He Made Me Wear His Wifes Knickers

1.

I gasp at the sudden change of temperature from the warm office central heating, which still heats my back, as I step out to the cold autumnal air. I totter along the damp cobbled street and leave the computer behind for lunch. There is quiet relief to have made it through the first morning as an office temp but I don't feel particularly hungry. What to do?

The other office staff seem friendly enough but I've not yet found my feet in their social circles. I've also not given Raymond, the area manager, any eye contact. I always think it best to keep a low profile -- especially in the first few days of a new job role.

I pull my grey marl woollen, knee-length coat tighter as I look over to the market place a few hundred metres away. My heavy knitted wrap brushes against my white cotton blouse and I feel arousal as my cream satin bra flits against my pert nipples. Then I think of Michael. I frown. I step over the cobble stones in my black heels.

I thought Michael was sensible. But he's increasingly made me question that. Last night, I caught him going through my bottom drawer. As he cast his palms out, wearing my black silk bra and panties, I had decided I'd had enough. He dressed and left still in my sensual lingerie. I felt violated. I felt like he'd rummaged through my id leaving my innermost private thoughts cowering. He'd obviously seen my panties before and much less and more. But it was still 'early days' in our relationship for him to be going through my private stuff. I am still undecided about him. I don't know if I'm keen to know any of his other kinky distractions. I probably don't care about what keeps him sane from his mad outside world. I guess I'm looking for a family man - someone safe.

The outdoor covered market bustles with people idling away their lunch hour and punters looking for a bargain. There are still avocados and yams but most of the stalls have given way to cheap electronics, fabrics and cosmetics. I aren't really looking. I try not to think too much about the past morning and that pervert in my knickers drawer.

A pavement replaces the old cobbles now. I weave through people haggling for tracksuits and others holding cheap jewellery up to what sunlight the low clouds give. A leather skirt catches my eye. I make my way over to the stall selling what looks like pet accessories and fetish wear. I absent-mindedly cast over the hangers and displays. I shudder. I feel something like electricity. And I forget about the heavy tan mini skirt.

I run my fingers over the two-piece outfit. I've only ever seen PVC in pictures but this felt so shiny and stiff. The full back panties reflect my face in their black sheen. The contrast white PVC panel across the front and gusset is accentuated by white cotton stitching around the waist and elasticated hems. I caress the PVC interior of these kinky knickers. And the matching zipped waist coat too... It even had pink trims. How my stomach flutters! I imagine my pierced belly button exposed as I look at the mirror wearing my sexy outfit. My purrs and shallow breath, as I smooth the tight PVC over my bum, are drowned out by creaking plastic.

"It'd certainly suit you, Madam."

I fumbled trying to hang it back on the racking. My face feels flushed.

"Oh no! It's not for me. It's for my boyfriend. My friend, Michael."

2.

'You can't leave me, Francis.' I text back, 'I already have.' I regret it. But Michael won't get an easy ride. I regret leaving without that sexy two-piece knickers and top too. I have made up my mind to grab it tomorrow after work. The tight PVC had been on my mind all afternoon. My wet panties had made me all thumbs and fingers as I clumsily muddled my way through the afternoon. I need to work some of my tension off.

I tried to finish some instant beef noodles but my mind is elsewhere. Michael's texts are fleetingly read and unanswered. I think about that stiff and heavy PVC outfit. I want someone to pinch my nipples. I gather heavy ear-rings and plastic bags. I need something thick and deep to fill me up. I'm so lustful, wet and open. Wide open to possibilities...