Making Scents Ch. 02byBoratus©
Previously on Making Scents:
"Ok, let me ask you this." Tyson continued. "Do you really think you can discover a magical formula that will make people irresistible?"
"It's the basic pheromone principle." Donald explained. "We know how they work and they are very powerful in the animal world. If you can just find the correct scent for a person at the right intensity you should get a proportionate response."
Nancy leaned down and smelled Tyson's neck. "You have a nice smell to you."
Donald looked at Tyson. "You're going to sleep with her tonight, aren't you?"
Tyson kept the evil grin on his face. "Not at all. If I have my way, there will be no sleep all night."
Julius threw the beaker at him. The beaker smashed on Donald's head and the contents sprayed over him. Donald hit the table hard, bounced off and landed on the floor.
Donald looked down and the nurse was sucking his cock.
"Please, Doctor. Just tell me want you want me to do and I'll do it, anything," she said as she opened her top further to bare more cleavage. "Anything at all."
Donald's condo was in walking distance of work. He greeted the concierge, entered and waited for the elevator. When the doors opened there was a Japanese woman in her mid 20's with two bags of groceries inside on her way up from the garage. She stood just under 5' with shoulder length hair. A flowered sun dress adorned her slim body which seemed to have almost no tits or ass to speak of. She was cute, but not beautiful, wore a wedding ring and had housewife written all over her.
"Hello" she greeted, with a strong Japanese accent.
"Uh . . .Hi." Donald said as he moved to one side of the elevator. He called it the elevator waltz. If one person was in, they stood in the center; two moved to each side; three formed an equilateral triangle; and four stood the corners. This was, of course, when no one knew each other. It was all about being as far away from each other as possible. People seemed so afraid of contact. And Of course, the dance worked backwards, too. Donald played classical music in his mind whenever he watched it happen.
The woman's nose wrinkled and she turned toward Donald. He blushed and tried to move further to his side, into the wall if possible.
"Accident at work," he explained. "I just came home to shower and change."
She looked disbelievingly at him and he knew what she was smelling. It was all over his shirt even though it was dry. "A monkey peed on me." he told her.
Her looked instantly changed to one of amusement and she laughed. "I hope you get it all out."
Donald relaxed. "Thanks."
The elevator stopped at 15 and a maintenance man got in. It was only seconds before he wondered what the source of the smell was as well. He pressed 16 and held his breath.
The woman looked at the 39 button that Donald had pressed. "How is the view from your place? Ocean or city?" she asked.
"Ocean." Donald replied.
"3905?" she asked.
"3906" he answered."
"Oh, just missed it!" she chided.
The maintenance man got off and they heard him take a big breath in as the doors closed again. They both laughed.
"You can hold your breath too, if you like." Donald joked.
"It's OK," she assured him. "It's bad, but underneath, there's something pleasant, like perfume."
"I work at a perfume company." he explained.
"That would probably explain it." she said with a giggle.
The elevator stopped at 23 and she walked out but stopped in the doorway. "It was nice meeting you 3906. I'm Mariko in 2312. Maybe I'll see you around."
"Donald," he replied. "Sure. You know where I live." he joked.
"Yes, I do." she said as she left and let the doors close. Something about the way she said it gave Donald pause. Did she just come on to him? No, women don't come on to him. He must have imagined it.
After showering, changing and throwing his shirt in the garbage bin, Donald gave Tyson a call on his cell.
"Yo!" his friend answered. "Shouldn't you be at work?"
Donald realized that Tyson had checked the caller display.
"I was at work all night." he answered.
"Oh, not again. Donny, we really need to find you a girlfriend or at least get you laid."
"Well, I almost did."
"What? Details, dog . . .I need details!"
Donald smiled. He had always lived vicariously through Tyson. To have Tyson asking for details on his sexual escapades (well, escapade) was a strange but welcome experience.
"OK . . .OK. After the bar I went back to the lab. . ."
". . .And Carol showed up and you fucked her?"
"No, no. I wish! I was trying to work on the formula, as usual, when Julius got out of his cage."
"One of the monkeys."
"Please tell me you didn't try and fuck a monkey."
"The monkey tried to fuck you?"
"Sorry. Go on."
"Well, I tried to catch him and he ended up throwing the latest formula at me and the beaker smashed on my head. I hit the table and fell unconscious and when I woke up, I was in the nurse's office."
"This is not sounding like an 'I almost got laid' story . . ."
"I'm just getting to that!"
"Well . . .Get to it!"
"OK! So I wake up and I'm naked on the examination table and the nurse is giving me a sponge bath."
"OK, NOW it's getting good. Was she hot?"
"Not really. She was mature and plump."
"Old and fat."
"That's rude, Tyson."
"She can't hear me, unless you brought her home and she's listening. Is she sucking your dick right now?"
"OK, so this old, fat nurse was giving you a sponge bath . . .Then?"
"She wasn't old. She's like late forties. Anyway, I tried to get up but she pushed me back down and then she starts sucking my penis."
"You're fucking with me."
"No, I'm serious. I've known this woman for a couple years now at work and there's never been any attraction. Now, suddenly, she's sucking my penis!"
"Can you call it a cock? For me?"
"OK . . .OK. . .So the bitch is hoovering my cock like a ho. Is that better?"
"Uh, no. Out of a white-white guy's mouth that shit just sounds wrong. Just stop using the word penis. So the she sucked your cock. She single?"
"Why? You want a throw?"
"No, I'm just saying . . .She's old . . .She's fat . . .She's single. It adds up to desperate. Now, she gets a naked man in front of her . . .Years of frustration take hold, and BAM! Or rather, SUCK! Nice use of the word "throw", by the way. So, did you come in her mouth?"
"What? No! I jumped off the table and told her to stop!"
"Hold up. You got a woman to suck your dick for the first time in your virgin life and you told her to stop? Donny, I know people say they have standards but at this point, you really shouldn't be one of them."
"That's mean Ty?"
"You know I'm fooling, but let me tell you this: 90% of the guys out there that woke to a woman sucking their dick, unless the woman was coyote ugly or something, would let her finish and THEN bitch at her."
"So you want me to go back and tell her to finish?" Donald mocked.
"You? I doubt you'll even be able to talk to her again."
Donald knew Tyson was probably right on that count.
"So what then? You ran out?" Tyson asked.
"No, that was when the weird thing happened."
"This gets weirder?"
"She told me she'd do whatever I wanted. So I told her to get on the table. It was just to get her out of the way of me and the door. But, when she got on the table, she took all her clothes off and started playing with herself to try and seduce me."
"You ARE fucking kidding me!"
"So you watched her get off?"
"For a little while, but I left before she finished."
"Donny, don't tell me these things. Lie and say she came and then did tricks for you."
"I can't do that."
"Yeah, I know. So what are you up to today?"
"I'm going to chill for a bit and then go back to work this afternoon. How about you?"
"Probably look for a new job after lunch." Tyson seemed to be on and off jobs as often as some people were on and off diets.
"Oh, what happened with that waitress?" Donald said, remembering the previous evening.
"Things went very well."
Just then Donald heard a strange noise on the other side of the phone.
"Is there a cat there?"
"Uh . . .No . . ." Tyson answered. Donald could sense he was smiling.
"Are you at home?"
"Uh . . . No . . ."
"Are you fucking her right now?"
"Uh . . . Yes . . ."
"Have you been fucking her this whole time?"
"Uhhhhhh . . .Yes . . ." Tyson grunted no longer trying to hide his actions.
"Then why'd you even pick up the phone?"
"It's morning. You're not at work. I figured it was important."
Donald laughed. Tyson laughed, too as Nancy sat on his lap, sliding up and down on his cock in slow sensuous motions.
"Enjoy your day, Ty."
"I will!" Ty responded. "See you at The Shoreline tonight?"
"Seven. Go home first after work and put on some of the clothes we got the other day. It's Friday night. Don't show up looking like a scientist!
"Fine," Donald sighed. "Bye."
"Holy . . .Ugh . . .Oh . . .Bye."
Donald sat there smiling. Tyson had just demonstrated one of his traits that made him irreplaceable. Even when he's with a woman, their friendship came first. Of course he didn't actually stop fucking the woman to talk, but the thought was there.
"Your friend is a virgin?" Nancy asked as she undulated slowly on Tyson's cock.
"Oh, you heard that," Tyson realized. "Don't say anything."
"I . . .Mmmmmm . . .won't." she replied. Her eyes seemed to look off to the ceiling and her paced quickened a bit.
Tyson's brow wrinkled. "Are you thinking about me or Donny?"
She snapped back to him. "Oh no, not Donny, not really. It's just that I haven't had a virgin in a while. For some girls it's a turn on to break in a new guy."
"I'm guessing you're one of those girls."
"Well yes, but I . . .I . . .Oh baby . . .That's it . . .Right there," Their motions sped up some more. "But I have a few friends who feel the same wuh . . .Waaaaaaaayyyyyy . . .Oh!" she squealed as an orgasm hit her. "Mmmmm. . .That was a good one."
"So you want me to pimp my boy to your girls?" he asked.
"From what I remember, he's not ugly, just unremarkable. They'd do him. In fact, fix his hair and make him work out and he'd actually be cute, just short."
"He wants to lose his virginity with someone special. Jesus, you feel good!"
"You too, lover."
Tyson got up from the chair with Nancy still riding his cock. He took her over to the dining room table and laid her on it. She put her feet over his shoulders and he began to fuck her hard.
"He still has that fantasy? Well, my . . . friends are . . . Sppp . . .Special . . .But . . .Eeeee . . .They won't start a relationship just to get some virgin coooooooock! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
"God, I could fuck you all day!" Tyson grunted.
"I have to be at work by four so you can fuck . . . Fuck . . .FUCK me till threeeeeee . . ."
Tyson looked down to see his black cock appear out of and disappear into her tanned pussy.
"Oh, I heard you say thaaaaaaat you were cum . . .Cum . . .Coming to the bar tonight," She moaned and then let out a sharp "Eee!"
Tyson smiled. "Little orgasm?"
She nodded quickly with a big grin on her face.
"I just want to get it straight that although I'd like to do this again . . .God . . .And again . . .And again . . ."
"We're not a couple." Tyson finished. "So don't act like I'm your boyfriend."
"Mmmmhmmmm" She nodded. "It would be very annoying and affect mu . . .Muhaaiiiiy . . .My . . . My . . .My . . .MYYYYY!" She screamed as another orgasm hit her. She tried to continue breathlessly. "My job."
"No problem. That's where I'm at, too. Ummmmm . . .Is it OK if I . . .Er . . . "
"If you pick up girls? Tyson, pick up a sexy one and I may just go home with the both of you."
That statement was it for Tyson. His balls contracted and he came hard into her pussy. Nancy started laughing when she realized what happened.
"Where the hell have you been all my life?" Tyson asked.
"Careful." she warned. "Don't get attached. Not yet. God, I was close to another orgasm too."
Tyson pulled his cock out, yanked her off the table and onto the floor and went to town on her clit. I n less than a minute he gave her that orgasm she missed.
"May . . .Maybe you can get a little Ah . . . Ah . . .Attached." she said trying to catch her breath.
Nancy's tummy grumbled. "We should order in some lunch."
"Lunch!" Tyson exclaimed and gave her clit a long lick.
"OH GOD!" she gasped. "Stop! Sensitive!"
He licked her again. "Tyson!" she yelled.
When he tried to lick her again, she started crawling away from him, yelling "9-1-1! 9-1-1!" He crawled right on after her.
"He's trying to kill me with his tongue!" Nancy giggled and then moaned as he caught up and licked her again. She switched between giggles and moans, depending on how far she could get her pussy away from Tyson's hungry mouth. Finally, she hit a wall. He buried his head between her legs and finger fucked her until she came again.
Nancy petted Tyson's head. She was spent. "Is there something you'd like to eat, besides me?"
"Order anything you want but make sure they sell Gatorade. We're going to need it.
Donald made it back to work just after an enjoyable lunch of fish and chips with tartar sauce. The lab had been cleaned up and Carol was overly concerned with him and kept asking if he shouldn't take the day off. She seemed to think of him as being a lot more fragile than he was.
He passed Nurse Lucille in the hall once and they both pretended to not see each other. He wondered how long that would go on.
Other than that, the day was uneventful. As they worked on their separate projects in the lab, Donald snuck peeks at Carol every chance he got. Even in a lab coat her beauty was undeniable.
"That woman should be modeling, not working here," he thought. "I am in love with her and she looks at me like a little brother. Well, that's going to change. I'm going to let her know how I feel. I'm going to show her that I'd make an amazing boyfriend, maybe husband and treat her like a princess. I'm going to do it." Donald got up from his chair, straightened himself out and looked toward Carol. She noticed him staring at her and smiled at him. He lifted a hand to wave and knocked over a rack of test tubes. He quickly tried to clean up the mess and sat back down while she giggled. "First thing Monday morning, I'm going to do it."
They continued to work in their separate areas until the end of the day. Carol came over to say "good-bye" and Donald's mind raced for topics to talk about, coming up with nothing.
"Well, have a good weekend, Don." Carol said, as she took off her lab coat to reveal a white blouse and beige slacks. It was a very casual look and she still took his breath away.
"Um . . .You too, Carol," Donald said, still trying to think of a way to prolong the conversation with her. "Are you doing anything interesting?" he asked finally.
Carol had already turned to walk away, but she stopped and turned back. "No, I'll probably just go over to my boyfriend's place and hang."
Donald's heart sank. "Boyfriend?"
"Oh, I didn't know you had a boyfriend." he said with his voice breaking slightly.
"Yes, for about a year now."
"Oh, well then... have fun."
"You, too." she said and turned to leave once again. She made it to the door and then turned back yet again. "You know, Don, we've been working together for two years and never seen each other outside of work. Maybe we should go out for drinks or a movie or something sometime . . . As friends."
"As friends," Donald thought. "Why does every woman I meet want to go out with me as friends? I don't want to be your friend! I want to hold you and kiss you and bring you into my bed. Oh hell, I want to fuck you!"
"Sure!" he heard himself say. "When would you like?"
"Oh, I don't know," she replied. "I was just throwing it out there. I'm glad you caught it though. I'll call you," she said backing out. "Or you can call me . . .Or we can talk on Monday. You know, Whatever." She bumped into the door frame, smiled awkwardly and then let herself out.
This was the first time Donald had ever seen Carol flustered and he didn't know why. She was never flustered around him. It was always the other way around.
Donald went home to change and bumped into Mariko in front of his building as she was exiting.
"Hello. . .Again." she greeted cheerfully.
"Hi, Mariko," Donald replied. "I didn't expect to see you again so soon."
"Good timing, I guess . . ." She smiled. Then she came right up to him and sniffed him. ". . .And no sign of monkey pee."
Donald blushed but then laughed. "I'm throwing out that shirt, too."
Mariko giggled at that. "Good plan." she said, putting her hand on his chest. It was then that he noticed she was taller. She had a pair of sexy black high heels. His gaze followed her legs upward to where her dress ended just below her knees. The black dress she wore hugged her hips, had lace trim and was cut low. It clung to her body, allowing Donald to see that her breasts may be small but they were perky. Her nipples tried to poke through the material. She actually had a set of hips, too, and a cute, if not tiny, ass.
"You're all dressed up. Where are you off to?" Donald asked.
"Oh, I'm just meeting my husband for dinner. It's a fancy restaurant." she replied.
"Sounds like fun."
"What about you? Any plans for the evening?" she inquired while her hand moved to his armed and playfully tugged at it.
"I'm just going to The Shoreline to meet my friend for drinks."
"I hear that's a real, what's the expression, meat market?"
"Um, yes. It is for my friend, Tyson. I just go for the atmosphere and conversation."
Mariko pouted. "Oh, that can't be true. I'm sure you do very well for yourself." she said as she squeezed his arm.
Donald blushed again. "You're sweet, but I'm really not a ladies' man. In fact, I just hope to find that one special girl to be with and no one else."
Mariko smiled and put a hand to his cheek. "That's the best kind of man."
"I don't really like trying to meet women in bars, but it's not like one will just show up at my door one day."
"Well, she'd have to know where you live."
Donald got just a little uncomfortable with that. He was almost sure that she was coming on to him and he broke into a nervous sweat. Mariko seemed to notice, but then a strange look came into her eyes. It was an intensity he'd never seen in women when they looked at him. Actually, that wasn't true. He'd seen it just yesterday in Lucille. It was lust. "Listen, I should go or I'll be late. Your husband is probably waiting for you, too."
The mention of her husband seemed to snap Mariko back to her senses. "Oh, yes, that's right," she said. She brushed his shirt with her hand and then smoothed it out. "Well, you have a nice evening. Maybe we can sit down for a coffee sometime. You're a very pleasant man to talk to."
"Er . . .Sure. We can set up a time next week."
"Great! I'll see you then!" she gave him a kiss on the cheek and started off. "Bye!"
The Shoreline was packed as it usually was on a Friday night. Donald felt like a pinball as he got bumped around trying to find Tyson. He finally spotted him standing by a support pillar, talking to a sexy Pilipino girl with hair to the middle of her back, a slightly big but smooth and round ass and surprisingly large breasts for someone her size. She wore a white two-piece outfit with dozens of tassels hanging from both the top and bottom, making it almost look like a cowgirl outfit. Her top could barely contain her breasts and Donald saw Tyson's gaze continually move from her eyes to her breasts and back as though he were watching a vertical tennis match. Donald moved in sheepishly so as not to disturb Tyson's game, but Tyson stopped the girl in mid-sentence when he saw is buddy.