I was working for an IT consultancy firm and I’d been sent for a couple of weeks to a large multinational company on a project. I was put in one of the big open plan offices with “hot desks” which had terminals where anyone could take a seat and log in their company issue laptop.
The staff in the office were mostly female and young, and I was constantly distracted by the contents of short skirts, tight blouses and sheer nylons strolling by my desk. I had my eye on one bit of eye candy in particular, a woman called Stella, one of the managers. She was an attractive sophisticated looking brunette aged around thirty, about five years older than me.
As the days went by I began to notice how often Stella walked close to my desk. I also noticed how she smiled at me as if she was weighing me up and enjoyed knowing I was mentally undressing her. Back in my lonely hotel room every night Stella was a constant performer in my masturbation fantasies.
One day I came back to my desk after lunch and there next to my laptop was a cardboard folder. I opened it, and was amazed to find a pair of women’s panties inside. They were pale purple cotton edged with embroidery, very brief with just stringy ties at the side. They had obviously been recently worn and still showed where they had bulged over the wearer’s sex mound. There was even a dark pubic hair caught in the stitching. A yellow post it note was stuck right where the tiny triangle of purple cloth would have covered the wearer’s cunt with “Wet my knickers with your cum and I’ll be back for more” scribbled on it. But here was no clue as to whose panties they were.
Fortunately there was no one else around my desk. Whoever had left the note can’t have known that I’ve long been a panty fetishist. It started with my mother’s lingerie catalogues and the panties I borrowed from my mother’s laundry basket. I now keep a collection of women’s panties to play with, to wear for fun and to masturbate over. Now here was a woman as kinky as me who was turned on by having guys playing with her panties and splashing their load over them!
After finding my mystery admirer’s panties and the invitation to masturbate over them my straining hard penis was making it clear that it couldn’t wait till my hotel bedroom that night. I headed straight to the men’s washroom, locked myself in a cubicle, spread the panties on the seat and got my hard up penis out.
I was just about to masturbate over the panties when I had an idea. As well as playing with women’s panties I have another kinky secret. I post pictures and videos of my penis, of me in women’s panties and of me masturbating on porn sites on the internet. I had my phone with me. I set it to video and propped it on the tank.
I stripped naked, put the panties on and started taking the video. I played with my cock through the panties, stroking my erection rock hard through the thin taut cloth. I slowly took the panties off and held them hanging in front of my penis head brushing its tip. Then I masturbated till I jerked a hefty load of semen over the purple cotton. I caught the lot on video. Then I carefully folded the panties, put them back into the cardboard folder and returned to my desk to await the owner’s return. I didn’t have to wait long.
Toward the end of the day I was sitting at my terminal when I saw Stella strolling through the office. That day she was wearing a white blouse and a dark blue business skirt down just below her knees. Her skirt was tight enough over her backside to give glimpses of the outline of her panties underneath, with her shapely tanned legs bare down to her black high heels. As my lustful eyes involuntarily followed her she altered course, came toward my desk and sat on the swivel office chair at the terminal next to mine. She crossed her legs in an action which pulled her skirt high up her bare thighs.
The cardboard folder was on the desk top next to my laptop. Stella took it, opened it and pulled out the panties, now wet with my semen. She spread them out and smiled as she studied the big splash of semen on the front triangle of purple cloth then put them back in the folder.
“Did you enjoy wanking over my knickers?” Stella asked.
I didn’t know what to say, but before I could say anything Stella smoothly uncrossed her legs and spread them wide, pulling her skirt even higher up her thighs. As any man’s would, my eyes went down to the full frontal upskirt she was treating me to. I could see Stella’s naked cunt. Spreading her legs had pulled her vagina open. Her love lips were ringed with dark pubic hair and her labia were peeping out glistening pink.
“Shall I put my knickers back on or do you like seeing my cunt?” Stella asked. I was still lost for words, but then she said “I wish I’d been there to watch you shoot your cum.”
That time I knew exactly what to say. I picked up my phone.
“I can show you if you want,” I said.
Stella moved in closer to me. If anyone had seen us they would have assumed she was looking at my screen to see how my project was doing. It took just a moment to link my phone to my computer.
Then there I was on the screen, from my chest down, naked but for Stella’s purple panties. My hard cock was pushing the tiny front triangle out in a big cone showing the outline of my hard shaft and big round penis head through the thin taut purple cloth, with my balls and pubes showing at the sides. I flicked the top hem with my fingers and my straining shaft sprung out at the front so my hard up penis poked up high above the waistband.
Stella gasped, and her hand went down between her spread legs and she began to finger her pussy.
On the screen I slipped Stella’s panties slowly down and posed with them just below my hairy balls, thrusting my hips forward to show off my hard upright erection towering above the purple cloth. I fingered my penis and balls and flicked my stiff shaft before I took the panties completely off. Stella watched me play with her panties, hanging them on my cock, stroking them over my penis head and running them over my balls and between my legs.
As I played with her panties Stella reached out her spare hand and touched my thigh. I swivelled my chair toward her and spread my legs. Her hand went straight to the bulge of my penis through my trousers. I was hard erect and she gently stroked the ridge of my shaft.
“Get it out for me!” Stella whispered excitedly, “There’s no one around to see us.”
I unzipped, and eased my erect penis out of my briefs. It was sticking up vertically. Stella purred softly as she ran her light fingertips over my straining shaft and the big round purple-pink head and I grunted as I fought not to cum.
On the screen I held Stella’s panties hanging in front of my penis head brushing its tip. Stella’s eyes were locked on the screen, and her fingers played between her legs as the screen showed me turn so my hard up penis was sticking out in profile and then showed me wrap my thumb and forefinger round my penis just below its head. On the screen I began to masturbate, tugging and stroking my foreskin, sliding my hand right up over my knob. The phone microphone had also caught my grunts of sex pleasure.
