Sharron reached out and took the white panties from my hand and then ushered me out of her laundry room. She led me down the hall and into her bedroom.
She pulled me over to her dresser and pulled open one of the drawers. My cock lurched as I looked down to discover the drawer was filled to the brim with bras and panties of every color, style and fabric. “Go ahead,” she motioned to me, “get started.”
I looked at her, unsure of what she meant, and seeing that I didn’t understand, she said, “Well, you wanted to jerk-off, didn’t you? Go ahead,” she repeated, “get busy. Enjoy yourself.”
Hesitantly, I wrapped my right hand around my rod and slowly started to jerk my cock. As I did, I lifted her panties to my nose and took a deep sniff. After watching me for a few seconds, she picked up a handful of her panties from the drawer and said, “Since you’re so interested in my panties, I’m going to let you see them — every single pair I own. Maybe that will satisfy some of your curiosity about my underwear.”
She held up the first pair and showed them to me, or what there was of them. They were almost transparent and surely one of those pairs a woman only wears when she knows her man is going to immediately take them off and give her a thorough boning.
I paused so I could look at them closely, but she quickly got my attention and told me to keep stroking. When I began again, she asked me if the panties I was holding under my nose smelled good.
“Oh, yeah.” I replied.
Holding up a different pair, a black silky thong, she asked me if I liked them. I nodded my head up and down, indicating I did and she asked me if I’d like to see her in them. When I nodded again, she laughed and said, “Maybe someday you will.”
I kept stroking and she kept holding up her panties one pair at a time. A quick scan of the amount of panties left in her drawer told me there was no way I was going to last until she showed me every pair she owned. Unfortunately, I was almost there — almost ready to cum. And there were probably twenty pairs of panties left in the drawer.
I tried to slow my jacking, but, she noticed what I was doing and told me to keep going at the same rate, so I sped up.
As she held up another pair, she got inquisitive and started asking questions. “You’re really getting off on this, aren’t you?” She asked.
I knew it was a question I shouldn’t answer, but I didn’t need to answer because as soon as she asked it she spoke again, saying, “You know the whole panty thing is a carefully orchestrated plot by the women of the world to control men, don’t you?”
“I don’t doubt it.” I replied as I kept stroking.
“Well, it’s true.” She boasted. “We girls learn at a very young age how to control boys by letting them see a little bit of this and a little bit of that….. and over time, it’s turned into an art form, you know.”
She was holding up her panties, one a time for me to see, and I’m just imagining how each pair looks on her….. how the back hugs her cute little ass and how the front shows off her pretty mound. She’s got some crotch-less panties that she holds up next and she spreads them open to emphasize how they work. I’m looking between the lace edges where her vagina would be and thinking if she was wearing them, how wet and open she might be… ready for my tongue or my cock.
Oh, I’m getting dangerously close now. There’s no way I’m going to be able to hold off much longer.
“And you know,” she adds, “we just love to torment guys with these sexy things. We know you want to see us in them, and then feel us in them….. and it’s a huge ‘cave man’ thing for you when you can finally conquer them – pull them off and get to your prize.”
“Damn,” I thought to myself as I stroked, “she’s got a pretty good handle on it, that’s for sure.”
Sharron held up a satiny, red pair and smiled at me. “I just bought these last week, Brad. I bought them especially for you… especially for tonight. I was thinking I might put them on after you shave me and I might let you touch me in them for a while before I get up on top and ride that cock of yours. Can’t you just imagine your hands feeling me in these, Brad? You could get me all wet and play to your heart’s content. Would you like that?”
As she spoke, my mind started to visualize those satiny panties stretched tightly across her pussy as she lay back on her bed with her knees spread out and pulled up to her chest beckoning me to the center of her femininity. I could just see her lying there in them…. opening herself up to me…. allowing me the privilege of touching her, licking her and then finally….. fucking her.
I couldn’t believe it as I watched one of Sharron’s hands slip inside the waistband of the little thong she was wearing. She smiled at me as my eyes watched her fingers trace up and down her labia and then finally reaching down to her opening and plunging her fingers into her delicious pussy. I gasped as I stared at what she was doing inside her panties, but what she did next set my whole world on fire.
Slowly, she withdrew her hand from her panties and brought her wet fingers up to my nose. “Can you smell my pussy, Brad?” She asked. “I’m really wet.” I moaned and closed my eyes as I took in the heavenly scent of her pussy.
Then to my amazement, she moved her fingers to my mouth, ran them around my lips and when I opened them, she slipped her fingers in and I began to suck the slippery juices from her digits.
And then all of a sudden, I exploded. My first squirt of cum spewed out in a thick rope that landed directly on her camisole.
I glanced up at Sharron and her eyes were glued to my cock as it convulsed and squirted my hot seed all over the two of us. It seemed to go on forever and she never moved away. In fact, she moved closer to me and as my orgasm subsided. She reached down and covered my hand with hers and rubbed my dribbling cock head against her belly. By the time I was done, there were little drops of cum all over her legs, stomach and of course, her tiny panties.
I stood breathless for a minute, panting and trying to keep my balance.
“Holy shit!” Sharron exclaimed, looking at the huge globs of cum splattered all over her. “I guess you were pretty backed up, eh?”
“That’s an understatement.” I replied. “And I’m sorry I got you all, uh, messy.”
“Actually,” she confessed, “I’ve wanted you to do something like that for a long time. I should have taken this off, though.” Referring to her cum soaked camisole.
“Well, its washable isn’t it? We can just throw it in with those other things, can’t we?” I asked.
“Oh, sure,” she answered, “But, what I meant was I’ve wanted to feel your cum shoot directly on my bare skin for a long time. You know, maybe on my boobs or….. gawd, I can’t believe I’m saying this….. uh, even on my face.”
“Sharron! I’m shocked.” I replied. “And you think my fascination with your underwear is kinky? That sounds pretty damn kinky to me.”
At first, she thought I was serious, but, I put my arms around her and pulled her to me, smearing the thick globs of cum stuck to her camisole all over us. “I love it when you’re kinky,” I whispered in her ear as we hugged, “I’ll do that for you tonight if you want.”
She pulled away from me and put her hands on her hips saying, “But I’m still angry with you for being sneaky and I fully intend to punish you for it, Bradley.” With that, she slipped the cum stained camisole off, leaving her standing in front of me in just her wispy panties. “Come on,” she said, ushering me out of her bedroom toward her laundry room, “let’s get that last laundry load going and then I think we should get started on dinner. By the time we’re done, it will be time to get down and nasty.”
I detected a tone of playfulness in her voice along with a sparkle in her eye. I knew she was looking forward to having sex and I sorely hoped that she would let more of her kinky side out to play. But I couldn’t stop thinking about this ‘punishment’ she was talking about.
Believe it or not, my cock was now soft. Thankfully, I got to cum and even though she was walking around with her bare boobs on display, I felt a sense of relief I hadn’t felt in a couple of days. The throbbing was gone and it felt nice not to have my boner in the way.
Sharron stood next to me topless while we put her delicates into the washer. Knowing she was watching, I laid it on pretty thick – picking up every bra and holding each cup against my nose. I even went so far as to lick a few of them, making sure she saw me putting my tongue exactly where her nipples had been. Each of her panties got a similar treatment, too, before I put them in the washer. I examined each one closely and held one or two of them up to her waist to get an idea how they looked on her. There was one very slinky red bikini that was so soft and silky, I simply couldn’t help being attracted to it. The feel of it in my hand was remarkable, so I turned toward her and jokingly wrapped the panty around my flaccid cock and smiled. To my surprise, she reached down and grasped my softness and started stroking it.
Now, I’d only done this as a joke — kind of over doing all the attention I was giving to her lingerie since she was standing right there — but when she started to stroke me, I experienced a feeling I’ve never felt before in my life. The way the material slid over my member was incredible. The silky layers slid back and forth over my cock and even though she wasn’t gripping me tightly at all, I immediately started getting hard. She was just as surprised as I was.
“Damn!” She remarked. “Instant erection!”
She was right, too. The only way I can describe the feeling is that it felt like a silk glove was pulled over my cock and she was moving it back and forth. I literally went from utterly soft to completely hard in a matter of a few seconds. Sharron, being curious about what was happening to me, kept stroking me but increased the speed. The silky panties under her hand lubricated her movements and as she worked my cock, it grew into a full fledged, raging steel-on.