Men Wearing Panties, Pantyhose, And Lingerie
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Title: My Panty Man
I love the feel of his flannel shirt. Gathering up his clothing, he just doesn?t get it! But I truly don?t mind, it?s my secret. His flannel shirt smells of him. His body warmth has softened the shirt. Before gathering up the other items, I wrap myself in his shirt, slipping my arms into the sleeves, pulling the shirt over my breasts. I try to button it but my breasts are too big. Thankfully I am home alone today; he would smile and grab my breasts. I button the shirt from the bottom up. The top 3 buttons left undone, my breasts wouldn?t let the button meet the buttonhole. I look in the mirror at my reflection. I see my breasts sticking out. I smirk and laugh slightly, pushing my breasts up even more. Wrapping my arms around myself, I feel his warmth. Standing looking in the mirror, I see another reflection, his reflection. How did he sneak in and me not hear him? He has the nosiest of things to take to work each morning. He wakes me up! I guess it was the pleasure I was getting from his shirt. He has a weary smile on his face, looking at me while still holding all his work stuff. I used the word stuff because when I mention tools other images come to mind. I hear him now putting his lunch box and thermos in the kitchen. I hear him open the door to the garage, the clanging noise of his work stuff. The door closes and it is quiet again. (Now for me to change out of his shirt quickly) I return to picking up more of his clothing on the floor. His work jeans, thermal shirt, and warm socks. I pick up his jeans, shake them to be sure the pockets are empty. I have learned not to put my fingers into his pockets. Nails come in all shapes and sizes but I like my fingers without the pricks from the nails. As I shake the jeans I notice his other clothing come tumbling out. I remember the first time I saw his special clothing. I don?t know if I was embarrassed or excited or both. He was bending over to get a beer for himself and a wine cooler for me from the ice chest. We were at a friend?s house barbequing. We were dating regularly; we could be called a couple. We have been intimate but I never noticed anything out of the norm. The waistband was thin and white nylon fabric showed over the top of his jeans. He stood up. I didn?t mention anything to him but began to watch him more closely that day. I was watching his butt for other signs, panty lines? I was watching him when he went to use the bathroom. As if I had x-ray vision and could see through the walls and door. I smoothed my hand over his butt, felt how easy and smooth my hand slide over his jeans but that was normal. Round firm butt cheeks, filled out jean pockets just right. As the day turned into night, saying good night to our friends we left to go home. He took me home, I had to get up early the next day, it was a Monday, a school day. He also had an early day the next day. He had long, tough days. He loves to create, construct, and build things with his hands. He once took me to his worksite, showing me the homes going up in a new subdivision. Even taking me into one of the homes describing each of the rooms in detail. I could hear him dreaming about the future he wanted. This felt so good. Maybe it was time to move this relationship to the next level. That week went on day by day. We always kept in contact with phone calls and he would stop by for dinner most evenings. We were intimate that week but I didn?t see any clothing out of the norm. We didn?t undress in the dark; as a matter of fact usually we undressed each other from living room to bedroom, enjoying each other. This was too intriguing; I had to find out what was on his mind. We didn?t share keys, so I wasn?t able to sneak into his place. I wouldn?t unless he knew I was in his place. But there was a side to him I wanted to find out about. My sexy, muscular, tough, and rugged looking guy had a secret. I wanted to know that secret. With the weekend here instead of having him over to my place to watch the hockey game, we met at his place. We are die hard hockey fans. He a Red Wing fan, I do have to admit they have pretty uniforms! I tell my love that all the time, then I get to tussle with him over that comment. He had on his Red Wing shirt. He tells me uniforms aren?t pretty! Tonight I am ready for the tussle. I want to see just what is underneath those jeans and hockey shirt. The tussle turns out to be more then a simple tussle. I feel his breathe on me. He is sitting on me, straddling my hips. I slip my hands down inside the back of his jeans. I feel his butt. I feel the thin waistband, the soft nylon fabric. He is staring into me, waiting for a reaction. I look into his eyes not sure if I see a sign of relief or embarrassment. I slip my hands further down into his jeans, feel his butt cheeks. Oh god! So smooth and soft, his eyes boring into my soul. As I slip my hands around to the front of his jeans. I unbutton and unzip the jeans, letting my fingers do the probing. The soft, smoothness is covering his treasures. I try to slip my hands further down to feel more. He eases up a little for me. I feel him trembling with his hands on my shoulders. I see and feel the question he his asking. I gesture for him to stand up. I ease his jeans down; I want to see what his secret is. I slip the jeans down slowly. Watching his face. I see his expression. I can usually read his expression but right now, he looks so confused. I want to be sure I don?t hurt him. This is a part of him I want to know about. I can?t believe what I see. He has on my favorite color in panties, purple. I let my hands brush over his treasures. I ask him to turn around; I brush my hand over his butt cheeks. Oh, I feel myself getting aroused. My fingers begin to get itchy and warm. I lick my lips. I have caressed his treasures before heard his pleasure but tonight I caress through the panties. Hear his deep moan. My love is soft. Everything tucked neatly inside the panties. He takes my hand, gently places it on the outside of his panties. Staring into my eyes, I gently begin to rub up and down his cock. Not really sure what to expect. But I hear a deep breath being taken and let out. I am nervous this is so new to me. The person I have known for months is telling me his secret, in his way. Not only is it a pleasure to him but I feel the excitement as I rub the outside of his panties. I am getting aroused. He is getting aroused, spotting the panties with precum. I rub his cock gently letting cum slip up and down his cock. He is spotting more. I wait for him to tell me what he wants. In his eyes I see the wanting; I bring myself closer to him. Resting my forehead on his pelvis, inhaling his scent. Letting my mouth open and tongue slip out. I lick the outside of his panties, tasting his precum, as my hand slips between his legs. I want to feel the heaviness of his balls. I feel his butt. The smoothness and warmth of him. I want to pull his panties down, to take him fully into my mouth. I have tasted and had him in my mouth so many times. But tonight I lick the outside and take him into my mouth panties and all, sucking him through the panties, tasting his cum, pulling more of it out as I swallow. My love is trembling, holding on to my shoulders. His panties soaked from cum and my mouth juices. The hockey game has started; we can here the game being called. But that isn?t important tonight. I want to see what he has on under the Red Wing shirt, that pretty uniform shirt! As I lift the shirt, I see his nice white undershirt! Oh now I am aroused. This guy who drives a pick up truck, rides a Harley, and builds homes wears panties but also wears undershirts. My hands slip up over his chest to feel his nipples, hard like pebbles in the sand. He pulls me to my feet, kisses me deeply. Hugging and holding on to each other. Tears slide down my face, knowing he has shared a secret with me, a deep personal secret. Running his fingers through my hair, he licks the tears away. Taking my hand, he leads me to his bedroom. Flips the lights on, opens the bottom drawer of his dresser. In this drawer is a rainbow of colors. Panties! We sit down on the floor; he shows me his panty collection. I recognize a pair or two. I thought I lost them at the Laundromat, he has taken them! I ease out of the sweater I have on, slip my jeans off. My nipples are hard and my panties are damp. He leans forward, pinches my nipples, they poke out of the bra. I unclasp the bra it opens in the front. He gently slips my breasts out. Holding and caressing the nipples. Taking one into his mouth and holding onto the other breast. I moan, begin to breathe deeply. I get so wet when he suckles. I open my legs; slip them around his waist, wanting to inch closer to him. As I do he trails his fingers down my tummy, over my ugly scars, pass my belly button. I lean back on my elbows, letting my head drop, hair touching the floor. Oh my god! His fingers trace the waistband of my panties but he isn?t pulling them down. His fingers are slowly slipping down the outside of my deep rose colored panties. As he traces the outline of my clit, it?s so hard, he has to feel it. My pussy lips feel so warm, wanting to be touched, I?m waiting. Patiently! I stare at the ceiling waiting for him. I feel his warm breath his tongue, lips on my panties. He is tasting and licking me. I tell him I am going to cum, inside my panties. He continues to lick and taste, pulling the orgasm out of me. I cum, soaking my panties. My love collapses on me. I push both of us to rest on our side. Together side by side on the floor we snuggle and cuddle, enjoying the warmth and intimacy. He hears the game, someone just scored and he missed it. I take clean panties out of the drawer, hand them to him to put on, as I take my clean panties from his drawer. We slip our jeans on, I pull my sweater on. We go back to watch the game. Sitting on the sofa, (watching the game) hip to hip. Thirsty! Hungry! My sexual appetite somewhat satisfied. I wonder how many hockey players wear panties. If they do are they wearing panties under those ?pretty? uniforms? My love wears panties under his work clothing. (Aren?t uniforms work clothes?) As he walks around the job site, his treasures rubbing, touching the nylon fabric, spotting the soft smooth fabric. I ask my love—do you think hockey players wear panties? You know under their uniforms? He looks at me. A look of confusion, but I see the question in his eyes. He shifts to get comfy again, parting his legs. I notice his treasures straining against the zipper in his jeans. I reach over gently brushing and rubbing my hand over his treasures. I am aroused, excited by his panty wearing. I know how soft and smooth nylon panties feel but now I know how good panties feel on his butt. Unzipping to release the strain on the zipper. Pulling his jeans apart, slipping my hand into the opening, letting my hand feel the soft smooth panties, feeling his coarse short hairs poking through the fabric. As I slip my hands further down feeling his treasures harden under my touches. I enjoy touching him as I shift to move in front of him, kneeling on the floor. Lifting his butt up, pulling his jeans off, parting his legs, I want to see his treasures in those panties, covering his cock and balls. I have beautiful soft nylon yellow panties in my hand. With panties covering my hand, I pull down the panties he has on, slip his treasures out and stroke his cock with the yellow panties. Fondling and cuddling his balls. At first I was simply sliding up and down but he got so hard, his breathing getting intense. All this time he is trying to pay attention to the game. I am distracting him now, I want his attention. I want him to know I will pleasure him with panties or without panties. He tells me he is close to cumming, wanting to explode in my hand. I look into his eyes without a word I continue to slip my hands up and down, over the top of his cock and down the other side. Precum, dripping lubricating the yellow nylon panties. He scoots down further on the sofa his butt almost off the cushion. I take him into my mouth, lick and taste, nibbling on his treasures, taking his balls into my mouth sucking on them. Letting my mouth juices run down, slipping the yellow panties up and down now damp with precum and from my mouth. I increase the pleasure for him. He is trying so hard to concentrate on the Red Wings. But right now I am taking advantage of him, stroking up and down. He grips the cushions on either side. He is so hard; I have not felt him this hard in along time. Faster and faster, I tell him, ?let me have it all, soak the panties for me, let me taste and feel you cum, feel all the pleasure, CUM, CUM HARD, feel the pleasure of my hands, the pleasure of my licking, taking you into my mouth, oh god, BABY CUM, CUM HARD!? He explodes soaking the yellow panties, covering my hands with his cum. He trembles, calling my name, cum spurting out, dripping running down his cock now. In my mind, I hear myself say, my sexy gorgeous guy wears panties. He loves me, trusts me to know his secret. His secret is now a pleasure we both can share in. To increase my loves pleasure the Red Wings win!
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