I stood in the middle of the bedroom, set to get dressed, and I yelled, "Babe, have you seen my boxers?" Prior to showering, I had laid out all of the clothing that I would need for the evening. However, I found myself standing in a towel and missing step one in the basics of getting dressed. I was not overly bothered by the absence of my underwear, but I still wondered how I had either forgotten the garb or misplaced them somewhere between showering and the bedroom.
I turned to the dresser in search of a pair of replacement boxers, but my attention was diverted to my girlfriend, Randi. She was already dressed and prepared to leave for our friend's party. She was stunning. The party was an informal, come as you are, affair; but Randi had a way of making sure that she always looked fantastic.
Her hair, a curly mane of beautiful brown, hung free in waves of ringlets. Her face was smooth and had a tan tone common to European-Russian women. Her thin neck led to her graceful shoulders as they protruded the sides of her sleeveless shirt. The shirt was jet-black and hid most shadows, but it could not do so much as to hide the curves of her lovely breasts. The light faded into the darkness of her shirt as I looked over her flat stomach and down to the jeans she had basically painted on. To top it off, she wore high heeled shoes that barely stayed in sight beneath the flairs at the bottoms of her pant legs. In short, she was absolutely sexy.
Randi stood in the doorway with her hands pressed to the outer portion of the door trim. "What are you looking for?" she asked as if she had already forgotten why I had just shouted to her.
"I thought I laid out some boxers, but..."
She cut me off. "You did," then she grinned, "but I put them away."
"Why did you do that?" There was no attempt to be coy. I was noticeably confused by her gesture.
"You should wear these instead," she softly commanded as she revealed her hands from behind the door trim.
Each of her index fingers was hooked into the opposite sides of the waistband to a shiny purple thong. The purple was broken up by small, pink flowers that were placed in pattern across the material. I suddenly realized that I had seen that pair of panties before. It was the same thong that she wore the night that I fucked her for the first time.
"I don't think so," I protested, "we're going to a party with a bunch of people I don't know from Adam."
She tossed the thong to me and said, "Put them on." It was apparent that she was not kidding about me wearing the panties, so I removed my towel and stepped into the dainty fabric.
The material stretched as I pulled it over my thighs and up to my hips. The rear strand found its place between my cheeks and the front material cupped snuggly around my unit. It was not the first time I had worn panties as Randi and I had our history of kinky sex, but I still was turned on. My cock began to swell inside the soft material and Randi took notice.
"You look sexy," she purred as she stepped from the doorway and reached out to grab my cock through her panties. "Are you going to be able to keep this under control tonight?" She asked a simple question that should have had a simple answer, but I was unsure if I would be able to refrain from getting a hard on at the party.
"I'm sure I'll be fine," a smiled out a lie. Then she suggested that I finish getting dressed so we could leave. I did so and remarked how exposed my ass felt as it made contact with the insides of my jeans. I was soon ready and we left.
The car ride to the party was interesting to say the very least. I knew that it would be for the simple fact that just sitting down into the car felt good. As I sat, the fabric of the thong grazed against my cock and ever so lightly moved across the rim of my ass. It was rare that I ever wore a thong, let alone panties, and the feeling was sensational. Furthermore, I had never done so in public and the excitement of the situation heightened the feeling.
While in the car, Randi made it a point to mention how sexy I looked in her panties as she teased and toyed with me outside of my jeans. She would rub my cock until it was semi-hard then stop before I became completely aroused. Luck would have it that it was a long drive to the party and Randi had it in mind to make it as long as possible.
We finally arrived and Randi slipped into party mode. She was quickly with cocktail and in conversation with friends. I only knew two people that were supposed to be at the party, neither of whom ever showed. By no stretch am I a shy person, so I quickly made party-friends and found conversation. I talked and kept social standard, but I never let my mind wonder from the fact that I was wearing women's underwear. I tried to make sure that I always sat on a solid-back chair, a high-back sofa, or simply stood. I was paranoid about the tee shirt lifting too high or my jeans sliding too low to reveal my secret like every young tart has done at one time or another.
The party went into the stages of winding down and everyone was leaving. I had made it through unknown to anyone other than me and Randi. I was relieved. We shook hands and hugged, the host thanked us for coming, then he turned to talk to Randi for only a moment longer. His wife, Susan, was one of the few people at the party which I had actually enjoyed for conversation. In a good-bye effort, I gave her a hug and stated that it was a pleasure meeting her. She responded likewise then covertly whispered, "I like your panties."
I immediately felt my face flush red and I was not able to muster any words. She just looked at me with a wink and a grin as if to say she would not say anything to anyone. I was thankful as Randi and I left for home.
