Celebrity Scents Ch. 02

I was just about to leave, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was gentle, and startling, but I turned to find Taylor, still standing made up in that sequin dress. My heart lurched and I gulped, but I tried to play it cool.

"Hey," she whispered, and then she smelled, her instincts were in charge now.

"I've told them I need a few minutes, do you want to come here?" She said, motioning towards the trailer.

I tried to hide my nervousness, and spoke slowly so my voice didn't shake, "Sure."

The starlet smiled and grabbed my hand. She clearly didn't want to be seen fraternizing with an intern, and kept glancing this way and that on our walk towards her trailer. There wasn't anybody on set, at least not close, and nobody paying attention. Still, she walked quickly, and I followed her.

Soon enough, we were alone, safely inside her trailer. There, she smelled me again. Taylor leaned in and nestled her sharp nose into my collar and inhaled deeply. She did it twice. Then she looked at me and smiled. I think she liked it.

Of course, by this point, I knew how things went, so I stood back and allowed her to turn around. She leaned over the vanity and protruded her ass towards me.

Taylor's ass was something I had admired for a long time. It's small, and she's very slender, but there's something about those petite little cheeks and how they sit atop her long slender legs that get me. It's a tight butt, and it fits her frame.

And there I was, graced by its actual physical presence. I fell to my knees and admired it. I knew how this went at this point, but I was still nervous. This was Taylor Swift after all. A just stared for a moment before I got the courage to move. Then slowly, hesitantly, I lifted my hands, and slowly, hesitantly, I placed them on her bum.

Taylor did not resist, but pushed back against me. I allowed a firmer grip. It was firm, but yielding, toned, and shapely. Her dress was tight, and the sequins disguised the softness of her skin underneath, but the sight had me stunned. I was touching Taylor Swift's ass.

I couldn't help but marvel for a few long moments before the reality had set in, and I knew I could have more. I dropped my hands to Taylor's thighs and pushed the dress up. It really was tight, and it took more effort than I thought to bring the material over the globes of Taylor's ass.

As I did, I almost came. What looks perfect from afar, and in pictures, is even more so in person. Taylor's butt was tight, and perfectly seated atop her legs, and her skin was porcelain smooth. A soft, nude, seamless thong sat snugly between her cheeks.

My gaze followed its line down to her pussy, whose shape the panties showed off in a subtle cameltoe.

Taylor shifted her weight from one leg to another and sounded an anticipatory "mmm."

I couldn't admire her anymore, I had to indulge. I brought my face up and closer towards her, and slowly I pressed into her core. I almost came again as my nose was greeted by the warm damp fabric covering Taylor Swift's pussy.

There was no wetspot, but the entire crotch of her underwear was pervaded with a subtle moistness. Taylor was aroused.

Finally, I took a breath, and inhaled the scent of her sex. For a third time, I almost came. Taylor as whole smelled clean, perfumed, and even after such a long hot day on set, had no discernible body odor. I imagine part of her preparations involve quite a bit of showering and pampering, but here, between her legs, at her most intimate area, her aroma persisted, and revealed her primal nature.

Taylor smelled clean, and the scent of her pussy was delicate, though it was not faint. I could clearly smell the musk, and the tang of her cunt through her thong, and it was wonderful.

The starlet let out another "mmmm" while I inhaled.

I placed my hands back on her bum to allow myself greater access, this time cupping the softness of her bare flesh. I held my face against the singer's cunt from behind. Breathing all I could of her wonderful scent, and for minutes I simply smelled her.

Finally, I pulled back and admired her visually once more. My hands were still planted on her ass, and I used them to spread her cheeks, exposing the intimate details of her most intimate regions. Her pink tight little rosebud peeked out from behind her underwear, where I lost myself again and dove back into her backside.

This time I pressed my nose into Taylor's most primal orifice and smelled there. Again, she smelled clean, but a distinctive animal essence filled my senses. Taylor cooed.

I grabbed the waist of her thong and yanked it down her legs, exposing her soft parts to the air, and to me. Each layer of the starlet I unwrapped revealed further perfection beneath it. Taylor's complexion did not have a blemish on it, and the composition of her private parts was picturesque.

With her underwear at her knees, and my hands spreading her cheeks I admired her nether regions in all their naked glory.

Her pink bumhole fit perfectly between her cheeks, and below it, her slit was framed by two bald, and perfectly smooth lips. It took more spreading to get them to reveal the glistening folds of her interior.

With a slight pull of both my hands, a rich, wet, pinkness was exposed in the form of two petite labia minora, and a tiny engorged button of a clit. The essence of Taylor Swift in scent form emanated from the blossom.

I enjoyed it from afar once more before diving in with outstretched tongue.

Taylor moaned as I lapped. The softness and warmth of her skin was sensational, and only eclipsed by her taste, which was exquisite. I've described pussy as electric before, but never has it been more appropriate as a descriptor. Licking Taylor was like licking a nine volt battery, in the best kind of way.

Just like the rest of her, she tasted clean, but sharp, and absolutely delicious. I flicked my tongue against her clit, and down to her opening, and back again. I coated myself in her arousal and prodded her for more.

Eventually, I found a rhythm that Taylor seemed to like, with my nose inside her, and my tongue working circles around her little erect clit.

She was not loud, perhaps she was still self conscious of our location, but voiced her pleasure in exasperated breaths and subtle, quiet moans, and showed it with her bucking hips as she gyrated against my face.

After just a few minutes, she shuttered, and let out a final set of sensual breaths indicating her orgasm.

I could have stayed there all day, worshiping Taylor Swift from between her legs, drinking her nectar, and inhaling her air, but I was worried about time and where we were. Besides, I was wanting a release too.

So slowly, reluctantly, I stood up, and began to unbuckle my pants. Taylor stayed where she was, but stepped out of her underwear, before leaning back against the vanity, with her pussy open and ready to receive me. She looked back at me as I released my manhood from my trousers and smiled.

Without another word, I took my place behind her and aligned my sex with hers. There, she backed into me, pushing herself back, and sliding her cunt onto my throbbing cock. In one slow movement I was inside her.

Taylor was tight, but her pussy seemed extra soft as her walls massaged my manhood. I grabbed her hips and began to take her from behind.

Taylor's exasperated breaths and subtle moans returned, and I fucked her slow and steady, trying to enjoy the sensations of her perfect body.

I got the impression that Taylor was not as kinky as some people I've been with, she certainly wasn't as proactive, but I could tell she enjoyed settling in and letting me fuck her. Her moans built up again to a crescendo as I fucked her and then she quaked again. Her legs clenched shut as she had the most adorable orgasm I've ever seen, leaning against that vanity, squeeking out another "hmmph."

I paused briefly while she regained her composure, and then I continued pressing my cock deep into her depths and pulling it back out.

The starlet reached back and pulled her cheeks apart. I lost it at the sight of her performing such a lewd gesture, at the sight of her tight asshole, and pumped harder and faster for my last manageable strokes before unloading inside the young singer.

Despite my escapades of the previous night, my balls were full, and I filled Taylor up with my sticky seed. Taylor let out a satisfied moan as my cum inflated her cunt. When I pulled out, she overflowed and a gob of my jism dripped out of her pussy onto the floor. She sounded one final satisfied "mmm" and turned to face me.

She adjusted her dress so it fell back where it was supposed to go, and looked up towards me.

"Well, that was fun," she giggled, and I have to be honest I was surprised how nice she was. Nevertheless I chuckled back and agreed as I pulled my own drawers back up and buttoned them.

The singer then reached down and picked up her underwear from the floor and held them up on her index finger.

"You can have these if you want," she grinned.

"Really?" I asked, probably sounding much more excited than I thought I did.

"Sure," she said smoothly, still smiling warmly at me.

I began to reach for my prize, but Taylor jerked her hand back in interruption.

"Just don't tell anyone."

And then she dropped them in my hand, still wet, still radiating with the sexual essence of Taylor Swift. My mind was reeling, and my heart was pounding, unable to believe or process what just occurred, or the fact that Taylor Swift GAVE me her fucking panties. My hand stuffed them in my pocket without my mind's awareness, and I dorkily crossed my heart.

"It's our secret," I said, beaming, and she responded "good."

With that, I knew it was time to go.

"I imagine your assistants are anxious to get their turn with you," I said, not so smoothly, but Taylor giggled.

"They definitely are. Let me check and make sure it's all clear, and then we can head out."

She poked her head out of the trailer to check. She bent over to do so, and I lost myself admiring her again. I wanted to feel her ass once more, to smell her just one more time, to feel the inside of her cunt again, but I had the feeling I shouldn't, and held back.

When she came back inside, it was just to say the coast was clear, and then she led me outside. Again, she took my hand and led me back from where we met, only this time to say goodbye.

At the exit, she restated that it was fun, and said something about hoping to meet again, but I was tin too much of a daze to register it. Then she kissed me, a real, long kiss on the lips, before saying goodbye, and holding the door for my exit.

I replayed everything in my mind on the walk to the hotel. I tried desperately to burn the images, the scents, the tastes into my mind. I thumbed Taylor Swift's panties in my pocket, reassuring myself that it all happened. I held back from pulling them out for a sniff in the middle of a Manhattan street.

When I got home, I couldn't help but get off again, admiring the souvenir she let me keep, and then I fell asleep, with memories I'll keep forever swirling around my mind, and a single promising thought ringing in the back of my head: "I wonder who we're working with next."