I wonder what the surprise could be? He thought to himself as he climbed up the stairs. His girlfriend Sara had sounded peculiar on the phone - apprehensive almost, when she had called him earlier. She had mentioned that she had been out shopping and had a special surprise waiting for him at home.
It had been almost six months since she had discovered his panty fetish by practically catching him in the act with a pair of her unmentionables. Rather than be angry, Sara had embraced it wholeheartedly which lead to a rather fun afternoon he recalled fondly.
Since that fateful day they had both been exploring his kink further which had resulted in some wonderfully naughty days out. Sticking to her previous stipulations, Sara had forced him to first wear her panties out in public for a whole day before she would let him - or her, use them for pleasure.
There was something so delightfully naughty and taboo about wearing girly panties out in public. At first it was impossible not to get a boner when he was out wearing them. He would desperately try to hide his erection with baggy tops or a jacket and the more he concentrated on the delicate soft fabric hugging his privates the harder he would get. Sara didn't help much either of course. She would relentlessly tease him, often by subtly tracing the edge of the panties through his jeans with her fingers or by snapping the waistband loud enough that it would turn a few nearby heads.
After the third or so time out wearing her underwear he had managed to get some control over the erotic aspect and actually almost found himself enjoying them purely from a comfort standpoint. They were so much prettier and softer than conventional male underwear that he had worn all his life. Quickly they discovered together that his preference was for panties that exuded femininity. Sara had a few pairs that were somewhat sporty, with bright, fun colors and patterns. These pairs they found did absolutely nothing for him.
Sara also possessed several pairs that were fairly unassuming in block pastel colors - whites, blues or blacks were his favorite; cotton or spandex or a blend of both, with delicate lace stitching in repeating floral patterns. There were also skimpy pairs that contained barely enough material to cover his manhood, pairs that when worn by Sara seemed to blend seamlessly with her body, but always managed to retain her scent perfectly. These were the panties that he craved, the panties that had been drenched in his cum time and time again.
He had become lost in his own thoughts daydreaming about past rendezvous and had ascended the stairs to now find himself at their bedroom door. Eager to make another fun memory, he clasped the handle and went in.
Sara was waiting for him on the bed. She was sprawled out on top of the covers and she was wearing lingerie.
He took a second to drink it all in. At 26 years old Sara was just a few months older than he was. She was a traditionally pretty woman with mousey brown hair that curled slightly as it sat just below her shoulders and big hazel eyes to match. She was wearing a white corset that added at least a cup size to her already perky breasts and tightly hugged against her athletic figure. She smiled sweetly as he entered.
He felt his cock instantly start to swell as he stood examining the fine detail on the corset. The bust was adorned with a gentle scalloped edge of lace. Two strips of boning ran in parallel down the front of the corset, with the nylon mesh stretched tight between them. Again he noted the floral repeating pattern of lace detailing in the shape of an inverted diamond that extended up from the bottom of the corset. Her skimpy white panties were styled with the same lace design, which created a perfect unbroken pattern across her body. To complete the look Sara had worn matching white stockings that were fastened to the corset with garters.
Sara was quite the picture of innocence, wrapped up in skin tight white lingerie. Although his thoughts and desires were anything other than in innocent at that moment.
"Wow. You look incredible." he said, eagerly taking a step towards the bed. "I had been wondering what my surprise was."
"Well this is one half of the surprise." Sara replied with a sly smile before reaching behind her and retrieving a bag.
Sara delicately pulled out a lacy black garment from the bag. It was a skimpy combination of embroiled lace and sheer mesh, held together with velvety straps. He recognized it now as a teddy or bodysuit, Sara owning something similar already but in red and not nearly as sexy as this.
She sat on the edge of the bed and held it up out in front of her.
"What do you think?" She asked nervously.
He thought that he was very lucky. Already impressed with what she had on right now he was nevertheless now picturing her in this new teddy and that was causing his already hard cock to throb even more.
"I think it's pretty sexy." he answered truthfully, "but I'm already very much enticed by what you're currently wearing." he said running a hand up her stockinged leg, savouring the texture as it played out beneath his fingers.
"Well... I actually did get it for me." she said in almost a whisper. She flashed him a wicked smile as she extended out the teddy until the soft fabric was pressed up against his top.
His heartbeat kick up a notch as he swallowed hard with the realization of what she was suggesting. The absolute decadence of it. Panties were one thing, but was this too much? He thought to himself.
"That tiny thing would never fit me." he said half jokingly, taking a step back from temptation as he grappled for another excuse.
"I was sure to get your size sweetie." Sara countered immediately as she rose up off the bed to pursue him.
She drew close to him and rubbed the material over his exposed arm.
"You always love it when I dress up sexy for you." she purred away in his ear. "Why don't you dress up sexy for me?" she punctuated her question with a gentle kiss and nibble of his ear, making him quiver.
She laughed playfully before spinning around and carefully laying the lingerie on the bed.
"Haven't you ever wondered how good it feels, being encased completely in silk and lace." she said turning to face him once more. "It grips you so tight and you can feel every inch of your body" she said, running her hands over her crotch and up across her tummy before grabbing her tits and squeezing them with both hands.
"It is so much better than just panties, I promise" she teased him.
He stood rooted to spot, his head a jumble of thoughts that swam over him. The soft lighting and his own gentle swaying added to the dream like quality as he watched Sara continue to trace her own hands seductively over her gorgeous figure.
What did he actually want? Truthfully he had in the past sometimes wondered what lingerie must feel like to wear. There was always a moment of temptation when he was at his horniest. He would sometimes catch himself staring at Sara's long slender legs dressed in sheer black stockings and wonder what they would feel like on his own legs, perhaps with a pretty frilly pair of her panties to match.
