11-1 The Sniff Test

Themes: mast, lez, ws, hot tub fetish, (but no wheel changing today)

This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-10) to find out the full background or some of it won’t make any sense.

Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba.

Chapter 11-1 The sniff test

by StackofBooks

(3248 words)

I loved my new Takemine guitar. It just felt so nice in my hands, and its smell was just great. (I think you’ll have noticed by now that my olfactory sense is very highly developed. Another way of saying I have a keen sense of smell. Not just for sex things such as pussies, but for everyday things: books, people’s hair, electronic goods, foods – even opening a packet of something and just for a brief moment smelling the air of the factory in which it was produced – whether it was in China or Spain or the USA.)

I knew a few chords from a long time ago, as well as some single string melodies, such as Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

I also watched a couple of YT teaching vids, as well as downloading free chord charts and teaching documents.

Sooner or later though it was time I contacted Dean. And boy, am I glad I did, not just from the music point of view.

(Found out later how Bindi met Dean. She was in a music shop trying to find one for me. Dean was another customer, just browsing, and was attracted to her because of her sari, brown skin and very long hair. They got chatting, he played the Takemine for her – the sound and the tone was amazing. That’s the one!, she said. He gave her his number as she said she wanted lessons. He thought, however, she would be the student – not me!!)

I arrived at a very nice house, and inside it was just delightful. His wife answered the door and introduced herself as Serena. She was even more delightful – a stunner in fact. Long auburn curly hair, a cute round face and a smile to break all hearts. People always ask me if I’m a tits, bum or legs man. You might as well ask me how long a piece of string is, because I don’t have an answer. This lady had all three in abundance. Today she was wearing her specs, and as I am also bespectacled, I noticed. They’re new, she said, I only got them yesterday. What do think?

For her, she was already as beautiful as a lily, but she’d managed to gild it. It’s a stupid idiom as it means a waste of time, which it obviously wasn’t in her case – and I told her they complimented her looks greatly. With me, my glasses just make me look 10-15 years older than I actually am. But having minus 5.5 dioptres, they’re an absolute necessity.

You must be Steve. Come in, and make yourself at home. Dean won’t be long. He’s been doing a bit of gardening, and is just finishing off. Come and sit on the patio and drink some iced tea with us. 

Dean was as tall and as thin as me, but there the similarity ended. He was much younger and very well built with rippling biceps and pecs, all topped off with blond hair. My first impression was that Margey would deffo like to investigate further.

We did all the general chit chat, and I noticed they had the same model of hot tub as us sitting 5 metres away. With yellow stains on the grass next to it. Surely not? The same fetish as us??

I had to tear my eyes away from his delectable wife, thinking about her peeing to make those stains, as we went into his home studio room. I was gobsmacked. Full of expensive electronic gizmos. The only things I recognised was a reel-to-reel tape machine and a mixing desk. Oh, and the padded leather office chair.

He asked me if I was happy with the guitar he had ***********ed for me and I gushed a big effusive yes.

I showed him what I knew already, and he said it was a good start. He then took me through some basic music theory with some handouts and more advanced chord charts than I already had that he’d prepared in advance, saying it was important to have a solid foundation before ‘building a house’ on top of it.

I learned some new open chords, and he showed me the basics and principles of barre chords, mentioning it might be a while before I mastered them, but to keep trying and not give up.