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Traci brought her hand to her face and smelled the scent of her arousal mixed with the light smell of vanilla from her bath wash.

She put on her robe, and stepped into the hall, drying her shoulder length hair as she walked. Scott was sitting on the floor, drinking some bottled water and watching basketball. His tank top was still soaked with sweat from their long run in the July heat.

"Your turn," Traci said.

Scott heard Traci's voice and stood up. She was standing at the end of the hallway drying her hair. Her white terry cloth robe ended just above her knees. It was open just enough for him to glimpse the smooth sides of her breasts.

Scott grabbed his gym bag and walked toward the bathroom. He pressed by her at the entrance, inhaling the sweet scent of vanilla. He wondered if it was coming from her hair, or her skin.

She smelled him first. The aroma of sweat, male sweat, pushed ahead of him. She could have moved to let him pass easily, but didn't. She wrinkled her nose as he passed close beside her.

"You smell," she said, smiling.

"So do you," he said, taking a deep breath, close to her neck. "You just smell a lot better."

Once inside the bathroom, Scott realized that all he had to wear after his shower was a pair of thin nylon running pants, with a flimsy built-in liner instead of underwear. His shirt was a Coolmax tank top.

He found a seldom used bar of Ivory soap on the top of Traci's shower surround and washed the sweat from his body. Then he spread the warm slippery lather over his already engorged cock. He slid his hands over it, paying special attention to the sensitive area just below the tip. He felt his balls start to tighten and almost let himself come. But something told him to stop; that there would be better uses for his warm semen tonight.

Scott pulled on his clothes, such as they were, and walked out into Traci's living room. She was sitting at one end of her love seat, her legs pulled beneath her as she flipped through the channels. She had turned on the TV when she heard Scott turn off the water in the shower. Until then she had been otherwise engaged. Her fingers had been deep inside the wet folds of her cunt. She had spread the warm liquid upward, until she found her clit, and slid her fingers over it. She had no reason not to come, so she did, rapidly rubbing her clit as she thought of Scott standing naked in her bathroom.

She washed her hands in the kitchen and used a paper towel to try to sop up the moisture oozing between her legs. Her hands were clean, but Scott could smell her still-drenched cunt as soon as he sat down next to her. His cock hardened involuntarily in response.

Traci couldn't help but stare, as the bulge suddenly appeared in Scott's thin shorts.

"Did I do that," Traci said.

There was no point in lying.

"Yes," Scott said. "You did. And I think you must feel the same."

"Really?" Traci replied, feigning innocence. "What makes you think that?"

"I can smell you," Scott said, looking directly into her eyes.

Traci's cunt twitched, and so did she. She wanted him to touch her. He did - his hand softly gripping her calf, just below her knees.

Scott slid his hand higher. Traci spread her legs in response, inviting him to touch her.

His fingers brushed against her moist lips, slid gently inside. He explored her. He felt the warm, soft walls of her vagina, knowing that soon his throbbing cock would feel them too. His thumb found her clit, rubbing it gently at first, then more rapidly. Traci arched her hips into him, her robe falling open to expose her small firm breasts and smooth flat belly. She shuddered as her orgasm swept over her, so much better than the one she had given herself in much the same way just a few minutes ago.

Scott stood, and pulled his shirt over his head.

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