This is a continuation of a series involving my relationship with two girls in my younger days and how they enabled my lingerie fetish. It works as a stand-alone story but refers back to previous chapters that are hot in their own right. I hope that you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Several days had passed since that torrid episode with Debbie and her anonymous "friend" at the "Temptations" lingerie store. Things at work were busy with a few long days but when I had a few moments to think for myself, I kept flashing back between the scenes in the dressing room and how it morphed into a serious fucking while parked in the back seat of my car that evening. I had gotten home a little earlier one night and it was time to catch up on things like laundry. I had washed Debbie's pink, come soaked panties along with some of my own clothes and was putting things away. I picked up the pink panties, running the lustrous satin through my fingertips, the silky fabric felt just heavenly to my touch. I could still remember how they looked and felt against Debbie's firm ass and the way that they rippled and shone as I fucked her doggie style while she was slurping on that guy's cock. As I moved to add them to my secret stash in the back of my top drawer, my heart began beating faster, a mixture of sexual arousal, and the knowledge that social norms forbid my possession of women's underwear. As my cock got harder, I rationalized that this was different. These sexy mementos had been freely given to me by Debbie and Sara and the bulge in my pants dictated my next actions.
I reached into the back of the drawer, retrieving my entire stash of panties and bras. I held up the pink Barbizon briefs that Sara had given me, and without any more thought, dropped my tighty whitys and pulled on those panties, my head swooning from the sensation of the fabric against my skin. With a second similar motion, I also put on the Navy-Blue pair that Debbie had given me. Holy fuck did that feel good, two layers of panties slipping and sliding against each other and my skin. I stood there, my cock now rock hard, I held the remaining three panties and two bras against my face, eyes closed, every nerve ending stimulated by the sensation of this underwear on my skin. I rubbed them against my temples, my cheeks, my chin, and my lips. I kissed and licked the satin crotches, imagining myself licking them while Debbie was wearing them. I inhaled the feminine scent of fabric softener, I swear, I was now so stimulated that I could have come right then and there, but I had other plans.
I shut out the bedroom light, the only illumination now coming from the night light in the hall as it shined through the open door. I slid into bed, the double layer of satin panties gliding against my rock-hard cock and the sensitive skin of my ass cheeks.
I lay there, rubbing the panties and bras all over my chest, then down to my crotch, the additional layers of satin just enhancing the dirty feelings that I got from wearing panties. It wasn't long before I had Debbie's pink panties held back to my face, licking, and sucking them, while fishing out my cock to jerk it off with the rest of my lingerie collection. Once again, pornographic images of fucking Debbie while she sucked off that guy flashed through my mind. Memories of Sara jerking me off into her pink half-slip came to mind. I lay there, totally lost in my masturbatory sensations, my hand worked faster and faster. I couldn't hold on much longer. Finally, I came, shooting a huge load into all that silky underwear. I lay there, bathing in post orgasmic glow, realizing that, once again, I had just fucked a handful of women's underwear. I had absolutely lusted for the experience. I wasn't gay, I didn't want to be a girl, but the whole forbidden thing, from wearing panties to the feeling of the satin against my skin, to jerking off and coming in that lingerie was one of the most intense sexual feelings I had ever experienced.
My heart settled down, I set the come soaked bras and panties on my nightstand. I fell asleep while still wearing those two pairs of panties. I loved the way that the panties felt, I loved looking at lingerie, I loved looking at women in lingerie, I even loved looking at pictures of women in lingerie. I saw pictures of naked women and wondered what they looked like in their underwear. I slept fitfully only to awaken in the middle of the night with another raging hard-on. I rubbed my panties against the length of my cock, involuntarily humping my hand. I reached over and grabbed the come soaked underwear from earlier and quickly jerked another load into those sexy garments. I fell back asleep, still clutching the bras and panties in my hands.
In the morning, I woke up with my face laying on all those silky panties. In my sleep, I must have laid them on my pillow as I moved about. I could feel the silky sensations against my face as well as against my cock and balls, for I was also still wearing two pairs of satin panties. I rolled onto my back and held the underwear against my face, the satin giving such a sexy, yet forbidden sensation. Although they now smelled of come, and parts of them were a little crusty, part of me felt a sense of pride in the amount of come that I had shot into those panties. I guess that is just what goes through a guy's mind, sort of the thrill that comes from shooting a load all over a girl's tits or face. It makes no real sense, but maybe it's just marking our territory.
Anyway, come stained or not, I held the panties close to my face, then I switched to the bras, envisioning Debbie's firm round tits filling out the satin and lace cups. I wadded up the panties and stuffed them into the cups of Debbie's white bra, then held that to my face, pretending that it was one of her tits that I was kissing. I could see the pink satin of Sara's panties showing through the lace portion of the cups, the two other pairs forming a silky pillowy stuffing. This got me hard again and next thing I knew, I was blowing a third wad into a handful of satin underwear!
Finally, I got up out of bed and headed to the laundry room to wash my stash of come soaked lingerie. I put them in the washer on the delicate setting and headed to the shower. As I soaped up, I kept thinking about my whole relationship with Debbie and Sara, and how their underwear factored into the most incredible sex that I could ever have imagined. These two girls sure enjoyed wearing the silkiest lingerie and they seemed to have no trouble indulging my fetish. For my part, I was going to enjoy the ride, especially since each of them was well aware that I was fucking her sister. Surely, I had no expectation of fidelity from either girl, and, I was certain that at least Debbie was fucking other guys. When I had accidentally discovered her blowing some guy, her nonchalant behavior indicated that this hadn't been her first time. Next, I pondered Sara's sex life. Did she have other guys? I had no room to talk, but part of me wanted to have my cake, and eat it too. I didn't want to have to choose between one or the other of them, but I also realized that I had better do something for Sara in order to even things out. I had recently bought Debbie a bra and two pairs of panties, not to mention that incredible night of sex! Yup, it was time to do something for Sara.
I began thinking about what Jen had said about the photography studio and boudoir photography. Suddenly, I had an idea! I would book the studio, buy Sara some new lingerie, and have Jen shoot some pictures of her for the two of us to enjoy. If I could get Sara to go for it, it would be the sexiest gift that I had ever gotten anyone!
That night, after work, I showered and then sped to the mall, directly into Temptations. The place was busy with several salesgirls busy talking to customers. I looked around and spotted Jen at the register ringing up some hot-looking red heads' purchase. She handed the lady her bag and broke into a smile as she recognized me.
"Oh, hi", she said, "I presume that that your lady liked your gifts." With a sly wink, she continued, "Are you back for more shopping?"
"Yes, I am" I replied, "But I'm also interested in your photography services as well."
Jen motioned for me to follow her to her office. It was elegantly designed, like the rest of the store, and the walls were decorated with all sorts of photos of various models dressed in all sorts of lingerie. All the photos were beautifully and tastefully done, and for me, I found them to be very erotic, such was my love for lingerie.
Jen offered me a seat and as she walked to her desk, I couldn't help but stare at her firm ass and long legs that were accented by a short and very tight skirt. Naturally, I began fantasizing about what color bra and panties she would be wearing, fuck was this hot.
"So", she began, "Are you interested in our studio or using some other location?"
