You'd probably find it hard to believe that folding clothes would be a turning point in a relationship, and I would have to if it hadn't happened to me. Brooke and I had only been together a few weeks and gone on 3 dates when she invited me over to her place on a Saturday morning. Like any guy I was hoping that that meant what I thought it did and often did I quickly agreed.
I got to her place mid-morning, and she let me in with a warm smile and an enticing finger beckoning me to come in. She was wearing a form fitting white t-shirt and a pair of black gym shorts that showed her figure perfectly. I love a girl in her 'house clothes' so I was already happy.
"Sorry I'm a little behind this morning." she said as she moved back to her laundry area where she was clearly working on folding a load of clothes she had taken out of the dryer. I moved to join her and as we started chatting as she folded clothes. As we continued to chat, I started helping her fold the clothes. I folded several pairs of shorts similar to the ones she was wearing a few pairs of socks.
I watched her folding a pair of jeans and reached without looking at what I was grabbing. I didn't realize until I looked down that I had grabbed a pair of her panties, a black silk string bikini. I felt a little awkward holding her underwear and quickly folded them and added them to the pile on the ironing board.
We continued to chat about everything and nothing as I watched her fold several more pairs of her panties all of them sexy in their own way. I had always had a thing for women's underwear and couldn't help but imagine what she looked like wearing them. My dick stirred inside my own shorts at the thought, and I hoped she didn't notice. I didn't want her to think I was a creepy pervert.
We finished folding all the laundry and I helped her carry the hamper to her bedroom. After I set the hamper down on the bed, she picked up the pile of panties that was on top of the stacks and handed them to me saying, "These go in that top drawer." pointing to her dresser. I looked at the panties again as I moved to the dresser.
I opened the drawer and noticed the wide selection of underwear she had and couldn't help but say, "You know you have very pretty underwear."
She giggled as she said "Thanks." Then as I move back to help her with the rest of the clothes, she looks at me with a wicked smile before saying, "Well you're such a pretty boy, why don't you wear them?!"
To say I was shocked would be the understatement of the century. Brooke always had a sweet innocent look and vibe about her. I wouldn't have been surprised if her experiences with sex were limited. That last statement proved that my conceptions were clearly wrong, and she had a devilish and kinky mind.
I had never worn women's underwear and never really thought about it but the thought of stripping in front of Brooke and putting on her underwear for her didn't appeal to me at first. "I can't wear your panties." I said. "They wouldn't fit."
She wouldn't be so easily dissuaded though. "Oh, sure they will. If they'll fit around my thick hips and booty, they'll fit you." she said. This made me feel more awkward hearing her describe her own body as she spun around and shook her ass in her skimpy shorts. Despite the awkward situation my dick stirred in my shorts.
Facing me again she gave me a sexy grin that told me she knew my defenses were melting. "Come on I know you want to." she said. "I saw you looking at all my panties while we were folding them." I suddenly felt myself going flush. I had hoped she hadn't seen me eying her undies, but I was clearly not successful. She gave me a sweet look before saying, "Don't be embarrassed. You're not the first guy to have a thing for panties. I think it's cute when guys have a thing for girly panties. Something about a manly man being fascinated with something so girly."
Before I had time to completely process that she knew my little fetish and that she liked it she looked at me again with a pouty pleading look and said, "Do it for me?! I think it would be really sexy!"
That look melted the little resistance I had left, and I agreed to wear her panties. "Ok if you really want me to." I said slightly resigned.
She squealed with glee before saying, "Ooh this is going to be so much fun. Strip while I find the perfect pair." before quickly scampering over to her dresser. I watched her rummage through her panty drawer as I pulled my t-shirt and shorts off leaving me in nothing but my boxers.
After some time searching her panty drawer, she turned around holding a dark purple satin string bikini. It had scrunchy leg and waist bands and a small pink rose front and center of the waistband. I watched her eyes roam down my exposed body and her mouth morph into a sly grin as she saw my semi erect cock creating a tent in my boxers.
"Looks like you were more excited about this than you let on." she said. "Ok mister lose the boxers." I tentatively pulled my boxers down and kicked them off as she watched me intensely. "Wow!" she said as she got her first view of my cock. She then tossed me the purple panties and said, "Don't be shy baby dive in."
I slowly stepped into the panties and pulled them up. The feeling of the satin pulling up around my waist and closing around my cock and balls was a different feeling than I was used to. I had switched to boxers in my middle school days and hadn't looked back. Thankfully the satin was stretchy so while the panties held my junk in place it wasn't uncomfortable.
I looked up and saw Brooke with a look of awe on her face. "Oh my god! You are so sexy!" In a second, she was on me, and we were kissing like mad and her hands were running over my body. Again, the situation shocked me since we had only exchanged a few chaste kisses at the end of our dates and now we were making out like a couple of horny teens. Her level of arousal took me completely by surprise. Not that I was complaining mind you.
After one particularly long passionate kiss our lips unlocked and while I caught my breath, she gave me a wicked grin before quickly pushing me back onto the bed. As I fell back on the mattress, she joined me on the bed and parted my legs and hungrily eyed my erection that was straining against purple satin. My hardon was contained in the low-cut underwear but just so pressing into the bottom on the frilly waistband.
"This is so hot!" she said in a sensual whisper as she cupped her hand around my erection and gave me a couple of strokes. Now I've had plenty of hand jobs over the years and enjoyed every one of them but being rubbed through silk was unlike anything I had ever experienced. The silk rubbing my penis under her hand sent tingles through my whole penis and I'm surprised I didn't lose my load right then and there.
"Oh fuck!" I moaned as she rubbed me a few more times.