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    I got back home from my parents’ house earlier this week, and decided to celebrate making it through the holidays by going out on the town.

   I called up a guy who had been showing interest in a date for quite some time, and agreed to meet him for dinner at one of the nicer restaurants in town.  I spent the day pampering myself and getting all prepared for a great night out.  I dressed in a somewhat short strapless red dress that flowered out at the skirt when I spun, and I had red shoes, panties and bra that all matched perfectly with the dress. Adding a fake red poinsettia to my hair, I was ready to paint the town red.

   I arrived at the restaurant just slightly late, and found that he had already arrived at the reserved table and had ordered drinks for both of us that were delivered just as I sat down.  During the course of the evening, Mark had mentioned to me that he loved the smell of womens’ panties.  With this information, I just couldn’t resist … I excused myself to go  to the ladies’ room, and slipped my slightly damp panties off.  Bundling them tightly in my hand, I returned to the table and dropped them into his salad as I sat back down.  At first, he was stunned, just staring at them … but then a big grin came over his face as he picked them up and ran them under his nose, breathing in deeply.  The rest of the meal, he kept them folded nicely beside his plate in the napkin spot, and raised them to his face from time to time for future sniffs.  Each time he smelled them, my pussy tingled like his face was right there between my legs.  By the time dinner was over, we were both more than ready to head back to my place.

   Once back at my place, I had him get naked and sit in the loveseat that was near the window.  I opened the blinds so others passing by might see, and then I brought out two more pairs of panties from my laundry hamper.  I told him to entertain himself while I got comfortable, then went and changed into my belly-dancing outfit (yes, I’m still working on my belly dancing).  I put on some appropriate music on my way back into the living room, and entered as a belly dancer would onto a stage.  Performing my routine for him, I encouraged him to sit there sniffing my panties as he watched me, and before long, he was stroking his growing cock.

   Now I was dancing for the benefit of the cock, and found myself entranced by it the more it grew in his hand.  I imagined myself as a snake charmer with his stiff meat being the cobra I was charming.  It rose up straight and tall, pointing at me the whole time.  I danced to the rhythm of his pumping hand until I was dancing myself into a frenzy.  Just as I thought I couldn’t dance any faster, the cobra began spitting its poisonous venom at me.  It just kept spewing venom, covering my dancing body with white splashes to mark its territory.  Once the venom stopped shooting at me I collapsed in front of it, and wrapped my lips around this one-eyed snake’s head.  I began kissing and licking on it to show my appreciation for its part in my dance.

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