I read your publication faithfully and enjoy it a great deal. I am a registered pharmacist working for a major drug company in the Southwest. I travel to doctors’ offices, hospitals, clinics, etc., as a salesperson. I have a route that stretches some three hundred miles. I am twenty-six, single and a lesbian.

The experience I’m going to relate happened last month while I was on my route making calls to my clients. As I left my home and headed to my first stop in a city a couple of hours away, my thoughts revolved around sweet little Carrie, a receptionist in a doctor’s office. She is a doll, tiny and built to perfection, like a porcelain statue. The last few times I visited, Carrie had been very sweet and friendly to me, and this resulted in our having dinner together.

As I drove on, all I could think about was Carrie. My nipples stiffened in my lacy bra and my panties dampened as I opened and closed my legs. I had masturbated frequently reliving that evening, and I was tempted now to slip my fingers under my dress and into my panties.

I arrived at Carrie’s office late in the morning and was greeted with a friendly hug from her. We chatted as I delivered samples and took orders. Carrie was demurely dressed in a little sundress, as it was very warm that day. Leaning over her desk, Carrie revealed the tops of her plump little breasts, which were half covered by her bra. As I was leaving, I could feel my arousal soak my panties when Carrie asked if we were having dinner again. I remarked that as it was so hot, we should meet at my motel after she got off and go swimming. Her smile was captivating, and she said she’d go home at lunch and get her swimsuit.

I finished my rounds late that afternoon and checked into the motel to await Carrie. As I undressed, I noticed the gooey mess I had made in my panty crotch just thinking about her. I changed into my bikini and went out to sun myself. When Carrie arrived, we went into my room, where she changed into her tiny suit. When she came out of the bathroom, my breath was taken away. Her white bikini barely covered her shapely behind, and the wide crotch framed her sex lovingly. I became highly aroused looking at her delectable little body, and I think she realized the effect she was having on me.

I went into the bathroom to comb my hair and there on the counter were Carrie’s little lacy panties. I lifted them to my face and smelled the exciting aroma that saturated the crotch. Overcome with desire, I licked the moist fabric and tasted the cream her arousal had produced.

Reluctantly, I dropped her panties, left the room and joined Carrie at poolside. When wet, her bikini was almost transparent. I stared at the crotch, which puffed out, outlining her pussy. We swam for a few minutes and then sunned ourselves on the loungers beside the pool. Carrie was on her back with her legs open, giving me the chance to look at her tightly covered pussy. Little blonde hairs curled out of the crotch of her suit, making me wild with desire.

We sunned ourselves for an hour or so and then went back into my room. I showered and put on my most seductive lingerie: little white lace panties and a flimsy bra. I came out and stood before the large mirror and combed my hair. I could see Carrie admiring my slim body in the mirror. I twisted and turned, giving her a show. I spread my legs and pushed out my behind as I bent over the dresser, making my panties stretch tightly over my bottom. My pussy was throbbing.

Carrie got up from the bed and brought out fresh clothes from her bag. She went in, showered and came out naked, her lithe body oh, so beautiful. She lightly powdered and perfumed her body as I, fully dressed now, watched. Then she pulled up her virginal pink panties and matching bra. She finally put on a tight red skirt and silk blouse. As we walked out the door, I noticed the panty line through her skirt. I just love to view a shapely behind encased in tight panties.

We enjoyed a nice meal and our conversation eventually turned to sex. I confessed to being a lesbian, hoping I would not scare Carrie away. She revealed that she had not had sex with anybody but masturbated a lot thinking about it. She also said that I made her feel sexy and that she enjoyed being with me. We got an extra bottle of wine and headed back to the motel room. Once there, we talked some more. She said she thought she could make love to a girl and that she would love to try it. She was lying on the bed, and I was sitting in a chair facing her. I could sense her arousal as she turned to me and sat up to remove her blouse. I caught a glimpse of her panties as her skirt rode up on her thighs.

I removed my dress and walked over to her, clad only in bra and panties. I removed her bra and gently leaned over and kissed her sweet little nipples. I felt her stiffen when my hand crept under her skirt and touched the crotch of her panties. She shyly opened her legs to give me access to the treasure that lay beneath the drenched fabric of her underpants. Carrie began to softly undulate against my fingers as I probed her pussy.

My own panties were soaked when I unzipped her skirt and pulled it off. Laying her down on the bed, I slipped off my bra and knelt between her opened legs. Electricity sparked between us as I got on top of her, feeling our panty-covered pussies mashing wetly together. Our tongues dueled as we kissed, our desire and breathing escalating, our drenched pussies caressing each other in a dance of pure love. Our panties squished together in a profusion of juices as we came together, Carrie holding my buttocks tightly against her thrusting pussy.

We came down from heaven slowly. I slithered down her perfect little body, trailing soft kisses over her warm flesh until I reached the top of her panties. I couldn’t resist kissing her pussy through the soaked cotton.

Carrie yelped and her hips bucked into my face as I licked and sucked greedily. I chewed on the fabric of her panties until she screamed and came again. After a while she pushed my face away from her pussy and sat up. She kissed my lips, licking her come from my face.

Carrie lovingly professed her love for me and shyly asked if she could make me feel good. I wanted her to eat me so bad I was having mini orgasms from the thought alone. I lay back and opened my legs for her, offering her my pussy. She kissed the sodden crotch of my panties, then gently removed them, licking the insides of them and tasting the juices smeared there. She sighed, tossed my panties aside and then began to lick and suck me.

Oh, what a feeling! Carrie’s mouth covering my pussy, her tongue slicing up through my slit and licking my distended clitoris on each upstroke. I came explosively, screaming to the heavens as the best orgasm of my life glossed Carrie’s face. I finally calmed down and we lay kissing each other’s face, ears and neck.

She dressed for home but before leaving and making a date for a repeat performance on my next visit through, she asked for my souled panties. I gladly gave them to her. She gave me hers, and on lonely nights, I masturbate with Carrie’s soiled panties held tightly against my face. I know without a doubt she is doing the same with my sticky panties.