This is a story about a guy finding out he liked wearing panties and a woman that found out she liked it too. She also found her first guy that would eat her out.
Yes, that's true. I never would have thought that, but after I was roaming the internet and going into some of the old chat rooms of a few years back I happened across a woman. She claimed to be in her 40's and I had no reason to doubt it as we chatted. We both told each other we were married and just looking for something different like chatting with someone of the opposite sex about things we may or may not do actually but just to get the old ticker going. WOW, that sounds like an old man.
We were both in our 40's. Karen was her name. I think I was about 5 years older than she but non the less, we hit it off. I liked asking her what color panties she wore, she liked telling me what color and style.
After several weeks of talking once or twice a week since I worked at home and could chat on line during the day, we found out a lot about each other.
One of the first things she told me was that her husband had never went down on her. I almost thought it was the other way around, that there were women out there that didn't like sucking a guy's cock.
Now that really took me by surprise. "Never", I asked.
"No", she replied. "I have sucked him off", she told me, "but he has never returned the pleasure", she said.
That allowed me to start really turning her on. I told her that I loved to, In fact, I never thought I was that big and I guess most guys have a really hard time making a woman climax just with penis penetration but I always licked any female I had been with first or together as in a 69 option, but I at least allowed her to climax with tonguing her sweet pussy off before I entered her with my cock.
Now that turned her on big time and we talked more and more.
We found out we only lived about an hour away from each other and we talked about meeting. Our first meeting was just for coffee at a fast food place. We met, we talked, she was a little nervous of whether or not I was some rapist and soon I put her as ease.
That first meeting I found out she was a little heavier than I had imagined and I am sure she found out I might have been a little skinnier than she might have thought but it went well.
The first time finally came out with some truth. "Why do you ask me so much about what panties and bras I am wearing", she asked? "Not that it matters", she said. "But, I just wondered since most of the time I have ever had a guy talk so much about a my lingerie, he was either bi sexual" and this was the moment I knew might would come but never knew how to get around to it, "Or, he likes using them to masturbate with or wear them."
I thought I felt my heart beat a couple extra beats as she said it.
"It's OK", she said real fast. "I don't mind. I mean, who am I to judge someone and I mean, I guess most guys like woman's lingerie in some way or we wear all these different ones just for the heck of it. I guess it would not be a long stretch to think it turned a guy on to touch them or to even slip them on. I mean, they do feel nice on me so why wouldn't they feel nice on a guy. I makes sense that a guy would find them sexy and exciting, they are made for that."
With that statement I some what relaxed. I mean, she basically said it, she didn't mind, or did she. She didn't really come out and say, hey, I wouldn't mind if you like wearing panties or if you wanted to take mine but she did mention that it should turn a guy on.
So, I made the commitment. "Well, I ah...Kind of, I mean, I have a couple times." I wasn't for sure if I should really say it or not. "Yes, I have wore panties a couple times. I am not sure why"...
I started to explain and then she let me off the hook. "It's OK, I think it might be some what exciting to think that a man would get excited just seeing me in my panties and bra or a guy going through my drawers while I wasn't aware and seeing them and getting turned on by what I wore and that made him so excited that he had to relieve himself." "Yea, that kind of gets me excited now."
"Do you want to know what kind of panties I have on now", She asked?
"AH, Yea, of course", I replied. "Haven't I asked you almost every time we talked."
"Yes, you have and I have on a pair of dark blue, bikinis."
Oh crap, I knew I was fixing to have to resettle my cock inside my pants shortly. Here was this good looking woman, in a nice fitting jeans, a cute top that I could see the outline of her bra telling me what kind of panties she had on right now. As we talked.
"They are a really soft material. Silky," it kind of rolled off her tongue, she said it and it sounded sexy.
"They feel so soft against my body and I bet they would look so hot on you."
Oh damn, that was about it. I could feel my cock starting to grow.
"I bet you like that thought don't you," she asked? "What would you do to be able to wear them right now," she asked me with a slight smile on her lips. "Would you go into the girls restroom and change with me"?
I had to wiggle around and rearrange my cock inside my underwear. It was almost hard as a rock, here I was, sitting with this woman I had just met. She might be leading me on just to have someone come out and call me a perv or something. Oh come on, I was carrying this way out of proportion I thought. "You mean, NOW...right now, in the restroom"
I felt a hand slip up my leg. Slowly headed towards my cock. "Yes", she said, "Right now, me and you, go in, I take them off while you take your pants off and you can trade with me. I can try and put yours on. I bet I could get yours on."
I felt her hand touch my cock and then she squeezed it as best she could through my pants. "Oh yes, you are thinking about it aren't you, either that or you are hard for some reason."
Her lips looked so sexy with a slight smile on them. A wicked little smile. One that almost told me that, I don't know, that I wanted to make you so horny you'd do anything type smile. "OK, sure, why not," I said.