Will Work for Panties

I sat on the sofa in my Aunt Sherrie’s living room between her and her sister Patti. Each of the women cuddled close to my body and took turns kissing me lightly on the cheeks, arousing me, exciting me. Patti unbuttoned my shirt while Aunt Sherrie slipped it down past my shoulders and let it rest behind my back at my elbows. I leaned back on the sofa and was trapped at the elbows, my arms almost immobile.

The two women touched me, caressed me, probing my chest and shoulders and arms with their fingers, feeling my muscles. They took gentle kisses of my body – my chest, my shoulders, my abdomen – and smiled at me, enticing me with their seductive glances, making my heart pound faster. Their hands were warm, and they ran their fingers through the hair on my chest.

Aunt Sherrie was wearing a short red skirt and white blouse unbuttoned to her cleavage; a pair of red pumps finished off her outfit. She rose from her seat on the sofa and stood in front of me and turned her back to me bending over at the waist. She reached under her skirt, and without showing me anything but her legs, removed a pair of dark lavender elastic string bikinis.

Returning to her seat next to me on the sofa she shifted her body to face me crossing her legs, highlighting the sexy outline of her calf. Aunt Sherrie placed my left hand between her thighs and trapped it between the warm flesh of her long, sexy legs. She silently rubbed her panties across my chest and neck, caressing me through the soft silky lavender fabric. She continued to kiss my body, and my breathing quickened.

As my aunt stroked me with her panties, Patti rose from her seat. Patti is very curvy with full hips and an ample bosom. She was wearing a flattering blue dress that was cut low in the front and had a slit that ran up the side. She also bent over to pull off a pair of dark blue French cut panties, and as she did she flashed me a peek of her white garters that connected to the nude stockings that she wore with her black high heels.

Patti sat next to me again and stroked her panties across my abdomen and up to my nipples, then on to my neck and face. Patti took my right hand in her left and held it close to her bosom easing my nervousness, but not my arousal. Our fingers intertwined, and she kissed me on the lips and caressed my cheek with her panties never saying a word.

My penis was rock hard all through their attentions to my body. I felt tightness in my jeans as my hardened cock was struggling to spring free from the awkward angle in which it was bent, but I was helpless to do anything. My face was warm – hot actually – from my rising temperature. The unfamiliar sensation of two beautiful women sensually working me over was intense enough to make my hard cock throb powerfully.

Aunt Sherrie had now turned her attention entirely to my chest. She probed at my sensitive nipples with her fingernails through the fabric of her panties and increased my excitement. Sherrie began sucking at my left nipple. She grabbed a fistful of my chest hair and pulled at it. I broke away from Patti’s kiss to exclaim, to moan actually, but she continued pulling. I didn’t really want her to stop.

After my cry of pleasurable pain, Patti returned to my lips. Patti softly locked her mouth around my lower lip and carefully sucked on it. Her mouth was warm and moist, and she lingered on my lip as she kissed me deeply. She rubbed her blue panties across my neck and down to my chest. She too pulled at my chest hair and pinched a nipple. I moaned into her lips.

Aunt Sherrie shifted her legs and rubbed my hand between them. I tightened my grip on her thigh as she did this, as I wanted to feel her warm, soft skin. I tried to slide my hand upwards towards her pussy, but she stopped me by squeezing her legs together.

“No,” she whispered softly in my ear. They were in control, not me.

My hand, trapped between her thighs, felt her warmth. Her thigh muscles were firm, and her skin was smooth, freshly shaved. Every nerve ending in my hand seemed to stretch itself in order to enjoy the full experience of her soft, warm flesh.

Sherrie nibbled on my earlobe and used both of her hands to play with my nipples. With her panties in one hand she gently caressed my right nipple with her fingernail, but with her other hand she aggressively pinched my left nipple. I moaned again into Patti’s mouth.

My erection was harder now. My cock strained in its position and pressed out against my trousers. However, I felt something pressing back. Something was pushing down on my cock creating more of the unbearable pressure I was experiencing. Patti had my face locked into her panty-clad hand, so I could not move to look down. Sherrie had both of my nipples under control and chewed and licked at my earlobe.

I felt my belt being unfastened, and then my pants. Someone was slowly unzipping my jeans and reaching inside for my cock. I felt warm fingers tiptoe their way into my pants and pull out my hard penis; it brought relief in that it removed my cock from an awkward position, but fear as well since I did not know who was stripping me bare. Now the warm hands were pulling my jeans down over my hips and then my legs. Now they were brought to my knees and then to my ankles. The warm hands caressed my thighs up to my groin and grabbed my cock firmly.

Patti pulled back from my lips just long enough to allow me to see her sister Bambi silently squeezing and pumping my engorged tool. I struggled for air among the women: erotic claustrophobia. Bambi took command of my cock, kneeling on the floor between my legs, and pumped me mercilessly. Flogging my penis with her right hand, she pulled on my testicles with her left hand. I squirmed in place and groaned. I squeezed Aunt Sherrie’s leg with one hand and Patti’s hand with the other.

Bambi wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and sucked on it once very hard.

“Ahrgh,” I moaned. I could not speak.

Bambi let go of my groin and stood in front of me as her sisters had. She was wearing a short black leather dress. It was shorter and tighter than either Sherrie’s or Patti’s, and it wrapped around her neck, exposing her bare shoulders. Bambi wore black fishnet stockings running down her legs to a pair of black pumps; the stockings ran up to her thigh just above the line of her skirt, and they stayed up without garters. She stood in front of me and removed her black satin thong.

Patti pulled my face back to hers to resume kissing me. She covered my face with her panties as she tilted me towards her, and I could smell the scent of her body on the fabric of her garment. She continued kissing me with long, succulent osculation.

Sherrie was now sucking on my left nipple and rubbing her finger through her panties across my right nipple. My palpitations increased, and breathing was harder than ever.

Bambi tied the string of her thong around the base of my cock and under my testicles. Bambi loves cocks, and she trussed mine up and pulled slightly enough to be gentle yet hard enough to pull my organ up and display it.

“Pretty,” she cooed. She wrapped her lips around the head of my penis and sucked and licked me while using her thong as a leash. She pulled the thong, and I raised my hips, but Aunt Sherrie pushed me back down and pinched my nipple hard through her panties.

Patti gave me few moments to break free and breath. After a quick breath of air she locked her lips into mine, and she held my face in her hand holding me in place again. I could feel the sensuous softness of her blue panties against my cheek, and again I could smell her body on them. Again she kissed me. She led with her tongue this time and probed my mouth. I responded by probing back into hers and our tongues glided together. I grasped her hand harder. Patti is my favorite.

Aunt Sherrie has long, sexy legs. She grinded my hand between her thighs. She rolled my nipple between her teeth and gently bit down for the first time.

My heart raced faster than ever. Sweat beaded up on my forehead and dripped down my brow and into my eyes.

Bambi continued sucking and licking my penis. She pulled up on the thong and jerked my cock into her mouth, deeper. Bambi bobbed her head up and down with a quickening pace making rude sucking noises, and I knew that in a few moments this sensual torture would result in my climax.

Aunt Sherrie was now more aggressive with my nipple in her teeth, and she continued to pinch me through her panties. She sucked on my tit faster and harder making her own sloppy sounds, and a trickle of saliva slid past her lips and down from my chest. I could feel the saliva drip down my abdomen and down my side.

Bambi was also dripping saliva from her mouth; it rolled down my cock and over my testicles. Bambi raised the pace of the blowjob that she was giving me and pulled harder on the leash her thong made around my sex. I could feel my cock straining like never before.

Patti continued to kiss me and probe my mouth with her tongue. My heart was pounding so hard that I could hear the thump-thump-thump in my ears; it began to drown out the sounds of Aunt Sherrie’s sucking sounds. Breathing was almost impossible. Sweat rolled down my body. My nipple and cock were covered in saliva. Panties – soft, silky, feminine panties – were caressing my face and chest. Bambi pulled the groin of her thong over the head of my cock covering it and wrapped her mouth around me. Aunt Sherrie bit my nipple harder than before while simultaneously pinching my other nipple with her fingernails through her panties. I had lost all control.

“Grahhhh!” I exploded. I could feel a powerful burst of come surging through my cock and out to freedom. I lunged forth and gasped for air.

Then everything went black. I mean everything; I had virtually lost all senses. I gasped for air, but I could no longer feel the women’s bodies. No Bambi sucking my cock. No Aunt Sherrie biting my nipple. No Patti kissing me. Nothing. Blackness. Emptiness.

Panic seized my mind. My eyes were wide open, but there was nothing but black space in front of me; perhaps I was blinded with hysteria. I flailed my arms in front of me, reaching for the women, but I could make no contact. I panicked, and I struggled for air.

I was hot and sweaty. I felt as if I were no longer sitting on the sofa. Instead, I felt as if I were floating. I felt horizontal. Another rush of panic gripped me.

Did I lose my mind? Am I blind? Why can’t I breathe? Where are they? Why can’t I feel them? The thoughts raced through my mind in a split second. I had so much fear and so few answers. I could feel a puddle in my lap.

In desperation I jolted my body one final time and gasped for one desperate breath of air.

“Arhhhhh,” I breathed at last.

I clutched down and grabbed something beneath me; it was some type of cloth. I turned to the right and saw black. I turned to the left and saw a small light. It was numbers, blue numbers.

5:09

 

5:09. What? I’m, I’m…

Home. I’m home, in bed. My eyes adjusted to the light from my clock and I could make out some of the shapes in my bedroom. I sat up and felt a warm puddle shift in my lap. I reached over to the lamp next to my bed and turned it on. The quick flash of the light hurt my eyes at first, but the panic subsided and I could breathe at last.

Knock-knock-knock.

“Vincent, are you okay in there? Is everything alright?” my mother asked through the door.

“Yes,” I paused. Was everything all right?

“What’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?”

Hardly.

“Yeah, something like that. I’m okay. You can go back to bed.”

“Okay. As long as you’re alright.” She left. I could hear her walk away.

I looked down and saw a puddle of semen covering my abdomen and leg. The pink tap pants that I had worn to bed were soiled with my fluid. I jumped up and yanked them off. They were the precious tap pants that Patti had given me.

“Fuck it,” I said under my breath, “I fucking ruined them. Fucking wet dream.”

 

* * *

“It isn’t funny,” I complained.

“I think it’s adorable.”

“There isn’t anything adorable about it. I couldn’t even breathe; I thought that I’d suffocate. I ruined a beautiful pair of panties that I really liked. Besides that I woke up my mother and could’ve been caught wearing a pair of pink panties to bed. What if she had walked into the room and seen me dressed in Patti’s pink tap pants?”

“Well then, someone else would be in on your secret.” My Aunt Sherrie just could not help teasing me. She wore a big smile across her face all during my story of that morning.

“Great, I confide an embarrassing moment with you and this is what I get,” I said half sarcastically. I could never really be mad at Aunt Sherrie.

“Has that ever happened to you before?” she asked.

“Not since I was in high school. I was a freshman. Back then I had no idea what the fuck happened.”

“Watch your language,” she reprimanded me.

“Sorry,” I sulked like a puppy that had just been swatted with a newspaper.

“So just look at it this way, you saved yourself the time of having to masturbate when you woke up.”

“Gee, you always find the silver lining,” I smirked at her. It was true though. That nocturnal burst saved me the hassle of having to jerk-off. “Too bad I ruined the panties, though. I hold the three of you responsible.”

“It sounds to me like we really got under your skin. I for one am flattered.”

I finished off the glass of soda in front of me. I sat in Sherrie’s kitchen having finished insulating a space in the attic with that pink insulation with a famous cartoon character on the package. Now their house would be nice and tight for the rest of the winter.

“Did you call Gail?” she asked.

“I called her the night Brian gave me her number. I asked her out and she said yes, but we weren’t able to get together last week, so we have a date for tomorrow.”

“Where are you taking her?”

“Well, we decided to go ice skating at that outdoor rink downtown in the afternoon. Since it is kind of a blind date I thought that she’d be more comfortable with a daytime date.”

“That’s thoughtful.”

“Besides, there’s this really good pizza place across from the rink. They make a deep dish crust, and I thought we could go there afterwards.”

I hesitated to ask the next question, but I knew I could ask Aunt Sherrie anything.

“Am I good looking?”

“Yes,” she answered, “Yes you are. Why?”

“Well, I’m just worried what she might think of me. I never thought that girls were very attracted to me.”

“You’re very handsome, Vincent. You don’t have anything to worry about in the looks department. It runs in your family. There’s a lot of your uncle in you.” Aunt Sherrie walked behind my chair and wrapped her arms around me to give me a reassuring hug.

“Yeah,” I said when she let go. “Besides, I’ve got a good bulge,” I said humorously.

“You can say that again.”

“Wow, such candor,” I said.

“We’ve covered this before. You’re handsome and you have a nice bulge. Gail will be swept off her feet.”

“And fall flat on her butt on the ice,” I said laughing.

“Okay, okay. That’s enough comedy for one day.” Aunt Sherrie was also laughing. “Isn’t it time for you to get going?”

“Well, yeah. I guess so. Tell Uncle Don and the kids I said hello.”

Aunt Sherrie saw me to the door and placed a package in my hand.

“Here. Don’t forget these. I think you’ll like them.”

“I’ve liked everything else so far. Haven’t I?”

“These are different. They’re imported from Italy.”

“Italian panties?”

“That’s right.”

“Great. I’ll probably ruin these with spaghetti sauce.” I put the package of panties in my pocket and zipped up my coat. Aunt Sherrie held me by the shoulders before I opened the door. She pulled me close to her, kissed me on the cheek, and whispered in my ear.

“Vincent, you are very handsome. Don’t worry. Gail will like you just fine, you and your bulge.” With that she scratched my jeans with her fingernails right on my crotch.

I left in a state of amazement.

 

* * *

Sometimes we are each able to have a life affirming experience, something that makes you want to climb to the tallest steeple and shout for joy, “I’m so glad to be alive!” When that occurs we feel like we can walk on air, or move mountains, or triumph over evil. Such was the result of my first date with Gail.

I met her at a downtown skating rink on a Friday afternoon. It was mid-January, and we were both on break from City College, which was between semesters. At first I thought that the girl in the white angora sweater and jeans was waiting for someone else, until she came up to me.

“Vincent?”

“Gail?”

“Yes, it’s nice to meet you,” she boomed the biggest smile I had ever seen.

I’d like to say that her smile was her most outstanding feature. If I did I would know that I was a gentleman. The truth of the matter is that she did have a beautiful smile and shimmering baby blue eyes. However, she also had large breasts. They were not freakish, but she had to be a 38 if she were an inch, and guys there’s nothing wrong with that.

“Hey, I’m up here,” she redirected my eyes northward.

“Ah, yeah. That’s a nice sweater you’re wearing.” Crap. You only get one chance at making a first impression. “It’s angora, isn’t it? Reminds me of a cat I once owned.” Nice recovery.

We skated for over an hour. We played with the little kids who wanted to play tag, and picked them up when they slipped and fell over backwards. We shared a deep-dish pizza at a restaurant nearby, and even went to a movie at a new cinema that recently opened in the area.

When it was all over I took her home, and we made plans to get together the following week before the new semester started. All in all, it was probably the most fun I ever had in one day.

 

* * *

“Sounds like you two really hit it off,” said Aunt Sherrie.

“You can say that again. She’s really a lot of fun. I was kind of nervous at first because no sooner had we introduced ourselves than she caught me looking at her breasts.”

“Nice move, Romeo,” she said sarcastically.

“Yeah, well we all have our moments. But once we started talking and getting to know each other I really felt comfortable around her. She has an easy-going manner about herself that relaxes me. Pretty eyes, too”

“Well, good for you. It sounds like you found something to look at besides her boobs. I told you that you needed to get out and circulate a little.”

Aunt Sherrie gave be a gentle little punch in the shoulder, an effeminate version of coach saying, “Go get ’em, boys.”

“So, I hope things can work out well between you two. She’s a sweet girl.”

Aunt Sherrie shifted her position on the sofa a little closer to me. She made me feel very comfortable the whole time I told her everything about my first date with Gail.

“So, tell me,” she changed the subject, “did you take the time to check out the panties that I bought you?”

“Actually I didn’t. I’m sorry. It’s just that I was nervous and excited about my date that I didn’t get a chance.”

“Well, I’m a little disappointed,” she pouted. “I put a lot of thought into buying those. I told you that they are Italian.”

“You know something, I think I left them in my car. Why don’t I go out and get them.”

“Okay,” she said. “Go ahead.”

I dashed out to the car, not slipping and falling on my ass as I did before, but the bag with the panties was not in the back seat as I had thought. I checked the trunk quickly, and lo and behold there they were tucked into the pocket of the very coat that I had worn while skating with Gail.

I don’t fucking believe this.

Back inside the house I sat down next to my aunt and took the panties out of the bag. These were very ornate designs; they looked like something that Michelangelo might design. One pair had an intricate geometric design of gold embossed on black with a small tassel that hung from the front. The second pair was also more like artwork than underwear. It was silver with an embossed design of silver flowers, and it had tassels dangling from either side. The third pair was a burgundy thong with a golden design on both front and back; the design reminded me of a wolf’s head for some reason.

“So, what do you think?” she asked me.

“They’re very beautiful. Thank-you very much.”

“Do you think they’re sexy?”

“Yes, I do. They’re incredible. I love them.”

“Great. So, would you do something for me?”

“Sure, anything.”

“Go put on a pair.”

“What? Now?” I asked in astonishment.

“Please. Pretty please.”

How could I say no to her? I went into the bathroom and pulled down my pants. I took off my own underwear and decided to put on the black and gold panties with the tassel. They were silk. I slid them on and tucked my penis and testicles into their very snug quarters. I put my pants back on, put my old underwear in the bag and went back into the living room to sit next to Aunt Sherrie.

“So, which ones did you put on?” she asked.

“The first ones,” I answered. “The black ones with the gold design.”

“Mmmm. I liked those best. See, our tastes are very similar.”

“Oh, is that how you knew I’d like Gail?”

“No, that’s how I knew she’d like you.”

“Huh?” She had me puzzled.

Aunt Sherrie pulled herself close to me, wrapped her hands around my bicep, and whispered in my ear, “I told you before that I have some experience with these things.”

I had no response; I just felt my cheeks blush.

“So,” she continued, “do you have something to show me?” She squeezed my arm a little.

“Like what?” I imagined what she was going to say next. I was right.

“How about pitching a tent for me?” She leaned in close to my ear and whispered the words slowly, seductively. She was treating me like one of those lowly freshmen in high school that she and her girlfriends used to tease.

“I think I’m about to,” I said.

“Good,” she whispered again as she let go of my arm and rubbed the crotch of my jeans with her fingertips.

I never expected that. My cock responded immediately. I got hard – rock hard – almost instantly. Aunt Sherrie guided her long fingers over the crotch on my jeans and down between my legs. Then she stroked me in reverse. My unit was now so hard that I could feel it slip out of the satin material and it was lodged between my panties and my leg. It was the first time that Aunt Sherrie had ever touched me in any sexual manner.

“Ah, how’s that?” I asked. I was very nervous. This was no dream.

“Mmm. It’s very nice,” she answered.

Aunt Sherrie just sort of sat next to me holding my arm in one hand. She stopped stroking my penis through my jeans and just sat there looking at the bulge in my pants. I had never taken the time to look at her while she was getting turned-on by my bulge since I had usually been oblivious to what turned her on, but this time I did. Her cheeks got flush, and her eyes just remained transfixed on the rise in my pants.

I got a little bold, realizing that I was turning on my sexy aunt. I stroked myself with my free hand. I rubbed the sensitive part of my penis, the part just under the head, with my finger. My cock responded and we could see the tent get slightly bigger. Aunt Sherrie gripped my arm a little tighter.

She pulled herself away after a few more moments.

“Thank-you, Vincent. I really think you should be going now.”

Usually Aunt Sherrie will see me to the door, give me a compliment or some encouragement, perhaps a little kiss on the cheek, and send me on my way. This time she just sort of ushered me out in a hurry. As I walked to my car, my Uncle Donald pulled into the garage. I stopped to talk to him.

“Hey, what’s going on?” he asked.

“Well, I just came by to fill in auntie about my date with Brian’s sister-in-law because she was so nice about fixing us up.”

“Hey, that’s good. I hope everything went well.”

“Yeah, she’s great. I like her a lot.”

“By the way, thanks for helping with that insulation job. I’d been meaning to do that for a while, but I haven’t had the time. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem. Well I’ve got to be going. I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah, take in easy. Bye.”

We shook hands and parted company. As I pulled away from the curb I saw him enter his house.

I wonder what’s going to happen in there tonight.

 

* * *

I wanted to get home to change out of my panties. They were not made for a man’s body, and I didn’t want to stretch them out. I treasured my panty collection, which by now consisted of dozens of pairs of women’s underwear. I was very careful with each pair. I went to great lengths to assure that they each remained in top condition. The ruination of the tap pants that Patti had bought me hurt for two reasons.

The first reason was that a perfectly good pair of silk panties was now wasted. The second reason was more personal: I had strong feelings for Patti. As much as I loved my aunt, and as much as she turned me on, Patti had a different appeal. Maybe it was the way she once held my hand to steady me while I discussed my fantasies with her and her sisters. Maybe it was the warm smile with which she always greeted me, or her calm and reassuring demeanor. Or perhaps it was just her taste in lingerie.

By the time I arrived home and safely ensconced in my room I had a great urge to strip naked, grab a fistful of panties, and start playing with myself. Between my great date with Gail, and the rather unbelievable event that had just unfolded at my aunt’s house I was as horny as I could ever get that night.

I did strip naked. I lay down on the bed. I held the pink tap pants in my hand and placed them over my cock. I picked up my phone, and I called Patti.

“Hello.”

“Hi, Patti. It’s Vincent. Am I interrupting?”

“No, no. How are you?”

“Oh, I’m fine.”

“I heard that you had a date with Brian’s sister-in-law, Gail. How did it go?”

“It was wonderful. I really like her a lot.”

“More than me?” she giggled a little.

“No, not yet. You’re still my favorite.”

“Thank-you.”

“Patti, I wanted to tell you something.”

“Yes.”

“Well, I’ve told you in the past that sometimes I wear the panties that you buy me to bed.”

“Yes, it turns you on. Doesn’t it?”

“Well, it turned me on a little too much recently. I was wearing the pink tap pants that you bought for me, and during the night I had, well, I had an accident.”

“You didn’t wet the bed, did you?” I could tell that she was teasing me.

“Well in a manner of speaking. Let’s just say that I had a rather erotic dream and there was some spontaneous leakage.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, and to make a long story short, I ruined the panties.”

“Gee, that’s too bad,” she said

“I know. I really liked them a lot, and I was really trying to take care of them. I was wondering if, well, would it be at all possible…” I halted in mid sentence.

“Would what be possible, Vincent?” she asked.

“Well, I wanted to know if it would be at all possible to replace them?” I asked haltingly.

“Hmm,” she thought about it for a moment. ” I don’t think that will be a problem. Yes, we can replace them.”

“We?”

“Yes, we. I think you and I should go to the store together and replace them.”

“You want me to go to the lingerie store with you to replace the panties that I ruined while having a … nocturnal emission?” I asked stunned.

“Sure. It’ll be a lot of fun. I’ll pick you up in half and hour. Okay?’

“Ah, um.”

“Great. I’ll see you soon. Bye, bye.”

 

* * *

So, just what the hell was I supposed to do, say no to Patti? Inconceivable. Spending some time alone with her was just too good to pass up, besides the added thrill of spending that time in a lingerie store would have to make it all that much more interesting. Wouldn’t it?

Patti picked me up promptly as she said she would. I had no idea where we were headed, so I just sat nervously in the passenger seat of her Lexus. Nice car.

“So, do you want to pick out an identical pair, or do you want to see if there’s something else you like?” she asked me.

“You really expect me to go into the store with you, don’t you?” I replied.

“Sure. Why not.”

“Well, because I’m a guy. I’ll stick out like a sore thumb,” I said with a little trepidation.

“Actually, there is a good chance that there will be other men in there as well,” she said.

“Yeah, buying something for their girlfriends or wives. They won’t be buying anything for themselves.”

“You never know,” Patti smiled as she said it.

“Great, there’ll probably be a convention of panty fetishists. They’ll be coming from all over the country. I can see it now, a long line of men lined up in front of the crotchless leopard prints having their measurements taken.”

Patti started giggling as I described the rather unlikely scene.

“You sure do have a vivid imagination,” she quipped.

“Yeah, that’s nothing compared to what my mind conjures up when I’m asleep. Things get really wild then.”

“Oh, is there something you’d like to share?” she asked.

“No.” Truthfully, I wanted to relive every detail of my dream in graphic reality.

Our casual chitchat about this and that continued for another ten minutes or so. Patti finally pulled the car into a parking spot across the street from a rather modest looking store nestled between a bridal store and a linoleum tile place. It was the now famous French Boutique.

We went inside together, Patti holding my upper arm. A little bell rang as we walked in and crossed through a store security monitor; it was the kind that picks up the security tags on clothing. Evidently there is quite a black market in stolen panties.

It was early in the evening by now, and there were few people in the store. Two women who appeared to be in their forties were shopping together. A man and woman, probably husband and wife were also in there together, only he appeared to be a little bored as his wife examined the merchandise.

“Honey, have you found anything that you like yet?” he asked.

“I like them all that’s just the problem. I’ll settle on something soon. Just be patient.”

“I am patient, but this is getting silly. If you don’t pick something out soon I’m going to jump in the discount bin over here and take a nap.”

“Oh yeah? Well maybe your next few wives will shop faster. I’m taking my time”

He started rummaging through the bin.

“Hey honey, how about buying these?”

A woman behind the register smiled at Patti as we approached. They were obviously familiar with each other since Patti shopped there with her sisters. The woman was probably in her early fifties and had a full figure with a streak of gray in her hair, a rather matronly looking woman. Both her makeup and her hair were done meticulously, and I found her to be very attractive. She wore a black dress with a low neckline, black high heels, and black stockings.

“Hello, Teesh,” she said with a French accent. “How are you today?”

“I’m fine Madeline. We’re just going to browse and see what we like,” Patti said to the woman.

“Very well. You have the run of the sore as always, ami.”

Patti and I walked to the back of the store. I felt my ears burning. I turned around to see Madeline looking at me and smiling. She raised an eyebrow and seductively sucked on the end of her fingernail. I had two instant reactions: a hardening in my jeans and a nervous fear I had been discovered.

Oh crap. She knows. She knows.

“Relax Vincent,” Patti said. “You’re all tense. There is nothing to be nervous about.”

Patti and I walked over to a table that had several pairs of tap pants laid out all around. It reminded me of the way the department stores lay out men’s neckties. Prominent among them were several pairs of the dark pink tap pants like the ones I had ruined. There were also other colors and patterns. Some pairs were pinstripe; others had paisley designs in pink or blue. Even others had more intricate patterns using several different colors. Some had floral prints, others had hearts.

However, other that the pink panties that I truly wanted to replace there was one pair that caught my imagination. They were a simple pair of panties with no design, just one solid color. I fixated on them thinking of something.

“Vincent, here are the pink pants.” She picked them up. “Do you want to look around the store for a little while?”

“Uh, yeah. I guess.” I wandered through the store with Patti holding my arm taking in all the different designs and styles of women’s lingerie.

By now the two women in their forties had taken their purchases to Madeline at the register. I tried not to pay much attention to them. They appeared to be two very attractive women. Perhaps because they were both buying several matching pairs of bras and panties, this seemed to make them appear more eye-catching than if I had seen them in the supermarket.

Jack and his wife were leaving the store having already made their purchases.

“Honey,” he said as they walked out the door. “I have an idea for these…” he trailed off.

Madeline said something quietly to the two women making their purchase, and I felt my ears burning again. I turned around and saw all three of them looking at me. They turned away casually, not really caring if I had noticed them looking at me.

I’m fucking ruined. The whole fucking world is going to find out.

Patti led me over to a table that had bras and matching panties laid out on it. The table next to it had garters of all sorts and stockings. There were racks of elegant night attire: nightgowns, teddies, merry widows, baby dolls, and corsets. Patti took her time walking through with me.

I looked back over to where Madeline was sitting alone near the register; the two other women had left. She sat on a tall stool next to the counter reading a paperback novel. Madeline glanced up and looking at me briefly. Perhaps her ears were burning now. She crossed one leg over the other and flashed me a peek of a white garter that connected to her black stocking. She then fidgeted with the neckline of her dress, and the lace edge of her white bra peeked through.

The contrast of her white intimates and black ensemble caught my attention probably for only a few seconds, but I felt as if I was staring at her for a long time. Madeline sucked on the end of her fingernail again as she glanced at me one more time. I took a long deep breath. The bulge in my pants was so big I was afraid of knocking over a display table if I turned sideways.

Too bad Aunt Sherrie isn’t here to see me now. She’d probably drain Uncle Don dry.

I was hard, very, very hard. Surrounded by so much lingerie, walking through a forest of panties with Patti, and being flashed by this attractive older woman. I could have passed out right there. It was only the will to stand erect – okay erect was not a problem – so that paramedics would not be called to revive me in this glorious panty shop that kept me going.

“Well Vincent, do you see anything else that you like?” Patti asked me quietly.

“You mean I can pick out something else?”

“Sure, anything you want.”

I took her up on the offer. I went back over to the table with the tap pants and gently removed the pair that had caught my attention earlier. I brought them over to Patti.

“These. I’d like to get these if it’s okay,” I said.

“Sure, that’s fine. You really like these?”

“I like the color. It reminds me of something.”

Patti took the two pair of panties to Madeline at the counter.

“So, you and your fren’ are done shopping, oui?” she asked.

“Yes, we’re all set now.”

“Well, you two will have a very good time, no?”

“Oh Madeline. You’re terrible.”

“C’est la vie, mon ami” Madeline answered while looking at me.

Madeline handed Patti her receipt and the bag with her … our … okay, my panties. Patti and I walked out of the store with Madeline giving me a grin and a raised eyebrow.

“Bon amour, mon cher,” she said directly to me while slightly leaning over the counter.

What the hell is she saying?

“Madeline seems to like you,” Patti said, teasing me as we approached her car.

“I’m ruined. I’m ruined, and it’s all your fault,” I complained nervously as I slid into the passenger seat of Patti’s car.

“What are you talking about?” she asked.

“All those people, those two women, Madeline, they all know. They all know what’s going on.”

“What are you complaining about? Sherrie, Bambi, and I all know. Why are you so scared about someone else finding out.” she asked still smiling.

“I trust the three of you. Those others are strangers. All those people know what was going on in there. I walk into the store with you and we start picking out panties. They all know I’m some kind of panty pervert. I just know it.”

“Will you calm down,” she tried to ease me. “First of all no one knows anything. No one ever said anything to Madeline about you. Those two women were not paying any attention to us. And that couple was so wrapped up in themselves I don’t think they even noticed anyone else was in the store.”

“Then what was all that kay serra serra Frenchie stuff that Madeline said to us as we left? And why was she always looking at me like that?”

“I imagine she was looking at you because she found you attractive. She started licking her chops the moment you walked in,” she said.

“Oh no. There was something else going on there.”

“Sure there was. She certainly suspected something.”

“See, I knew it.”

“Vincent honey, she didn’t think you have a panty fetish.”

“Oh no, then what was she thinking.”

Patti had to stop the car at a red light. That gave her the opportunity to turn and look me in the eyes.

“She thinks that you are my lover.”

“What?” My jaw dropped. Now I was fucking baffled.

“She’s French,” was her only reply.

“What does that have to do with anything?” I asked.

“For the French it isn’t uncommon for a man to have a mistress.”

“And?”

“It’s also not uncommon for a woman to take a younger lover.”

“It isn’t?” I was amazed.

“No, it isn’t. She thinks we bought the panties for me to wear tonight. She thinks we’re going to make love.”

“Oh.”

“Understand?”

“Ah yeah,” I hesitated. “I guess I can live with that reputation if it gets out. Of course your husband will kill me.”

“There are two reasons you have nothing to worry about.”

“What are they,” I inquired.

“First, my husband doesn’t know Madeline, and he never will. He never shops with me”

“Okay, and second.”

“Second, we’re not going to make love tonight.”

Shit.

 

* * *

By the time Patti pulled up in front of my house to let me off I had recovered from the disappointment of her last statement. Of course it was too much for me to hope for in the first place, but a young man has his aspirations.

“Well, have a good night, Vincent,” she said as I opened the car door.

I paused and turned to her in the front seat.

“Patti, thanks a lot for everything tonight. I really like spending time with you. And thanks for listening to my idiotic rambling.”

“I’m only too happy to help.” She patted me on the leg.

I leaned over to her and gave her a kiss right on her cheek. She smiled and kissed me on mine.

“Okay handsome, get going.”

Back in my bedroom I sat in a chair at my desk and leaned back, looking at the two pairs of panties from the boutique. The last 72-hours had been one hell of an experience. I reflected on everything that had transpired. First I drained myself in the most incredible wet dream, had a terrific date with a girl I really liked, been groped by my aunt, and wandered through a lingerie store with Patti while an older woman checked out my goods. Maybe this is the fucking dream.

I pulled down my pants and took off my shirt. Sitting in the chair I picked up the brand new pink tap pants and stroked my body with the smooth fabric. I caressed my own neck and chest, and I fondled my crotch. My penis was still stiff. I knew that I had at least one more good shot of semen left in my testicles. After that I would have to stop for a while. I was in danger of dehydrating.