, before unbuttoning the next two buttons, exposing more of the lace bra. "Better?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe? Maybe better"

She remembered not knowing what exactly to say, or even what to think. Was this 20-year old college girl hitting on her?

She also remembered Meg breaking the silence by whispering, "You show me yours and I'll show you the rest of mine."

When she didn't say anything, the smile on her face must have given Meg ideas, since the younger girl took her hand (there was that electricity again) and led her upstairs to what was her bedroom when she lived at home. There were suitcases and other messes of disarray that come with young girls home from college.

"Well?" She remembered Meg asking.

She could not remember why she did what she did next, but without saying a word, Kendra unzipped her own jeans and pushed them to her knees, revealing simple black cotton Hanes Her Way panties. She felt a little embarrassed to be wearing cotton panties from a three pack she purchased at Target. But if Meg was judging her panty choice, she didn't show it.

"Can I see?" Meg had asked, inching closer.

Kendra remembered not knowing what to say, so she merely nodded.

She would never forget Meg sliding her nimble fingers between Kendra's legs, rubbing the crotch of her panties, which was getting noticeably wetter.

"Uh oh." Meg whispered in her ear, her hot breath on Kendra's neck, driving her crazy. "Somebody is wet."

Kendra remembered merely nodding, completely under this girl's spell, not wanting this to happen, but on the other hand, really  wanting this to happen.

The next thing she remembered were Meg's lips on hers. Soft, very soft. Then their tongues mingling and merging. She remembered not wanting that kiss to end.

She remembered Meg pulling away and whispering, "You know what happens to little girls who wet their panties." She led Kendra to the bed and lay her down on it. "They get put into diapers."

She remembered closing her eyes and feeling Meg lowering her panties to where her jeans were bunched at her knees. She heard Meg whisper, "but before we put the baby in her diapers, we need to make sure she's clean."

She remembered hearing the bottle of baby oil snap open, then Meg's warm hands on her thighs, rubbing the oil in. Then all over her pelvic area, and up to her stomach. She remembered the scent.

She also remembered the feeling as Meg slipped a finger into her soaked pussy. Did she gasp? She couldn't remember. But she could remember how it felt. And she didn't want the younger girl to stop.

She remembered how Meg slid  a second finger in next, her hands slick with the baby oil.

Then came the part she would never forget. Meg took one of the infant diapers she brought to the bedroom, folded one lengthwise and slowly inserted it into Kendra's extremely wet sex. Rolled up as it was, it was the length of a small dildo, and thick enough to bring her extreme pleasure.

Her eyes still shut, she remembered how Meg made her climax by repetitively sliding the diaper deep inside her, forcing her to bite her lower lip as she came hard at the tender girl's loving touch.

Her husband's voice in the kitchen snapped Kendra out of her reverie. "So why do you smell like baby oil?"

"Oh." she said, brushing him off. "The new girl at the day care got some on me. Whoops."