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Chastity Panties Pt 04

Chastity Panties Pt 04

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End of Part 3

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.

***

Part 4

After downing several beers Chuck was finally able to fall asleep. A few hours later he woke up feeling rubbing between his legs. As his senses cleared, he realized the panties were rubbing him again and he was rock hard. He was quickly on the edge of cumming again, but just like every time he had tried to bring himself over the edge the last couple of days it just wouldn't happen. Chuck whimpered as he once again tried to rub himself to the finish through the panties to no avail. The ache of blue balls was back and even more pronounced after not being able to cum for so long. It didn't help that it had been over a week since he had last jacked off having had an extremely busy week and having no energy by the time he got home to jack off.

After several minutes of again trying to get his cock to explode, Chuck half sighed, half whimpered and sank back into his bed. The panties continued to rub him, and his cock was on fire tingling and throbbing which while feeling really good was not what Chuck wanted and needed. He needed to explode, he knew there was a gallon of cum between his legs that he needed to blast out and he was unable to. After a few more minutes of teasing him, the panties stopped rubbing him and started massaging his waist and glutes and slowly Chuck relaxed and fell back to sleep.

A few hours later Chuck awoke to his alarm blaring in his ear. After shutting the alarm off Chuck thought about calling out of work. He rarely missed work, the last time being when he had covid, but the thought of another day like the one he'd had made him consider it for a bit as he laid in bed. He quickly dismissed the notion though because, like most working-class people, he needed the money. With that in mind Chuck slowly got out of bed and made his way into the bathroom to complete his morning routine.

After he had taken a shower Chuck was in the process of pulling out his work clothes when an idea suddenly hit him. After a couple more failed attempts to pull the panties off Chuck grabbed a pair of scissors hoping he could cut them off of himself. Happy at the thought of finally being rid of the maddening panties Chuck opened the scissors and attempted to force the blade under the waistband of his panties. Chuck was quickly disappointed when the scissors vanished from his hand just like his boxers had the prior morning.

Chuck sighed as he started to pull his clothes on. He wondered for the thousandth time what he had gotten himself into as the panties started to rub him yet again. By the time he was fully dressed Chuck's cock was tingling and throbbing again and Chuck was already regretting the decision to try to cut the panties off of himself. It seemed like the panties didn't appreciate the attempted assault and were intent on tormenting him for it. As he walked out the door and got in his truck, Chuck was having a hard time walking straight because of the amplified sensations between his legs.

The rubbing never let up as Chuck made the 45-minute ride out to the country to his first customer of the day. An old lady who lived alone in an old farmhouse needed a new hot water heater installed. He had ordered the hot water heater and had confirmed that it had been delivered the prior afternoon, so now all he had to do was install it and make sure it worked. As he drove down the long driveway Chuck made a small prayer for no clothing mishaps while he was here. He wasn't sure how he was going to function if the panties kept rubbing him like they had been since he got dressed.

Chuck was thankful that as he got out of the truck the panties seemed to show a little mercy and stopped rubbing him for the most part. They slowed from long hard rubs to a slow crawl rub that while still noticeable and still kept him rock hard was much easier to deal with. After grabbing his bag, Chuck went and knocked on the front door. He was surprised when the door was opened not by an old lady, but by a young cute country girl wearing jeans and a check patterned shirt.

"Oh hi, I'm Chuck, I'm here to install your new water heater." he said.

"Hi, come on in." the girl said in a cheery voice smiling at him. "I'm Lacey by the way. My grandma is staying at my place until we could get the hot water fixed. She wasn't feeling good this morning, so she asked me to come out here and let you in."

"Oh ok." Chuck said he followed her through the house. Chuck felt his cock throb again as he watched Lacey walk in front of him. Her rear end looked incredible in the form fitting jeans she had on. Chuck shook the thought from his mind as he followed her down the stairs into the basement. He didn't need any more mishaps now. As they descended the stairs Chuck could smell the remnants of stagnant water. He looked past Lacey and was relieved to see a dry floor below. He wouldn't have to call a team to get the water out.

Lacey led him over to a corner near the washer and dryer and said, "Well here it is." she said. "The new heater is just outside that sliding door." she added gesturing to a sliding glass door. "I'll be upstairs if you need anything."

"Thanks." Chuck said and then watched as Lacey turned to leave. "I will be turning the water off in a few minutes."

As he heard the door above him shut Chuck turned and got to work. After shutting the water off he unhooked the feeds from the old heater and unbolted it from the floor. The old heater was clearly as old as the house and Chuck couldn't help but be surprised that it lasted as long as it had. A little over an hour later, Chuck had the old heater on the back of his truck, to turn in for recycling, and the new heater installed.

While he was installing the new hot water heater, Chuck almost forgot the situation he was in between his legs. He almost forgot because any time an image of Lacey and her cute smile or that rear end in those painted on jeans flashed through his mind the panties would start rubbing him again and he was soon aching and throbbing. It was a real job trying not to squirm as he told Lacey that he was done and that they should have no further problems with hot water, but if they did to call him.

As she handed him her credit card to pay one of Lacey's fingers briefly brushed against Chuck's hand and he felt a jolt of sexual energy shoot through him. Again, he had to resist the urge to squirm as he ran her card with the pay app on his phone. Their fingers brushed again when he handed her her card back and Chuck knew he was being flirted with.

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"Thanks." Lacey said with a cute smile.

"Sure thing." Chuck said. "Well, hate to duck and run, but got other jobs to get to today." he added awkwardly. The two said their goodbyes and Chuck left. In his truck he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in. As he turned around and drove down the long driveway off the farm his mind replayed the interaction with Lacey. Chuck again sighed in frustration at his current predicament. She was clearly flirting with him and if he wasn't stuck wearing a pair of panties that continued to torment him sexually, he certainly would have flirted back, but he got the impression that she wouldn't appreciate his choice in underwear...

After a quick follow up visit on a job he had done last week, it was nearing lunch time, so Chuck pulled into a burger joint to get something to eat. Chuck briefly thought of going through the drive through after what had happened the day before, but he needed to pee, so he went inside.

Inside the fast-food place, Chuck locked himself in a stall and went about relieving himself. As he finished peeing Chuck felt the familiar sensation of the panties pulling back into their normal shape. He saw his cock pull back under the fly of his work pants. As he was about to zip back up Chuck watched in horror as his clothes vanished and he found himself standing in the stall with nothing but his panties on.

Chuck let you a yelp as he realized what had happened to him. As he took stock of his situation a guy outside the stall clearly heard him and asked, "You ok in there buddy?"

"Yeah I'm fine." Chuck said trying not to sound awkward. "Just got a cramp in my leg is all." Chuck could feel his heart going a hundred miles per hour as he tried to think of a way out of this terrible situation he found himself in. He sat down on the commode and put his face in his hands in despair as no ideas were coming to him. Just as he was resigned to attempting to make a beeline for his truck and hoping for the best Chuck suddenly felt his clothes re-appear on him. He let out a sigh of relief and double checked his clothes before exiting the stall. Not wanting to stand in the long line or risk exposure, Chuck decided to revert to his original plan and go through the drive through.

Chuck quickly got back in his truck and pulled into the drive through line. The line was moving surprisingly fast considering it was now the lunch hour and within a few minutes Chuck was at the board and ordering a combo. A few minutes later he was at the window and handed the employee his credit card and waited for it to be swiped. As the cashier handed him his card back Chuck grabbed his wallet from the console where he set it after pulling his card out. After putting the card back in his wallet, Chuck arched his hips to put it back in his pocket. He was shocked to see that his pants were gone. All he had on was his work shirt and panties. And his work shirt was suddenly several inches shorter leaving no doubt as to what he had on underneath.

Chuck had no time to think or even to panic as the cashier turned and handed him his bag of food and soda. He hoped and prayed that the young girl didn't see his panties as he reached out to grab his order. As he dropped the drink in the cup holder and dropped the bag between his legs he heard her give a slight yelp and he knew she saw everything...After mumbling a quick thanks Chuck drove ahead and pulled into the larger parking lot of the grocery store in the plaza. He pulled off to an isolated corner to collect his thoughts and try to eat.

Chuck was once again burning from embarrassment and reached over and turned on the AC full blast as he took a massive chug on his soda and tried to calm his nerves. Chuck looked at the clock on the dashboard and knew he had about 40 minutes until he had to be at his next appointment. He tried his best to eat his lunch as best he could and calm his nerves while hoping his pants would re appear. A couple of times he was almost overcome with nausea and eventually gave up eating as he once again contemplated his predicament.

Chuck had never been one to believe in magic or the paranormal. Even as a kid he figured that magic tricks had to be some sort of sleight of hand and wasn't disanointed when people told him it was. But vanishing clothes and panties that somehow wouldn't come off certainly was no sleight of hand. Clearly, he was in way over his head and wasn't sure of how to get out without suffering more embarrassment. Once again, he thought about going back to Sandy and telling her the truth. The idea was still quite laughable and awkward, but Chuck didn't dismiss it outright as he had the day before. Something had to be done after all. He couldn't continue with things like this or the whole city would know about his situation...

***

After lunch Chuck's next job went smooth leading him into a false sense of security as he walked down the aisle of the hardware store. Noticing he was low on a few supplies and with a little time to spare before his next job, so he decided a trip to the hardware store would be a good idea saving him the errand after work. He walked down the aisles putting what he needed into a hand basket he was carrying. He quickly found what he needed and even added a few other things it never hurt to have extra of. Again, he might be a pervert, but he always wanted to be prepared to get his work done.

As he retrieved several roles of plumber's tape and dropped them in his basket he heard a familiar voice.

"Well, well, well, fancy seeing you here."

Chuck turned and saw his either on again, off again girlfriend or FWB depending on how you looked at it, Colleen. Colleen looked similar to Sandy although not as fit and he hair was a lighter bleach blond and clearly dyed. While Chuck liked her, and she was always great in bed their efforts at a serious relationship had never worked out.

"Oh, hi Colleen." Chuck said smiling at her. "What brings you here?"

"Getting some paint and stuff to redo my living room." Colleen said. The pair walked down the aisle as Colleen grabbed a couple of paint brushes and rollers and put in her basket.

Chuck couldn't help but chuckle as he said, "Again?!" Colleen fancied herself an expert in interior design and was always re decorating her apartment. He'd personally helped her do it several times. Colleen giggled and playfully punched Chuck in the arm.

As the pair rounded the corner at the end of the aisle Chuck saw cases of caulk on the endcap and was on sale. Knowing a few extra tubes of caulk would never go to waste he grabbed a couple of tubes of white caulk from a middle shelf on the endcap. Seeing clear caulk on the bottom shelf he bent down and picked up a couple of tubes. As he grabbed the tubes and stood back up, he heard Colleen say,

"Wow. I never knew you were into that sort of thing."

Chuck turned and saw Colleen giving him a devilish smile.

"What do you mean?" Chuck quickly asked.

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"Wearing panties." Colleen said grinning at him. "Your shirt is untucked in the back and the waistband is showing."

Chuck felt the heat rising in his face as he reached around behind himself with his free hand and was shocked to feel his shirt tail hanging loose and not very long. Yes, his panties had been seen by some girls at a restaurant and by Angie the day before, but this was different, Colleen was someone he not only knew but knew intimately. That made the embarrassment even worse.

Colleen's devilish grin softened a bit as she saw Chuck's embarrassment. "Chuck don't be embarrassed. You're not the first guy to have a thing for that." She then leaned in and kissed the bottom of his chin and Chuck felt her hand press against the front of his pants. HIs cock, that hadn't fully deflated since he put the panties on surged under her touch and once again was throbbing.

"Hmm." Colleen said giving him a knowing grin. "I wish I had time to get some of that right now. Unfortunately, I had just enough time to come in here to get a few things before an appointment. Rain check?"

"Yeah." Chuck said automatically without thinking as he tried to catch his breath. He could now feel the panties squeezing his hardon and he was trying to maintain his balance.

"I look forward to it." Colleen said. "Make sure you wear those panties."

The two quickly said their goodbyes after that and back in his truck Chuck wondered what he had gotten into. He hoped by the time Colleen cashed in that rain check he will have found a way out of his panty predicament, or it would be a very awkward evening indeed. As he drove to his last job of the day the panties were still squeezing his cock, and he was trying to ignore the massive ache between his legs.

***

Chuck was almost happy. Or as happy as a guy could be who is wearing panties that he can't get off that tease his cock almost nonstop and won't let him have a proper orgasm. He had finished his last job of the day and, knock on wood, there were no embarrassing mishaps. He had finished installing Mrs. Walsh's new toilet and had packed up his tool bag and was about to walk out of her bathroom and report to her that he had finished.

After double checking that he had left nothing out of his bag, Chuck threw it over his shoulder and walked out of the bathroom into Mrs. Walsh's bedroom. As he walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom he looked up and saw Mrs. Walsh walking into it. For a slit second Chuck was glad that he wouldn't have to go in search of her. That split second of relief was quickly replaced with shock and fear as Chuck felt his clothes vanish off of him leaving him in nothing but his panties.

Chuck had no time to react before Mrs. Walsh had fully rounded the doorway and entered the room. Chuck saw her in almost slow motion turn her head to face him as she walked into the room. He saw her eyes grow big around as saucers as she saw him in his nearly nude state. The surprise though was quickly replaced with anger.

"What the fuck?!" she said in a loud forceful voice.

"I can explain." Chuck stammered out.

"What kind of pervert are you?" Mrs. Walsh said her voice rising. Before Chuck could try to say anything else she said, "Get the fuck out of here right now.!"

"But I..." Chuck tried to say but Mrs. Walsh cut him off.

"I said get out of my house right now, or I'm calling the police you pervert."

When he still didn't move Mrs. Walsh said, "I'm going to count to ten and if you're not out of my house I'm calling the police. One, two,...

Chuck knew then he'd better move and took off. He was out of her room and down the stairs in a flash. Before he knew it he was out the front door and crossing the driveway to his truck. He fished the spare key out of its hiding place and was soon in the cab starting it up and driving off. It wasn't until he was a few blocks down the road that Chuck noticed his clothes were suddenly back on him as if nothing had ever happened.

Chuck drove home almost in a daze. He was way to shaken up over what had just happened to even try to think about anything else. Once he got to his apartment, he made a beeline to get inside and breathed a sigh of relief once he had made it inside without exposing himself. Inside, Chuck grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and sat down on the sofa. After downing about half of it in one go, he set the bottle down on the coffee table and put his face in his hands.

After getting himself under control again Chuck got another beer and picked up the stack of mail, he had picked up on the way in. After rooting out the usual junk mail he found a pink envelope addressed to him in handwriting he didn't recognize. A glance at the return address though quickly filled Chuck with dread. It read 327 Park Drive. Chuck's hands were almost trembling as he opened the envelope. He pulled two pieces of paper, one modern, the other looked rather old. The modern one read,

Hi Chuck,

I know it's been an interesting couple of days for you. I guess I should have warned you before you went snooping through my panty drawer that I have some rather unique garments in there...And the pair you took happens to be the most unique. The next page gives a history of the garment you're currently wearing. Hope you enjoy it....

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