The spanking, in all honesty, was probably part of it. But, as I stood there in her red panties, I realized it wasn’t only the spanking. I couldn’t bear to believe it, though. I was searching for the right words to answer her so I wouldn’t incriminate myself but I wasn’t having much luck finding them. As the seconds clicked by, I was becoming more and more aware of the reason for my heightened excitement and as it became clear, my heart began to thump in my chest and a red flush enveloped my whole body.
“Brad, was it the panties?” She asked.
I couldn’t bring myself to look at her.
“That’s it, isn’t it?” She said. I could tell from the inflection in her voice that it really wasn’t a question that needed answering.
“So, uh….” she stuttered, “be honest with me now….. have you ever worn panties before?”
“No!” I immediately replied.
“But, you must like them.” She answered as she pointed to my engorged cock and the wet spot on her legs.
I turned my head to finally look at her, almost expressionless, hoping she would just drop it and let it go. Sharron had to see I was uncomfortable with her probing, couldn’t she just forget it?
We stared at each other for a minute and then she said, “Brad, I hope you don’t feel I was intentionally trying to humiliate or embarrass you with those things I said. I wasn’t trying to attack your manhood or anything like that, either. But, that’s what those articles on the internet said.”
“It’s not that.” I mumbled. “I just got the feeling you thought I was some kind of wacked out panty weirdo, which I’m not.”
“I know that, Brad….. you’re a sweet guy.” She answered. “But, like I said before…. if you thought you needed someone’s permission to wear women’s panties, now you have it.”
“Look, how about this,” she said after a few seconds, “I’ll leave you alone for a few minutes and go into the kitchen and start on dinner. If you want to take the panties off – if that’s not something you want to do, then just take ’em off and come in the kitchen. We’ll cook dinner and have a nice sex filled evening and I won’t ever bring it up again.”
“If, on the other hand,” she continued, “you want to wear them, all you have to do is leave them on. I’m not going to persecute you and I’m not going to think you’re a ‘wacked out panty weirdo’ or anything like that. You decide what you want to do and then come help me get dinner started.”
I’m not sure how long I stood there by myself — maybe a couple of minutes, but it seemed like a lifetime. Glancing down to see myself in her red panties, I don’t know if the feeling of exhilaration or embarrassment was more prevalent. On one hand, I had to admit to myself that even though it was pretty kinky, I was excited as hell. The feel of them on me was indescribable. On the other hand, did I really want to start something like this with Sharron? In the end, I decided to leave them on and having made my decision, I turned and made my way into the kitchen.
Sharron was at the sink washing some tomatoes for the salad when I came in. After a second, she turned to look at me over her shoulder. “Come on,” she said, “time’s a wasting. Get over here and help me wash this stuff up.”
We spent the next several minutes washing lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers and all the rest of the salad fixings and she never said a word about the panties or my decision to wear them. She handed me a knife and together, we started to cut everything up into small pieces and toss it all into a large salad bowl. Sharron finished cutting before I did, and after rinsing her hands off, she came to lean against the counter next to me.
“I’m glad you decided to keep them on.” Sharron said. “I was hoping you would.”
I looked at her and she was smiling. I managed to smile back and when I did, she snuggled up right next to me and reached down to grasp my bone through the satiny fabric. “Really, Brad,” she continued, “I’m not just saying that. They look cute on you. In fact, seeing you in them is making me a little hot.”
“Yeah, sure.” I answered.
“No, I’m serious.” She replied. “Here,” she added as she reached for my hand, “see for yourself.”
Sharron took my hand and guided it down inside her own panties and held it against her lightly furred mound. Before I even moved my fingers I could feel her wetness. I carefully extended my finger between her lips and when I did, I felt a flood of her warm and slippery lubrication pour out all over my hand. She was, without a doubt, sopping wet. I looked up and she nodded her head saying, “See? I told you.”
I fingered her for a few minutes, enjoying the viscous feel of her feminine juices as I played with her. Her eyes closed as I pushed my fingers up into her vagina and then pulled them out and traced the length of her slit from bottom to top.
“Oh, that’s nice.” She moaned.
“You’re really wet, Sharron.” I whispered.
“I know.” She replied. “I have to be honest with you,” she added after pausing, “I planned that setup in order to have a reason to make you wear my panties, Brad. I’ve been fantasizing about that for a long time…. since that day you jacked off all over my table.”
“Oh, you’re a sneaky one, aren’t you?” I mused.
“But you’re getting off on it, too. Aren’t you?” She asked. “Come on….. tell the truth.”
“Well,” I said, “since we’re spilling our guts here, yes, I’m getting off on it, too. It’s just embarrassing as hell for me.”
“Believe me, if you knew how many times I’ve rubbed myself off thinking about seeing you in my panties, I’d be the embarrassed one, not you.” She replied.
“Okay, then” I answered, “come clean with me. What other nasty things have you been thinking about?”
“Promise you won’t think I’m a full blown slut if I tell you?” She asked.
After I gave her my promise, she hemmed and hawed for a few seconds and then she spoke. It was her turn to blush, and as she did, she began: “Well, I, uh…. sort of wanted you to touch me again like you did in the shower. You know, uh….. back here.” Sharron reached behind her with her hand and placed it on her butt as she looked up into my eyes with a sheepish look on her face.
“You want me to play with your, butt? Is that it?” I replied.
She nodded her head, and then added, “And I was thinking maybe you could try cuming on me, too.” She said. “Like on my chest or, uh, maybe my face?”
“I’d be happy to do all those things,” I answered, “and whatever else you want to try. You know,” I added, “if there’s anyone you can feel comfortable talking to about what you want, it should be me, Sharron. You know I wouldn’t ever judge you. Plus anything you want to try sexually — I’m your man.”
“Would you wear the panties for me, too?” She inquired.
“All the time?” I asked.
“No,” she replied, “not all the time. I like it when you’re naked for me, but every now and then would be nice. It really turns me on.”
As she continued, Sharron told me things I’d never thought I would hear from her. Even that one evening when we were sharing our secrets, she never told me how she secretly longed to spread her sexual wings and experience some of the things that filled her pretty head when she masturbated. I was totally captivated by her candor and by her confessions, and she swore me to secrecy as she told me how she wanted to be blindfolded, tied up and then fucked. She went into detail about how much she was looking forward to me shaving her pussy and being totally exposed to me — telling me she wanted to lie with her legs wide open while I thoroughly examined her vagina with my hands and eyes.
She stopped talking for a minute and took a deep breath. “There’s one other thing I’ve been wanting,” she said, “but I didn’t think you’d go along with it.”
“How do you know if you don’t ask?” I answered. “Why don’t you ask me and we’ll find out. Is it because it’s really nasty?”
She nodded her head, saying, “It’s really, really nasty, Brad….. and it involves other people, too. But,” she added, “if you’ll do it for me, there’s something in it for you.”
“Oh, I’m intrigued.” I replied. “Go on.”
“Let’s talk about it during dinner,” she said, “it’s kind of a long story and it’s, uh, very complicated.”
She’d piqued my interest for sure. Especially after hearing her secret confessions — my mind was filling up with all kinds of kinky things. Maybe she wanted to have a three-way. “Hmm, that might be interesting.” I thought.
We spent another half hour preparing dinner, or, rather I should say, I prepared dinner while she spent most of the time sitting at her kitchen table watching me. I had a small break waiting for the pasta water to boil, and during it, she called me over to the table and beckoned me to stand in front of her. She scooted back from the table and turned in her chair when I walked over to her. Then, without a word, her hands went to the waistband of my panties, pulled it down and tucked it under my balls. My tool sprung out and bobbed in front of her — its inflamed head pulsing and throbbing due to my extremely excited condition.
Without looking at me, Sharron bent her head down and started to rub my engorged penis against her face. As she did this, my cock left a thin trail of precum along the path where she rubbed. Gracefully, as she dragged it across her lips, she slipped my cockhead into her mouth and began to tongue and suck me. I silently prayed she would take the rest of my member into her mouth, but she didn’t.
As I watched, one of her hands sneaked down to below her belly and slipped into the tiny panties she was wearing. I felt my cock tighten as her legs widened and heard the faint sounds of wet pussy being parted by a probing finger. After a few seconds of fingering herself, she pulled her hand out from between her legs and moved it up toward my face. She never took my cock head out of her mouth, and she never said a word, but, I knew what she wanted.