I Love Women In Panties Ch 10

I Love Women in Panties CH.10

... "Okay, time for me to come clean." Sally said as we cleared up after breakfast. "To be honest, I've been slightly anxious about tonight, as the arrangements are pretty unconventional and not your usual run-of-the-mill dinner plans."

"Unconventional?" I asked.

"Well, as an events organiser, I occasionally get asked to organise something a tad more risqué that caters to a marginally more adult theme."

"Honestly, Sally, I'm up for anything after this morning's craziness! I can't believe we wouldn't be able to handle anything you've got planned." Julie said.

"I agree with Julie." Diane offered. We're all broad-minded enough to cope with pretty much anything. So, what's going to happen?"

"Okay, good. Look, it was always supposed to be a surprise, so what say we keep it that way?"

"Fine by me," I responded.

"Right, that's settled then, so, are we happy that the kitchen is ready for a professional chef to take over?"

"Yep, you could eat your food off the floor or anybody you liked!" I laughed.

"Oh Haha." Julie chuckles.

Having only dressed in casuals for breakfast, we set off upstairs to get ready properly to go out. It was a beautiful day, so I was ready quickly wearing tailored shorts, a polo shirt and deck shoes. Despite only light, summer clothing being required, the ladies were not as quick as me getting ready.

Sally appeared first, wearing a white strappy t-shirt, and a short, patterned terracotta-coloured rah rah skirt. A young look that looked just fine on my sister and suited Sally's character to a tee.

Diane had become the very essence of Mediterranean style and glamour as she swept downstairs wearing a flowing light blue dress with a bold floral pattern, a floppy straw sunhat, and twirling large sunglasses in her hand.

Julie was the last one down, wearing a pink patterned gypsy style top and a white lace and cotton above-knee skirt. A nod to her naturally flirty style.

"Wow! Utterly gorgeous. Three stunning examples of the female form. Class, grace, style, and fun, each oozing sexiness and all in the same room. Beautiful!"

"Ooh, you smooth-talking devil, you're looking ready for your super yacht. Come into a few bob, have we?" Julie giggled.

"I wish, although I'd be very happy to have you three enhancing the fine lines of my yacht if I had one!"

"Right, let's get going, shall we? Mike, you can drive." Sally orders.

We chatted about this and that in the car with a few unsuccessful attempts to prise tonight's events out of Sally. Parking the car in Southernhay, the red stone of the ancient Roman walls, their ruins scattered throughout Exeter, stood as a stark contrast to the modern world, as we strolled into the city centre after parking the car. The scent of expensive perfumes filled the air as I followed the girls into the fashion shops, their laughter echoing off the glass shelves as they draped themselves in silk and lace, constantly seeking my approval.

In the upmarket department store, their games came to a head when in the lingerie department and frankly behaving more like excited schoolgirls than mature forty-year-olds. They enlisted the saleswoman into their game to embarrass and humiliate me.

"Hey Mike, what do think? Yvonne here thinks you'd love these." Julie cooed as she wafted a satin French knickers and camisole set across my face.

"And these!" Sally laughed, as something soft and pink brushed my face. "Yvonne is absolutely sure you'll love these."

"Oh, but these are his absolute favourites!" Whispered Diane as she stood holding some cute white embroidered panties in front of her hips. "Yvonne picked them out especially for Mike, didn't you?"

Brushing the various silky selections away from my face, Yvonne, an attractive thirtysomething lady, was smiling and obviously enjoying the fun.

"I have to say, sir, they are all wonderful and very sensual. Any man should be delighted with their lady wearing these sets."

"That's so kind of you, Yvonne! I wonder which you'd pick for yourself. Or maybe we could browse together and find your favourite. I might even approve! And If I do, you could pop them on and join us for a dinner we are having this evening."

"Err, I don't think that would be quite appropriate, sir." Yvonne blushed coyly. "I'm sure it would be a wonderful evening, but I'm afraid I'll have to say no."

"Oh, Yvonne, what a shame. I'm sure you'd have fun. The dinner is a birthday celebration for these lovely ladies, and as hard as it is to believe, they're celebrating forty wonderful years. Everyone's getting dressed up in their best party frocks. Sally here is an events organiser and has guaranteed us an unconventional evening. Isn't that right Sally?"

Yvonne was obviously unsure about how things were unfolding. It was not surprising given she was being pressured by four people, she had never met before about fifteen minutes ago. Diane had also noticed her discomfort and putting her arm around her, whispered to her.

"You must forgive us, Yvonne. We've turned your day upside down coming in here and, despite our forty years, behaved like a group of silly schoolgirls. Not to mention the fact that you don't know us from Adam!"

"Oh, don't worry about anything, truly, please don't. I've had fun today. In truth, it can be bloody boring here most of the time. It's just a little overwhelming to be asked to a dinner party out of nowhere and by complete strangers." She said and smiled with warmth.

"Okay, let's be honest here folks, Yvonne, it was never a plan or our intention to come in here and look for an additional dinner guest, however, you have been a wonderful sport putting up with our silly antics and I think I am speaking for all of us when I say we'd be delighted to have you join us this evening."

"I'm not going to deny I could really do with some fun at that moment. I've recently had an unpleasant break-up with a guy who turned out to be an absolute arsehole."

"That's settled then. All we need to do is to organise the logistics." Julie smiles.

"Okay, well, we have to be back to the cottage by five o'clock and I'm guessing Yvonne that you don't finish until five or six pm?" Sally asked.

"Normally yes, however, I finish at three today as I started early for stocktaking. I live close by in one of the new flats in Southernhay, so it wouldn't take me too long to get ready, and I've only got half an hour to go."

"That's great! So, look, if you're okay with it, you can get yourself ready at our place, so put yourself a bag together. We'll wait, and you can come back with us. It might be an idea to be prepared to crash at ours as well, just in case the wine flows a bit too freely!"

"It's only fair to say again that none of us knows what Sally has in store for us tonight. I did say unconventional, but she has warned us that it could be a tad risqué. I hope you are game for that?" Diane asked.

Yvonne looked around at all of us with a coy grin on her face. "Oh, I think you'll find I've had my moments and have a reputation for being game for most things! That reminds me, Mike. I think you offered to help me choose some underwear?"

"Well, I suppose did yes," I said hesitantly. "Honestly, it was just playful teasing--a bit of payback for the girls."

"Surely, you're not chickening out, are you Mike? Yvonne giggled with a cheeky grin.

"Yes, off you go Mike!" Diane laughed. "You know you want to?"

Yvonne linked her arm to mine and guided me away from the counter to the main lingerie sales area. "You're not embarrassed, are you Mike?

"Actually, I am a little, to be fair. I've known these girls for most of my life, and Sally is my sister. I've only known you for less than half an hour!"

"I'm assuming that you have a fondness for panties and ladies' underwear, given the way they were teasing you. You shouldn't worry. I have lots of men come in to buy their undies."

Yvonne was endearing and easy to be with. So, there was little point in being shy now. "I do have a liking for panties, but not in the way you might assume. My weakness isn't wearing them, but rather, how they appear and feel when worn by a woman. So, anything I may suggest for you now will be based on my visualising you wearing my personal preferences, hence my hesitation and embarrassment, given that I hardly know you."

"Oh Mike, how sweet. I'm not bothered in the slightest. In truth, I must deal with that scenario on many occasions while working here. So why don't we start at the beginning, or maybe I should have a chat with your friends? I rather suspect they are fully aware of your proclivities."

"Okay, okay, but look, you're not helping me choose something for my wife or girlfriend. This is about what you are going to wear this evening and that has nothing to do with me?"

"That's a fair point Mike; however, it'll be rather fun for me and not just a little sexy to know my underwear will have been personally chosen for me by an attractive man in the room."

"Alright Yvonne, I give in, so two things to know. I do not like thongs, and I absolutely loathe tights!"

"But tights are so practical, Mike?"

"I fully understand their practicalities and they came about because of the advent of the miniskirt, which I have no problems with, by the way. But visually I find them horrible and are a bloody nuisance, creating a barrier to... well, you know what I mean?" I flustered.

Yvonne chuckled. "Yes, I know exactly what you mean, Mike. So, it's just panties, hold-ups or stockings and suspenders, then?"

"Hold-ups are okay and way better than tights, but if you're going to push me, it has to be Stockings. Is that awfully old-fashioned of me?"

"Not at all Mike, and I'll let you into a little secret. If I'm making a genuine effort to glam up, then I would always choose stockings. So that's that sorted, I have plenty at home to choose from. Time for panties then. What are we looking for this time, Mike? Red, black, lacy, silk, satin?"

"So, I'm not keen on all lace, and whilst colour isn't all-important, I prefer white or pale colours. Silk, satin or cotton are all fine with me. Oh, and finally bikini style is my absolute favourite. There, now you know all my secrets. I can't believe I'm having this discussion with a complete stranger!"

It was at this point that I started to really take proper notice of Yvonne; she was neither tall nor particularly short. Five foot six or seven was my guess. Not a classic beauty in the normal sense of things, but she had a natural, warm and sensual attractiveness. Pretty light brown curls framed her face. While not thin, she had a tight waist, complimented by admirable curves. I'd been so obvious in my appraisal, my eyes lingering too long, that it was clear I was taking her in.

"Do you like what you see, Mike? Are you visualising me in your choice of undies?" Yvonne cooed.

"Oh God, I am so sorry. How utterly crass of me. I have no right to behave like that!" I stuttered.

"Please don't feel like that, Mike. I find it very flattering, to be honest. I'm not one of those awful women who is offended when a man behaves naturally."

"Thank you, that's kind of you, Yvonne. I still feel bad, though." Feeling slightly emboldened, I smiled cheekily. "I have to confess, though, that I hadn't got as far as picturing you in your underwear."

Yvonne looked at me with a childish pout. "Oh, that's a shame. I'm disappointed in you now."

"Hmm, well, in truth, we haven't picked anything out for you yet, have we? So, I've not got anything readily available to imagine, have I?"

"True enough, follow me. I think I have the perfect bra and panty set that will meet with your approval." Smiling mischievously, she crooked her finger, turning to set off to another part of the department.

There was a definite sway to her hips that kept my attention as she walked over to a rack with a selection of bra and panty sets. After a quick search, Yvonne picked out a set hung on a small hanger. The Panties were a very pale pink bikini in style, with a matching bra. I was unsure of the fabric, but it looked almost gossamer thin, but very soft.

Holding this ensemble in front of herself, she cocked her head to one side, looking me straight in the eye. "How does this fit your requirements, sir?"

"I think that will suffice perfectly." I smiled and stepped forward to touch the panties. "Wow, that's very soft. What is the fabric?

"It's a man-made hybrid of silk and satin and is becoming very popular."

Then, with a sassy wiggle. "And does sir think they will suit me? Maybe sir could try to imagine me wearing them?"

"Sir is absolutely sure they will suit you and his imagination is running wild, thank you." I chuckled.

"Right, decision made, then. I'll go and pay, and then it should be time for me to clock off my shift and go home."

"I wouldn't dream of it now. I'll happily pay for them as my treat."

"That's very kind, Mike, but you really don't have to."

"I know I don't have to, but I am more than happy to."

"Okay, if you insist, but at least allow me to use my staff discount." She said as we walked back to the counter and cash register.

Sally, Julie and Diane were waiting for us with a few selections of their own to pay for. Yvonne, obviously enjoying herself, now turned to the girls, saying. "I'll be with you in a moment, ladies. I'll just need to finish serving this gentleman first."

"That'll be perfectly acceptable, thank you," Diane said, clearly playing along.

"Would you like this gift wrapped, sir? And have you confirmed the correct size for the lady?" Yvonne inquired politely.

"Um, I err, I assume so, yes." I stuttered. And to make things worse, the girls were sniggering next to me.

"I don't think we can risk assumptions, sir. A bra has to fit a lady correctly. It really is imperative, sir. Do you have the lady's size with you, by chance?"

Knowing that I was being played and getting further out of my depth, I pushed back. "No, I'm afraid I don't have her size to hand. However, I would have to say that she's very similar in shape and size to your lovely self. So, if you think it's a size that would fit you, then I'm sure it will be fine."

Holding the bra up to her chest, she laughed and said, "I see, sir, so you think this will fit?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "You know full well it will, Yvonne, unless you've picked up the wrong size for you?"

Examining the label, Yvonne looked me in the eye. "34DD, yes, that should be perfect, sir!"

"Right, enough fun, you two," Sally laughed. "Let's get all this paid for and Yvonne home so that we can get back and get ready for this evening."

"Thanks, Sal, I was getting out of my depth there."

"Oh, I think you were doing just fine." Yvonne chuckles. "I'm really looking forward to this evening now. I feel so comfortable with you guys."

"We're looking forward to having you with us as well, Yvonne, especially as you seem so in tune with us all."

Payments were made, and all goods bagged up. Yvonne hurried off to get herself packed and ready to go. We agreed to meet her back at the front of the shop in half an hour.

Yvonne rounded the corner, pulling a small suitcase and carrying a dress bag. She was looking very relaxed in a pair of pale blue shorts and a loose white top. "Okay, ready to rock and roll, folks. Where are you parked?"

"We're in the Southernhay car park," I replied.

"Great, we can leave through the back door of the shop and nip down Cathedral Close, so only a few minutes to the car."

Back at the car, we loaded up and set off back to the cottage. During the journey, we discovered Yvonne was Devon born and bred, although he had moved into the city from a small village in the South Hams near Dartmouth. Unlike each of us, she had never been married but had been in a long-term relationship which had broken up a few months previously. As we approached the cottage, there was a companionable silence, which actually boded well for the evening.

"What a lovely cottage," Yvonne exclaimed as we pulled onto the drive. "Although it seems quite large to be called a cottage?"

"It is certainly very spacious, Sally replied. The sitting, dining room and kitchen are all very well-proportioned. With large ensuite bedrooms and a standalone bathroom. Apologies Yvonne, if it's got a thatched roof and it's in Devon, then in my eyes, it's a cottage."

We piled out of the car and up the path into the cottage; we were in plenty of time before the caterers were due, so I made us all a cold drink and we sat outside on the terrace and continued to chat, taking more time for us to get to know Yvonne and of course for her to know more about us.

It was surprising how quickly Yvonne had become "one of us" and we all commented on how it felt we had known each other for years rather than just a few hours.

"I can't believe how comfortable I feel sitting here, especially when it's so obvious you are all so very close."

"It's such fun to have you here with us," Julie smiled and sipped her lemonade. "I'm sure we're going to have a ball tonight and who knows what else!"

Before anyone was able to say more, the doorbell went. Sally led the way to the door and opening it we saw a large van with a "Dinners with a Difference" sign written on the side with a line drawing of a winking eye next to it. The van had three people, two guys and a lady.

"Hi, my name is Suzy. Are you Sally? Suzy said, offering her hand."

"Hi Suzy, I am yes," Sally replied.

"Great, it's lovely to meet you. The boss has told us to look after you well this evening as a thank you for all the business you put our way.

This is Glen and Andy. They'll oversee the food. The rest of the crew is following and should be here in a few minutes. So, if you could show me the lay of the land, we'll get ourselves sorted."

"Brilliant, that's kind of Sasha. Follow me and I'll give you the grand tour. It won't take long," Sally chuckled.

Sally led Suzy around the cottage, stopping for introductions when she got to us on the terrace.

"What a lovely cottage. It's like the Tardis, deceptively large inside. And the kitchen is great as well. I'm sure the boys will be more than happy in there."

"You're right. It is lovely, but sadly not mine. We rented it for a long weekend. Oh, we're plus one tonight. I hope that doesn't cause a problem?"

"No, not at all. We're always prepared for that eventuality."

While Suzy and Sally were sorting things out, the doorbell went again, so I went and answered it. At the door and walking up the path were three guys and three girls, each carrying a plastic box full of dinner settings and other paraphernalia.

"Ah splendid, here's the rest of the team," Suzy said, coming up behind me with Sally in tow. "If you don't mind, Sally, I like to brief the guys and girls and get everything underway. I'm aiming for pre-dinner canapes and aperitifs on the terrace at seven-thirty. Hopefully, that works for you?"

"Perfect thanks Suzy, we'll leave you to it. Just let me know if there's anything you need?"

I stood next to Sally, watching the guys and girls bringing everything in, the reason being that the guys were not your average-looking waiters.

"Are the Chippendales missing some of their guys this evening? These lads are making me feel distinctly inadequate."

"Wow, the girls are absolutely gorgeous as well," Sally said.

Julie crept up behind us. "Oh hello, things are looking up, people!" She had a massive grin on her face. "Those guys are the dictionary definition of eye candy!"

"Down girl!" I laughed. "You need to stop drooling, or you'll embarrass them!"

"Drooling? I think you mean dripping! Jeez, that's some serious male flesh!"

After Julie put her tongue back, we strolled back out to the terrace.

"Everything okay?" asked Diane.