I had to have some. I needed to know how they felt. I wanted to smooth them tightly over my arse and appear like an intergalactic sex object. Women would fall at my feet with my wet-look knickers stretched over my raging hard-on. I left the television and the video recorder and disappeared to my room. Upstairs, I immediately started emptying my money box and going through my pockets like a man possessed. I had to fund my first pair of kinky panties. I hardly slept.
The next day, Ann-Marie and me grabbed a bus into town during lunch-time at college. My palms were sweaty. Ann-Marie knew something was on my mind. When we got off the bus we went for a coffee and I told her. She smiled. "I know just the place," she said. "They even have kinky knickers in the shop window." I felt a tad uneasy. I mean, I know Ann-Marie quite well. I'm really surprised she hasn't taken the piss out of me.
And so we arrived at the lingerie shop. Ann-Marie did most of the talking. "Do you do anything for the Gentleman?" The assistant looked up over her glasses and said, "I'm afraid we do not." So, I had to see what lady's PVC they had. They had a lot.
"You have to make sure the gusset will take your tackle," said Ann-Marie as she held some full plastic panties to my waist. I looked down at the black shiny maid's knickers with lacey frills on the bum. Then a pink pair of hot pants caught my eye. I took those and we went to Ann-Marie's house.
Her mother was downstairs as I tried my new PVC on. It was the first time I'd worn it and it felt good. Ann-Marie looked really appreciative as she straightened my kinky garb up. She started to rub the shiny plastic over my bulge. I laid down on her bed. I was aware her Mother was downstairs.
Ann-Marie caressed and pumped me hard. The PVC stretched between my arse cheeks. I tried to muffle my pleasure. Then I began to protest. Her friend Tony was sucking me off. I wanted to shout and push him away. But we'd be discovered. I tried to pull away. But I exploded in his mouth. Ann-Marie chuckled. I felt disgust. I did know her all too well.
Hung out to dry
"If you're going to buy those pants, can you hang them somewhere else?" Lydia has caught me off-guard. I fumble to respond. I stumble. Then I snap, "Eh?" Her brow furrows as she leans back. "It doesn't matter, she says. She bounds off across the shared landing and down the communal stairs. I feel embarrassed. I feel really heady too. I grasp the bannister to steady myself as my knuckles whiten and I gulp. My mouth is dry as I watch her pert arse disappear. I can't believe she's seen my kinky panties. I'd hung them to dry naturally over my chair. I feel the blood rush now. My cock stirs. It strains against my tight jeans.
I recall the first time I clap eyes on Lydia. It is dark. I need some milk from the late night garage. I shut my front door and punch the shared push light switch. I am humming a guitar riff. Then I turn and someone laughs. My mouth drops as I realise a whole hen party has crept up the stairs. There are women and women of all ages and sizes. They are all dressed for a night out. "Bloody Hell," I gasp, wide-eyed, "Who lives there? He's got to be a Rock God." They laugh. The whole hallway parts like The Red Sea. Then I see her as several ladies reply, "Lydia does." All I can remember is her blonde hair and blue eyes. I can't recall what she is wearing. I am so hot at the sight of a dozen or so women. Lydia looks absolutely gorgeous. "Hello," she smiles. I smile and they file through her front door. I disappear to the shop, thinking about my new neighbour. She fills my head with fantasies.
I get hot imagining I'm laying under a tree somewhere off the beaten track. I've thrown caution to the wind and ventured out with my noisy plastic panties underneath my jeans. I'm sheltering from the sun. My forehead is sweaty in the heat. As I move, on shaded grass, my knickers creak. I smile as the soft plastic glides across my arse and balls. I'm getting hard. I smile at the thought of them sounding like thunder as I walk around at home. It's really quiet now. I can hear my breath as my chest rises and falls in contentment. There's no-one about - or so I thought.
Several women are laughing. Have they been spying on me? I'm not sure. I straighten up. I notice Lydia is with three girlfriends.
"Hey! It's my next-door Rock God, " she giggles. "Have you got your kinky knickers on?" I redden. I try to gain composure as Lydia sweeps her blonde hair off her face. "We'd better take a look." My head swims as a fantasy forms. I surrender to any notion of propriety.
The girl with the shoulder length hair has soon replaced the tree trunk as I lean into her trembling chest. Her boobs press into my upper back as her hands reach beneath my t-shirt. She strokes my belly button before becoming more becoming with my hardened nipples. She whispers, "You're a very naughty boy who needs relieving."
