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Chastity Panties Pt 03

Chastity Panties Pt 03

by jeanpanty
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End of Part 2

As he got in his truck and headed to his first job, he felt the panties start rubbing his cock again. Hardly a mile from his apartment he was rock hard inside his panties and wondering how he was going to work all day like this.

Part 3

By the time Chuck gets to his first work site he was squirming in his seat as he drove. The panties were rubbing him very slowly. The slow rubbing kept him rock hard and had his cock tingling and aching. Just as he was about to grab his work bag and get out of the truck, he glanced down at his mid-section one more time to make sure no silk or lace was poking out. He gave a sigh of relief at seeing nothing that would indicate that he was wearing women's underwear and that thankfully his bulge wasn't making a tent in his pants.

As he worked on replacing the kitchen faucet and replacing the plumbing that fed it Chuck couldn't help but squirm around a bit as the panties just kept rubbing him. He had gotten the new faucet installed and was under the sink working on the water lines. As he was tightening the fittings for the cold-water line the panties gave him a long hard rub. The sudden hard rub and subsequent throb it sent through his cock caused Chuck to lose his grip on the wrench. The wrench slipped off the pipe pulling it off the waterline. When it fell it knocked into the water valve turning it enough open the line and Chuck found himself being sprayed with water.

Chuck cursed loudly as he scrambled to shut the waterline off. After drying himself off he was able to get the lines put together properly. As he got in his truck to leave, he couldn't help but let out a massive sigh at the situation he was in. How was he supposed to work with these panties driving him crazy like this?

Chuck did a couple more jobs and by sheer willpower managed to keep from making any more messes despite the fact that the panties continued to rub him and drive him crazy. Just like at the first job they seemed to know when he was working the most important part and upped their teasing trying to distract him. At one point he had to hold his legs together to try to dampen the tingling and throbbing as he re-attached a drainage line.

Around 1 Chuck decided a little lunch was in order and drove to a sub shop. He went in an ordered a sandwich and sat down at a small table and began to eat. As he ate, he noticed three young attractive college age girls come in. He admired the view as the trio ordered and then moved to a table behind him. He continued to eat as he heard the girls talking and eating. As he continued to eat though he noticed the girls behind him got quiet and started talking in whispers. He could only pick up little bits.

"It can't be!" chuck heard one girl whisper with astonishment.

"But there's no mistaking it! Look!" he heard another say.

"But why? I mean why?!" chuck heard.

Chuck finished his lunch and picked up his tray and headed to dump it. As he dumped his tray and refilled his drink, he heard the girls openly giggling. As he walked past them to the exit the three seemed to devolve into uncontrollable fits of giggles. Chuck wondered what they found so amusing as he got back in his truck. He soon got his answer when he felt an itch on his lower back. He reached around himself and upon reaching his lower back he was shocked to feel bare skin and not his work shirt. After alleviating the itch, he reached down, and a thrill of horror shot through him as he felt about a half inch of silk and lace.

Chuck was mortified to learn that his shirt had ridden up and his panties exposed. And not just exposed but exposed to three attractive girls at that. Chuck quickly slid his seat back and tucked his shirt in and tightened his belt in an attempt to keep it tucked in. Chuck was confused as he started to drive to his next work sight. He'd never had problems with his shirt staying tucked in before. He purposely bought longer work shirts to wear because the last thing he wanted was the classic 'plumbers crack' as he worked. As he cut the AC on high to try to cool himself off from the embarrassment that was flooding through him, he thought that he would prefer the plumber's crack.

Chuck managed to get through most, most being the important word, of the afternoon with no more mishaps. His last job brought him back to Park Place and he drove past Sandy's house on his way to this job. He briefly wondered whether or not Sandy knew that he had nicked her panties and that he was now in sexual torment for it. A block over from Sandy's house he pulled into a driveway in front of a house that looked remarkably similar to Sandy's. Chuck thought the house was probably not quite as big but was still massive and the yard just as well manicured. Instead of a Jaguar coupe, this housewife drove a large Range Rover SUV.

Chuck grabbed his bag and was soon knocking on the door. He was soon greeted by a short plump (but in all the right places to Chuck) woman with both wide hips and a wide bustline. Long sleek black hair went about halfway down her back. Like Sandy she was wearing a skintight grey workout t-shirt and skintight black leggings. Chuck was enamored right away and had to catch his breath not only from her but from his panties starting to rub again.

Chuck struggled to pay attention as she introduced herself as Angie and explained the problem she was having with her kitchen sink. He followed her gorgeous curvy hips to the kitchen where she showed him the leaky faucet. Chuck gave a slight sigh of relief that this last job of the day would be easy. A quick examination showed the leak was simply a worn gasket in the faucet. Chuck not only replaced that one gasket, but all of them once again proving that while he was a pervert he wanted to give quality work.

Chuck packed up his tools and went and found Angie in the living room. He explained the issue and what he did, and she thanked him for helping him as she paid the bill. Chuck bent down to pick up his workbag again and as he straightened back up, he suddenly felt his pants slipping down his legs and puddling up at his ankles.

Chuck froze for a second as he realized what was happening. He looked down and saw his shirt had ridden up leaving his silk and lace panties, along with his nearly fully erect cock pressing against them, on full display in front of Angie. Angie was too stunned to do anything except give a slight yelp of surprise as she watched Chuck's pants drop, and his shirt ride up exposing the fact that he was wearing women's underwear.

After freezing for a few seconds Chuck bent down again slowly setting his bag back on the floor before grabbing his pants and pulling them up. He was burning with embarrassment as he got his pants up around his waist and tightened his belt.

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"I'm sorry." Chuck said in a low voice. "I don't know what happened. I guess my belt was loose." This shook Angie from her state of shock, and she said in a timid voice,

"Don't worry about it, things happen. Thanks for your help." Neither wanted to address the white elephant in the room...

Chuck thanked her for her understanding and quickly made his exit. Chuck drove home as quick as he could. At this point he was desperate to get home and spare himself any further embarrassment. Once he got home, he made a beeline to get inside and let out a deep breath he didn't know he had been holding once he shut his front door behind him.

Chuck opened his fridge and pulled out a beer and popped it open and took several greedy swallows. This soothed his nerves a little as he plopped down on his sofa. As he drank his beer Chuck was trying to remember a worse day than this that he had had. He was sure there was one, but he just couldn't think of it. It can't get much worse than being seen wearing women's underwear by a hot woman, can it?

Chuck quickly finished one beer and got another as he pondered what to do about the situation he was in. He stood up and took his pants off and once again tried to take the panties off, and once again they refused to budge. He thought about going to talk to Sandy and admitting what he had done and asking if she knew anything about the panties he had taken. The dialogue flashed through his mind,

"Hi Sandy, I stole a pair of your panties that I'm now wearing and have somehow sealed themselves to me and I can't get them off and they're teasing my cock to death and embarrassing me in front of gorgeous women. Can you help me?"

Chuck couldn't help but laugh at his own idea and at that point dismissed the idea of talking to Sandy.

***

While Chuck was downing beers and wondering how he was going to get out of the situation he was Sandy was handing her friend Angie a glass of wine as the two of them sat down on her deck.

"So, I called that plumber you told me about and had him come and fix my faucet." Angie said.

"Oh yeah." Sandy said. "Did he get it fixed?"

"Oh yeah." Angie said clearly trying hard not to laugh.

"Well, what happened girl? Spill it!" Sandy said.

"How do you know something happened?" Angie asked.

Sandy scoffed at her friend and said, "Oh come on, you've been trying not to bust out laughing ever since you called and asked to come over. I'm surprised your face isn't hurting. Even now the corners of your lips are trembling like you're trying not to laugh."

"Ok, ok." Angie said panting in an admission of her state of humor. She stifled a giggle as she said, "So I had just paid him, and he was getting ready to leave. And he bent down to pick up his bag and as he stood back up his pants fell down!"

With that Angie fully lost control and busted out laughing. It was contagious because Sandy was soon laughing with her. As soon as they stopped laughing Angie said eagerly, "But that's not all."

"What?!" Sandy said eagerly.

"You're never going to believe this girl!" Angie said. "He was wearing PANTIES!!"

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"WHAT?!" Sandy said loudly not believing what she was believing.

"I swear I'm not making this up!" Angie said. "He was wearing silky panties with roses printed on them. AND HE WAS HARD WEARING THEM!" That brought another chorus of laughter.

Both girls were soon bent over holding their sides laughing as hard as they could. Several times they seemed on the verge of stopping only to start laughing all over again. Finally, after several minutes and several attempts to get control over themselves Sandy and Angie managed to stop laughing.

"Oh my god I'm weak!" Sandy said as she sat back down.

"You and me both!" Angie said as she sat down to.

The two ladies sat for a moment sipping their wine as they continued to calm down from their laughing fits. Finally, Sandy said,

"You know I'd heard he has a thing for women's panties."

"Really?" Angie said.

"Yeah, some of the other women in the neighborhood have said they noticed they were missing panties after having him at their houses."

Angie looked at her friend with a look of surprise on her face. "Well he was here, are any of your panties missing?"

Sandy smirked at her friend and Angie's mouth dropped open in surprise.

"He stole a pair of your panties?" Angie said shocked. "And you let me call him?!"

Sandy waived her hand at Angie and said, "Girl I knew he wouldn't bother your panties after taking mine."

Angie gave her friend a puzzled look.

Sandy smiled at her friends perplexed state and said, "Let's just say he won't be taking anymore panties."

"How do you know that?" Angie asked.

"That'll be a conversation for another time girl." Sandy said.

"But..." Angie started to say.

"I promise I'll explain everything." Sandy said. "And let you know what I do next."

That seemed to placate Angie for the time being. "I wish I could have seen that bulge in his panties." Sandy said. At that the two friends started laughing again.

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