Elaine's Panties
I have a friend who puts forth the image of the super-macho alpha male. He plays golf, hunts, watches football on TV and ogles the ladies in our social group.
His wife is a curvaceous woman who had turned my head for decades. I'd really like to get into her panties, both figuratively and literally. I have been secretly sneaking into her laundry hamper for years and pilfering her panties, nighties, bras, girdles and anything else I can snag. I take them home with me and wear them, fondle myself with them and masturbate in, on and with them. I don't know how many gallons of semen I have squirted into her big luxurious and silky nylon lingerie.
I should have known that she would find me out and did. But she never told me for years, until one evening I excused myself and went to the upstairs bath to relieve myself. I did my usual rummaging through the hamper and came up with a couple of pairs of panties. I smelled of the gussets and rubbed them over my cock, then stuffed them in my pockets. That's when she stepped into the room.
"How long have you been doing this, violating my things?"
I hemmed and hawed and gave it up. "I've been stealing your underwear for some years, now. It's as close to the real thing as I ever figured I get," I replied. The jig was up, and there was no use in trying to lie my way out of trouble.
"Well, frankly, it turns me on to think that you find me attractive, but what is it that attracts you? Is it the thought of doing something naughty?"
"No, I never thought about being caught. I just like your smell, and, to tell the truth, I love the feel of women's silky garments against my skin. I love to wear your things, too, but the thought that they are touching me in places where they had touched you, and your aroma just send me over the edge."
"I appreciate your candor, but we must figure out what we should do, now that the truth is out. Darryl is going to be out of town next week, and perhaps you and I can get to know each other a bit better."
"I think I would like that very much."
The next week, Elaine called me and asked me to come to her house for dinner. Darryl would be out, but we could visit, have a nice dinner and a drink. We set up the date for Thursday evening.
Thursday evening, I knocked on Elaine's door promptly at 7:00pm with flowers and a bottle of wine. She came to the door wearing a simple print dress and casual shoes. I was happy with that because I had assumed to dress casually and wore a button-down shirt and slacks with loafers. She invited me to the kitchen to chat while she finished preparing seafood and a salad for supper. I opened the wine and poured us both a glass. We chatted over supper and then cleaned up and went to the lounge.
Elaine started the conversation abruptly by asking if I was wearing men's or women's underwear, and could she see it. I told her that I was wearing panties and stockings. Since all the cards were on the table, I stood and removed my shoes and socks, then my pants and shirt. I stood naked except for my silk stockings and my nylon brief panties. I told her that I had been wearing panties solely since she had caught me sniffing and masturbating in hers last week.
"Why do you wear them? Are you gay? Some kind of predator or something? I don't mean to be critical. I like to know who I'm dealing with. Tell me about it."
I figured there was no sense lying, so I just came right out and told her that since age eleven or twelve I had been using and, when I could, wearing my sister's and my mother's panties, slips and silky nightgowns. I liked wearing my sister's best because she was closer to my size. But when I masturbated with the silky nylon, I liked my mother's best because they were larger and more luxurious. There was a period while I was in the service that I didn't indulge my fetish, but other than that I have been a lifelong panty-boy. I had been buying my own stuff since then but felt a bit uncomfortable. My wife, Linda didn't mind buying me silky things but didn't always hit the mark thinking what I might like. When the internet came along, I started buying my silky things on-line.
By now just talking about wearing panties and the feeling of silky nylon was causing my cock to rise in my panties, and Elaine's face was beginning to flush and her breathing speed up. She reached out and touched the head of it through my panties and I shuddered with a small dry orgasm. I learned to have them over the years while edging toward the big explosive cums that one enjoys after edging for hours and perhaps days at a time. If you haven't learned to experience them, you should get busy and learn because they are very nice, and when you do finally have that big cum it will leave you exhausted and breathless. They are especially nice when enjoying them with someone you love.
"Should we take care of that now or would you like to wait until later?" she asked. "As you like," I replied.
She led me to her bedroom and had me lie on the bed. Then she started stroking my cock through my panties; not quite jacking me off but running the backs of her fingers up and down through my panties. My cock was straining to get out of my panties and my balls were drawing up like they were ready to blast my cum out. Then she moved around, placing her crotch over my face. Her pussy looked delicious in her panties and I so wanted to get my nose and tongue into it. But as I raised my head, she raised herself up just out of my reach, but kept rubbing my cock through my panties. I moaned and grunted and tensed as my orgasm had arrived and there was no stopping it. Then she lowered her pussy to my face and allowed me to lick and suck her to her own cum.