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.
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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.