"They are lovely, very pretty. I wish I could be there to touch you and feel them. I cannot see very well because you are so far away but, are you shaved?"
"No... " as my hand went down to cover the front of my panties. I slipped my thumb under the waistband and pulled my panties down an inch or two to reveal my pubes. My robes fell open revealing my breasts and I stepped back into the shadows of my bedroom out of his sight. I let my bathrobe fall to the bed and there I stood in front of my mirror dressed only in my little yellow panties. I noticed my nipples stood hard and erect, I felt the wetness of my pussy lips and notices a little damp spot on my panties ... I could not believe how turned on I was. I slowly turned to the window once again with one hand covering my nipples, the other holding the phone to my ear, wearing only my little yellow panties.
He was still at the window and I loved the feeling of his eyes bathing my body and I could get used to this. He smiled at me and said something like how he loved my panties, loved my body and what a wonderful way to start a working day, that my image would stay with him for the rest of the day. His words were so complimentary that my head was swimming; it had been so long since I hear anyone say such things to me. He turned away from the window and in my delirium I fell to the bed out of sight from his window. I was so turned on, so wet that my fingers slid down my body under my panties and into the warm wetness of my pussy. I gently massaged by clit as he apologized for having to end this call -- someone had just come into his office. I hung up saying something like I'd see him tomorrow, closed my eyes and brought myself to a climax with the sound of his voice in my head.
And so for a few minutes each morning, after my shower, I modeled my collection of sexy panties for him, one pair a day. If we missed seeing each other, he'd call during the day and I'd listen to his soft voice as he asked me about what I was wearing and how he was imagining himself with me, his hands caressing my body. As I would listen to his sexy voice on the phone, my free hand would instinctively reach down and stroke my thighs, the way he would describe, the way he did in the car on the day of our first kiss. With my eyes closed, I'd imaging him being there with me -- such wonderful thoughts.
We had exchanged e-mail addresses sometime earlier and as well as the phone calls, each day he would write message sometime including a short story of his fantasy or relate erotic thoughts or dreams that he had had. I came to understand that panties were central to many of his erotic imaginings. He appeared to be quite experienced and perhaps very daring particularly in comparison to the very limited sexual adventures that I had had. I wanted to involve myself more and experience what he often described in his words. Often times, during my solitary moments at work I would read and reread his fantasies, knowing that he was the author and that I was the girl in the stories; I was finding them intensely erotic.
Up until now, I had never shaved my pubes and when I mentioned it, in passing, to my husband, he was enthusiastic and I told him that maybe next time he saw me, I'd be different. With that thought planted in his mind I saw him off on one of his business trips.
And so, one morning, I surprised my secret lover by heeding to one of his fantasies. I now wore a pair of transparent mauve panties and my pussy was bald. It was the first time I had done this and whilst removing my pubes I became so highly aroused that I climaxed three times! It must have been because I was thinking about him, about showing him the next morning, the anticipation of showing him something that he had admitted he loved; those thoughts, my wet lips and my fingers playing all contributed to my pleasures that evening and the next morning. The freedom and coolness during my morning rum felt so good that I felt that I was running on air. I couldn't wait to see him and show him.
I could only see him from the waist up as he admired me from his office window and his soft sexy voice sounded so close I could almost feel his breath.
"I have something to show you, a surprise. Can you see me ok?" I asked as I aligned myself up with him and the window.
"Yes."
I let my towel drop, revealing my matching mauve bra and panties.
I did not have to ask him if he liked what he saw. "They are pretty and you look so lovely standing there. I wish I was there with you."
