The Perfume

I work as a journalist for a small magazine. My name is Teresa. We cover local events mostly, because that is what our budget gives us to do. It’s not the most happening job you could think of, but I enjoyed it quite a bit. It had never been too life changing or anything, but there was something coming that I never expected to experience out of such a considerably boring job.

There was a small art exposition coming up in an up-and-coming brand new gallery of sorts in town, and my boss wanted me there to cover the event for the magazine. It was also a great opportunity to maybe get in touch with more people of the art community. I was looking forward to this job. As the days passed and the event drew closer and closer, I felt even more excited.

Fast forward to the day of the event, I was ready for the night, dressed up in the nines and with my hair done big. I put on my new high heels and left for the party dressed up as a sort of sexy spy infiltrating an event to gather data. It was exciting from start to finish. When I got to the gallery, it was already chock-full of the new art in exposition, and artists of all backgrounds congregated in the main room. It was a rather impressive show for the size of the event; I was expecting something much humbler.

While walking around, interviewing artists, taking photos and taking notes of the pieces, I stumbled upon a man who seemed to be doing the same I was doing. A journalist from another paper? In my town? This was both surprising and unlikely. He turned to see me with a big smile and stretched his hand out to greet me nicely. He smelt really good; this was the first thing I noticed when I met him. His name was Arthur.

“It’s nice to meet you Arthur, my name is Teresa. I’m covering for Loud magazine. What are you doing here?” we walked and continued doing our job while talking. “I’m doing the same as you, Teresa, but I work for a magazine in another town. This event seemed like it was going to be pretty big so I was happy to come. I didn’t know there were such pretty women in this town.” He talked so calmly with a smile that could lit up the entire room. Besides, he found me to be pretty? What a crazy chain of events were unfolding before me?

I tried to remain collected, even if his coolness and good lucks made me a little nervous. “Don’t be so modest. I agree this job is fun, though” I said indifferently, trying to play it hard. The man with the nice smell was not going to give up that easily, and he continued to strike up a conversation with me the rest of the evening. When the event was done, after a few drinks, we were kind of tipsy and he offered to drive me home.

I agreed because I did not want to walk and I guess I liked to see his face. With alcohol in my body, it was way easier to talk to him without being nervous. We got into his car and he started the engine, which was pretty quiet. He drove slowly, because of the alcohol I suppose, and before I knew it we were in front of my house. Like a classic date, he kissed me before I left the car. It took me by surprise. I smiled after the kiss and offered him to come in, dropping my hard to get lady act. He agreed, of course, and followed me into my house.

As soon as we closed the door and left the outside world behind us, we began to kiss. He pinned me against the wall and kissed my neck while I took good whiffs of his exquisite perfume. He undressed me while I was enchanted by his perfume like some sort of magic charm, and when I came back to my senses, I was being held against the wall of my house, naked, and he was sliding his fingers into my pussy. This man was a real charmer.

He held me up against the wall and slid his hard cock into me, carrying me as he fucked me. He was rather muscular, but it was not visible when he was dressed. He held me up without any hint of using extra force, which was both surprising and arousing. He kept me pinned to the wall while he rammed into my wet pussy with strong thrusts, almost with a force that seemed to be angry. Before long, he let out a loud moan, signaling he came. He pulled out, and my pussy started to drip with his semen, which was a rather big and warm load. He laid me down on the couch and kissed me on the forehead, then left as I watched him through my drunk haze.

The following morning was hurting, due to the headache and a slight pain in my pussy, which was still red. I woke up a mess in my couch, smelling like vodka and sex, with dry cum still in my pussy. I went to my room and took a pill for the day after, to prevent any babies. I slid into the shower and began to remember what a wonderful night we had. After I left the shower, I found my phone buzzing. My friend Martha was calling me to go a party that night, and I said to myself that there was nothing to lose. I have been working a lot so I could use the time out.

I went with the rest of the day as usual, I turned in my report of the art event to my boss, and also stopped briefly to think about the marvelous man who fucked me the night before, Arthur. I wonder if he returned to his town already? Then, before I knew it, it was nighttime already. I had to get ready for the party so that Martha could come pick me up.

I put on a black dress and red heels, and put my hair up in a ponytail. Martha came to pick me up in her car, and on the drive to the party, I told her about the man I fucked last night. She seemed quite shocked and surprised, because it was so “unlike me”. I took that as a compliment. Then, we got to the party. It was the opening night of some new nightclub. It was very well decorated and full of people.

Inside, while dancing the night away in the dance floor, I spotted a smell that was oddly familiar. Yes, it was the same perfume Arthur used. I tried to follow the smell, and it led me to a man who wasn’t as attractive as Arthur, he wasn’t even Arthur, but it was the same perfume. I felt slight disappointment, then returned to where my friend was. Maybe I won’t see that wonderful man again, but every time I smell that fragrance… I will think of him.