Masks are Mandatory
The last few Sundays with Lexi have been amazing. Lexi, 52, has made me, 33, her official Boy Toy. She has allowed me to explore my attraction to older women while unearthing my desire to serve her and be shared with her friends. Seeing her confidence with a hot, younger guy on her arm and at her beck and call, especially when she brags to her dubious friends, has been incredibly rewarding for me.
This Sunday was like the last few before. Our routine is straightforward and seemingly one sided in Lexi's favor which is the goal. I show up at Lexi's apartment with her favorite coffee order. She is usually just waking up, sometimes bright eyed and bushy tailed other times groggy from a night out with the girls or a virtual happy hour. Today she was a bit slow to move from the wine she drank with friends last night.
After she accepts my coffee without saying a word I strip down to my boxer briefs.
"What chores do you have for me this morning Ma'am?"
"The usual — clean the kitchen, tidy up the living room, and fold the laundry. I'll be on the couch, the wine was too good last night."
"Yes Ma'am."
The cleaning process usually involves a few other services for her, but for this story we will focus on the laundry.
For context, Lexi is a beautiful curvy woman with a big ass and huge tits. I love exploring every inch of these curves. As I was folding her panties, I noticed they would fit really well over my face.
"Ma'am, I bet I could wear your panties could double as a mask for me!"
Lexi turned from the couch, the proverbial lightbulb going off in her head.
"I will be at your apartment downtown next Sunday. I need you to plan exactly 7 different places to stop on a journey we will go on."
"Yes Ma'am!" My curiosity and excitement were palpable.
Fast forward a week and Lexi shows up at my condo promptly at 11 AM.
"Adam you gave me a good idea last weekend. I made this for you."
Lexi handed me a custom made mask that were clearly panties, and clearly her panties from last weekend!
"Now I asked you to come up with 7 stops on our journey because I have worn these for 7 days. After each spot, I will reveal what I did each of those 7 days. Now, lets go and remember
masks are mandatory."
I eagerly put the mask on and immediately was overwhelmed by the rich scents that were now penetrating my nostrils and the subtle tastes I could make out on my lips. I ran to the mirror, curious if it was obvious the mask was a pair of rose colored panties and it was blatant. I loved that. Lexi was smirking with the same enjoyment.
The first stop on our journey was to get a breakfast cocktail. The thought of this all actually made me weak in the knees but I mustered through it. The bar was a few minute walk from my condo and I had reserved a table days before. I wasn't going to let anything screw up this day.
Muffled through the gusset of the panties I alerted the hostess I was here and was ready for my seat. The 20 something girl gave me an odd look, it was clear she saw I was wearing panties on my face. When she realized I was with a much older Lexi on a date, her look went from shock to a bit of curiosity and maybe jealousy.
After we took our seats and I reluctantly de-masked we each ordered a Bloody Mary.
"That little hostess didn't know whether to be disgusted or mad when she saw your face! Too bad for her you are MY Boy Toy. So since we are at stop 1, let me tell you about day 1 wearing those. After you nicely folded them and put them in my drawer, I went and put them back on. I didn't do anything crazy last Sunday after you left except for a walk in the evening to enjoy the fall weather."
I guzzled down my Bloody Mary, both to calm my excited energy and to get to the next stop to learn more.
"That is great Lexi. These are one of my favorite pairs of yours. Shall we head to the next stop?"