It is a Friday evening like any other. The woman I like is sitting comfortably on my face after a day of work, my nose is deep in her bare crack and the scent of sweat and farts making me just as dizzy as aroused.
She lets out another nasty fart and as I am sniffing it up she is just as unaware of how bad her gas really is as she is of my feelings for her.
If I had not been such a chicken, if I had not been that caring or if I had not been that horny on that day half a year ago then maybe I would be sitting next to her kissing her lips instead of her sitting on me and my nose kissing her asshole.

Back then we were still on the same pay-grade and had gone for a few drinks.
Originally three of our co-workers had planned to come with, but they cancelled in the last second so it was just the two of us. It was perfect! I finally had a chance at asking her out.
But I never got to it. We talked about work and private life, emptied our glasses over and over again and I never found the right moment to ask her, which is a more flattering way of saying that I just did not have the guts to do it. I kept her talking, kept ordering beer and after almost two hours we had both been over our seventh glass.
We both had trouble standing straight, but she had it worse than me as her big butt really did not help with balancing. I decided to at least bring escort to the station and she assured me she would be alright from there.
It was late and the train turned out to be just as empty as the station. All seats in the wagon appeared to be free. But none of them would have the honor to cushion that big butt of hers. The heel of her right high heel got stuck between the platform and the train and while she managed to grab onto pole right at the door to keep herself from falling. Unfortunately my protective instinct had kicked in and my drunken self had thrown itself into the train to catch her. So I ended up bumping into her land on my back, while it lead to her loosing hold of the pole and falling herself after a few seconds of trying to regain balance.
I witness her butt right above my face for a few seconds before it eventually came crashing down on me. There would have been enough time to get out of the way and avoid the obvious outcome, but I just honestly did not want to avoid it. In my drunken state my kinks were stronger than my rational mind so I just watched as her butt came down on my face.
It was a rough but spot on landing. Her soft cheeks partly swallowed my head through the thing material of her summer-dress pants. My nose wound up right in her crack where the sweat from sitting around in the office all day and from the two hours in the bar had managed to soak the pants. The scent immediately hit me and I got turned on.
It did not take long than a few seconds for her to recover from that soft landing and she also quickly realized what had happened, but then door has close right after I had stupidly jumped into the train and before she even had a chance to get up the train had started to move.
That, of course, had not reduced her ability to actually get up, but much to my initial surprise she actively decided against it. Instead she wiggled her butt around and said:
“How about a deal? You get to crash at my place for the night and I get to stay comfortably seated like this?”
I knew that I should have shoved her off, but I just could not bring myself to end this amazing experience early, so I just stayed put and left her to use me as a cushion.
This she took as my silent agreement and stayed put on my face herself, only changed her position by leaning back against the actual train seats and putting her legs onto my torso.
So for the entire over thirty minutes ride to her station, I remained her seat and my drunken crush let out multiple farts in that, not thinking much about it in her intoxicated state.
I just ended up more and happier with my situation.
After over forty minutes of at least one fart every two minutes she eventually got off my face and helped to standing up as the doors opened at her station.
“Phew, I really let some heavy hitters out! I actually feel bad!”, she said, proving that she had actively decided to fart on my face instead of just having forgotten about me.
“Yeah, but it was not that bad, don’t worry!”, I said and chuckled nervously.
“Because you liked it down there?”, she asked absolutely casually.
“Yeah, it was nice.”, I replied just as casually, the alcohol striking once again.
By the time I had actually realized what I had just admitted towards my crush she had already grabbed my arm and dragged me after her home.
“Let’s hurry then so I can sit back down.”, she shouted.
Despite that obvious declaration it took me quite some time to realize just how much she enjoyed sitting on my face in the train.
It was only after we had entered her apartment, she had pushed me onto the couch, stripper her pants and underwear and I saw her bare ass heading for my face that I actually understood that she saw my face as a pillow.
After dropping her full weight onto my face and the bouncing form the couch has subsided she said: “Since you like this, you won’t mind being my seed for the weekend, right?”
Me not fighting back was all the answer she needed and so I actually ended up with my face under my crush’s ass for an entire weekend. She ripped ass without a second though and thanked me for smelling it up. That led to her ignoring her intolerances for the food she ordered, forcing me to inhale much worse fart, what obviously got me just more attached to my role as her cushion.
It was at the end of that weekend that I made the biggest mistake, saying that one thing that doomed my chances of ever being anything but her cushion.
She saw me off on Sunday evening with the words: “I hope we can repeat that next week.”,
to which I foolishly replied: “Haha, you can sit on me any time.”
That any time was just on every weekend until she got that promotion two months down the road. She not only received her own office on top of a massive boost to her salary,
but also got to pick herself a personal assistant.
Plating her ass on my face and adjusting the chair’s height for my head being a second pillow was the first thing she did in her new office. I told her she could sit on my face any time and that time turned into being literally every second of work.
For this she had actually bought herself a new pantsuit solely so she could pull up the skirt to for sitting on me and pull it down when getting off me, though that happened rarely.
With my nose in her crack during work she allowed herself to adjust her overall diet to her weekend one.
Focus on flavor and ignoring her intolerances. After all I would be sniffing it all up.
And by the end of her first day in her new office, when it was time to leave, before getting off my face she said: “If you were living with me we could go home now and I could plant my butt right back on your face!”
I moved in with her on that weekend which was like a dream come true, only that in that dream I was her lover not her pillow.
However, this would only sink in the following Monday on our way to work when she ordered me to lie down on the empties train’s bench so she could sit on my face during the entire ride.

It was then that I realized just how doomed my chances of ever becoming her lover were.
During the following week I saw her face cumulatively around one hour, while I spend an average of twenty two hours with my face pressed against her cheeks As she decided that wanted to sit on me in her sleep. That is more her wrapping her blanket around us and trapping my face against her ass overnight, though. Of course that just meant her nightly flatulence was going all into me.

I wanted this woman to be my world, but in the end her ass ended up becoming that.