I know damn well she was secretly delighted with my reaction. To tell you the truth, though, I kind of liked the way she was teasing me. And it all seemed to end with me having a solid hard-on and needing to stroke myself in front of her, which I didn’t mind doing, and she didn’t mind watching. Funny, even though she’d now seen my cock more times than anyone else in my life, it was still a hell of a thrill to perform for her and each time I ejaculated in her presence, she appeared to be just as excited and amazed as the first time I ever did it.
Saturday morning I got up before her to make breakfast, which is what I always did. Wearing her kitchen apron to protect my naked chest and Mr. Winkie from hot bacon grease, I was just about ready to start cooking her omelet when Sharron joined me in the kitchen. As I turned to say ‘Good Morning’ I almost choked. If I thought her outfit last night was hot, what she wore this morning was sizzling.
Sharron was wearing a thin, extremely low cut camisole and her nipples were poking out prominently from beneath it. As if that wasn’t enough to cause me to stare, she was wearing perhaps the smallest thong I have ever seen in my life. It had just a small triangle of see through fabric covering her pussy and thin spaghetti straps across the hips and nothing but thin butt floss up the back. As I gawked at her outfit, she held her arms out to her sides and turned around completely so I could take in the full effect.
“I take it you approve?” She asked, pointing to my cock and snickering.
“You love teasing me like this, don’t you?” I asked.
Sharron giggled, then walked up to me and shoved her hand under my apron to feel my hardness. “Yep!” She said as she squeezed my cock and stroked me a few times. “I bet if I dressed like this all the time I could get you to do anything I wanted. Right?” She asked.
Indeed. But, what she didn’t realize was I would have done anything for her anyway. Walking around like she did last night, and now this morning, was only pushing me closer and closer to the point where I was either going to have to throw her on the floor and seriously partake in her womanly charms, or tie her to the bed and have my way with her until I couldn’t get it up any more. I don’t think there’s a court in this land that would find me guilty of any crime, either.
But, I held my tongue, and instead of being a smart-ass, I answered, “If you dressed like that all the time you would be in jail for man slaughter, Sharron. I would die from lack of blood to my brain because it was all rushing to my cock!”
Sharron laughed as she let go of my pole and made her way to the coffee mug I had waiting for her on the counter. As she walked away from me, I drank up the view of her nearly-naked butt cheeks, shook my head in disbelief and went back to cooking our breakfast.
On Saturday, we cleaned every room in her condo and did all her laundry. We took turns picking out audio CDs and singing the songs as they came on. It was excruciatingly difficult to be around her all day while she was wearing the thin camisole and tiny panties. As she bent and reached for things, I got wonderful glimpses down her top and between her legs.
“No jerking off for you today.” Sharron told me as we worked. “I want you hot, hard and anxious for me tonight. I’ve been looking forward to this, and I want you to be ready to go a long time!”
We worked side by side all morning and by noon, my poor cock was aching for release. When I asked her if I could get a little relief, she laughed and told me ‘No’, explaining how much stronger my hard-on would be for her if I held off a few more hours until we had our mutual play time. By 2PM I was getting desperate. My cock was leaking precum and with every step I took, I felt my eight inch rod bounce up and down as it poked out in front of me. Sharron was beside herself with laughter at my predicament, even going so far as to mock comfort me by saying, “Oh, poor baby.”
At about 4PM, she mysteriously left me alone saying she had to make a phone call and needed some privacy. We were just about to put the last load of laundry into her washing machine when she brought this up. And what do you think the last stuff left to wash was?
Yes, you guessed it. Her lingerie. Specifically, it was a weeks worth of her bras and panties.
My gawd, I have to honestly say that standing there with a pile of her bras and panties in front of me brought on a sexual rush which I can’t describe. These were the actual bras that cradled Sharron’s sweet breasts and protected those cute nipples from the prying eyes of the world. And these were the panties that guarded the entrance to the throne of her womanhood, and I was in awe to have all these extremely personal garments within my reach and without her watching over me. Upon my inspection, several of Sharron’s panties were…. how should I say it… “Choice”.
Obviously, her anticipation of our CFNM weekend during the previous week had kept her wet and her panties held the proof. Unbelievably, the pile of lingerie even included the white bikini panties she wore on Friday evening and once I noticed them, I was tempted to steal them. But, of course, I knew it would be impossible to get away with.
Cursing to myself, I finally realized she was in her bedroom, behind closed doors and talking on the phone. I disobeyed my normally good judgment and made a decision to take a break from doing her laundry and take some time to enjoy those bikini panties right then and there – and in the exact manner for which the laws of nature intended. “She’ll never know.” I told myself as I chuckled wickedly.
Now, one of Sharron’s CFNM rules was that any time I had the need to jack-off, she was supposed to be present so she could watch. In the many CFNM visits we’d shared, I never once broke that rule. But this time, I was insane with excitement and grabbed my cock without hesitation and began to jerk myself as I held her panties to my nose, breathing in her feminine scent.
“Brad!” I heard her exclaim behind me.
I turned to see Sharron standing several feet away with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face.
“I thought we had an understanding.” Sharron said disappointedly.
“Damn it, Sharron,” I replied nervously, “you’ve been prancing around in your panties for two days teasing me….. just pushing me to the point where you knew I was going to break.”
“You were hovering over me all morning, and then just as the only thing left to wash was your lingerie, you conveniently had to make a phone call and suddenly disappeared.” I added.
“Admit it, Sharron,” I continued, “in all the weeks I’ve been coming here, I never once broke any of the rules. I’ve shown remarkable control and you know it. And I don’t believe for one minute that you really had to make a call at the exact time you knew I was going to be alone with your panties. This is a damn setup!”
The scowl on her face turned into a smile and Sharron took several steps toward me and put her hands around my throbbing member. “Okay, okay,” she replied, “I admit it. It was a setup. And yes, you’ve been an amazingly good naked man.”
“But,” she added, “that doesn’t change the fact that you broke one of our rules and I don’t think you should be able to talk your way out of it.”
“What do you mean by that?” I asked.
“Well,” she answered, “I think there should be some kind of punishment for trying to secretly take advantage of my panties and play with your self behind my back.”
“Alright, maybe so,” I said, “but if I’m going to be punished for jacking-off behind your back, I think I should be allowed to finish what I started.”
“Oh, I bet you do.” Sharron agreed. “And I suppose you’re going to want to use my panties while you do it?”
“Since it was a set up and you obviously knew how your little entrapment scheme would push me over the edge, I think it’s only fair. In fact,” I emphasized loudly, “you ought to just let me keep them in return for setting me up.”
I could see Sharron thinking about what I said. Finally, she answered “Okay, you can use ’em and you can keep ’em, but, I want you to ask me for them, first. After all, they are my panties and you shouldn’t just assume I would give them to you.”
“What?” I asked.
“You heard me,” she answered, “I want you to ask me to let you use my panties while you jack-off and then ask me if you can keep them.”
“Oh, brother!” I moaned.
“Brad, if you ask nicely, I’ll say yes. It’s totally up to you, though. If you can’t ask nicely then I’ll just pick up all my bras and panties, take them to my room and I guarantee you won’t ever see any of them again. It’s your choice.” She said smiling.
She had me and she knew it. She knew my cock was throbbing and all this talk about her panties was making it worse every time I heard the word. She knew I wanted those panties and she knew I would agree to just about anything in order to get them.
“Sharron,” I reluctantly began, “I know I was wrong for trying to masturbate behind your back and for using your panties. Would you please let me finish what I was doing and would you please let me keep your panties?”
“See,” she said, “that wasn’t so hard. Okay, I’ll let you finish and you can keep them as your souvenir or whatever you want to call them, but first, I want you to agree to let me punish you for trying to masturbate behind my back and accept whatever punishment I decide on without any complaining.”
“Punishment? What kind of punishment?” I asked.
“Whatever I say, Brad. Take it, or leave it.” She replied.
The little smile that crept up from the corner of her lips told me to go along with her ultimatum. In my heart, I knew her ‘punishment’ would probably amount to nothing and she might even be kidding about it, so, I agreed.
“Alright,” I answered, “I’ll go along with the punishment.”