MEN in PANTIES STORIES
 
 

I'd like to share my first, amazing, real experience of wearing panties with another man. I first got interested in wearing panties in my teens, and in college I started wearing them most days. When I left and got a job and did the usual things I kind of stopped. I'd occasionally wear them with a girlfriend but that was it. About 18 months ago I was traveling on business in Kansas, and stayed in a big, typical traveler hotel. My trip got extended and I ended up staying there almost 3 weeks. On the Saturday at the beginning of the 4th week I was running out of clothes (came with 5 shirts, put them out for laundry every night) and so I asked at the front desk if there was a mall nearby.

I took a cab and got there about 4pm and wandered for a while. I bought a few shirts, socks, razors and decided to get some underwear, boxers or something like that. I realized that I was standing in an aisle next to ladies lingerie, and without any real intention I casually began strolling the racks.

The deliciously silky briefs, thongs and G strings began to fire my imagination, and I suddenly so wanted to buy some and take them back to the hotel. I don't think I would have though, and I was turning to go when I walked straight into a smiling, middle aged woman, the assistant for the section. She saw the bags I was carrying and she caught my eye.

"Good afternoon," she said, "are you looking for anything specia? We have some lovely sets if you're looking for a gift," and she pointed towards some racks at the far end of the aisle.

"Thanks, but I'm OK, thanks," and I blushed slightly and turned to go, but this was one woman who'd seen this before.

She deftly stepped 'round, put one hand very lightly on my shoulder, looked up at me and said, "Well perhaps I could show you something else, won't take a minute," and she guided me further along the panties aisle.

I kind of stammered and went with her.

A few steps away she stopped, and pointing up at a pair of pink satin high cut bikini briefs she said, "Oohh these look nice," and lifted a large size pair off the rack.

I looked nervously around, expecting any moment she would somehow turn on me but she didn't. She was moving down the line. She picked up a pair of black thongs with a sheer, almost transparent front and a pair of lacy white bikini briefs.

She began moving down the aisle, and I almost cried out, "Really, that's fine, thanks."

She turned to me and said, "So would you like to take these?" and without having time to think I said yes.

She smiled, became very professional, moved to the till and charged me $120. She knew what she was doing all right!. I blushed a little more, paid her and took her bag. She smiled up at me, "Do come back again, perhaps we could find more you like."

As I walked away back to the mall, looking around casually to see if anyone had seen me, I realized I had a blazing hard on, and I hoped no one could see me. I couldn't believe I'd brazenly bought panties in a department store in a mall in broad daylight! And I couldn't believe how much I wanted to pull them on, pull them up tight against my cock, see myself stroking myself through the silky fabric. I jumped in the first cab and headed back to my hotel.

I didn't realize how distracted I was until the cab driver said to me, "You seem to be very interested in those," and to my horror I realized that I had taken the pink pair out of the bag and I was running the silk around my hands and fingers — he had seen me, and he'd probably seen the massive bulge in my light khakis.

His eyes caught mine in the mirror. He was about 35, very clear eyes, and he was staring at me, a smile fliting across his face. "I said you seem to be very interested in those," he repeated.

"Eh... yes, yes... I was just looking at them, they are for my girlfriend, she asked me to pick them up."

His eyes held mine. "So she's back at the hotel then? Aren't women strange — you'd have thought on a Saturday she'd have wanted to go to the mall, especially if buying what you've got there," he said with a grin. He was driving me to the hotel. He knew where I was going. I looked away, but back in the mirror his eyes held mine.

He started to speak, very seductively," I sometimes find panties like that in the back of the cab, you'd be surprised what people do in here. Look. I've got a pair here." He opened the glove box and pulled out a pair of crotchless, nylon, black and red, cheap looking panties. Here, take a look," he said and tossed them next to me.

I was frozen for a second. "Really, its all right, have a look," he said again. I picked them off the seat next to me. "Well what do you think?" he said. His eyes caught mine in the mirror again. We were turning off the freeway.

"Not as nice as the ones you've got there," he said. The car slowed down slightly, and turned into a small car park. The car stopped. He pulled the brake and turned round to look straight at me. He was attractive and fit looking.

"I'm Mike," he said, "and Id love to see you wear those."

My heart leapt. I didn't feel threatened, I felt stunned. He turned, leaned forward, and ran his leg along my thigh, straightening the fabric, making my bulge seem huge.

"And I think you would too," he said. "Why don't I get in the back and give you a hand?"

I nodded. I couldn't speak. I suddenly wanted so much to be in my panties with this man. He got out, opened the back door and got in. He moved close to me.

"Shall I help you with your trousers?"

I squeaked a 'yes', and he reached over, pulled me towards him and found my zipper. He pulled it down, my belt still fastened. He opened my fly, and tugged out the blue fabric of my boxers and murmured, "Oh I think we can do better than this, don't you?", and easing his fingers into the top of my boxers reached over to pick up the pink panties and the bag with the other two. I could feel his fingers moving closer to my cock, and then slowly sliding down it until he was cupping my balls. He loosened my belt. I was in heaven, I had never had a man touch my cock, though I had often imagined it, and now here I was with a stranger in a car park with his hands down my pants.

He said, a little hoarsely, "Which would you like to put on?" He tossed all three on the car seat and laid them out with his free hand. "How about these?" he said holding up the black, slightly transparent pair.

I nodded, and he told me to kick off my shoes as he lifted me up slightly and pulled down my pants and boxers. I couldn't believe it — I was sitting naked from the waist down on a leather car seat with a massive hard on in front of a man who was about to dress me in the sexiest, skimpiest panties you could imagine.

He stopped for a second, pushed my legs slightly apart and ran his fingers up the inside of my thighs, stroking my balls, gently encircling my cock and letting his fingers tickle the very tip of my cock. "Mmm you're lovely," he said. "Let's put these on you now," and with that he reached down and put both my feet in the leg holes of the black pair and lifting me up he pulled them up to my thighs.

The sight was fantastic, my cock held taught, my balls held up by the tight fabric. I just wanted him to keep stroking my cock, and he held it tight as he stretched the flimsy fabric over my cock. Damn it looked hot! I couldn't believe it was me, my cock was clearly visible through the transparent fabric, and my hard on was holding the sides apart, the sides of my balls were peeking out. Mike was now rubbing me rhythmically and quite hard and I was getting near to coming. He lifted one side of the waistband, and forced the tip of my cock to peek through the top.

Then, sitting down next to me he un-buttoned his jeans, pulled down his briefs and a beautiful cock sprang up. He was much bigger than me, and I was transfixed. I'd sneaked a peak in the gym before but never anything like this. He pushed me into the seat corner, and laid me down, one leg on the floor, the other on the seat. This was amazing! He pushed my head down and lay on top of me, his cock pressing down on me hard through the black panties. As he rubbed against me my cock was being wanked by the friction of the waist band. I could feel his strong, beautiful cock against me and it was bliss!! He stopped, lifted me up and ran his hands around to my bottom, sneaked under the waist band and gently ran his fingers along my cheeks, an exploring little finger pushing up in me — it was heavenly, and he kept it there as he continued rubbing me with his cock.

At that second another car pulled into the car park. Mike looked up, pulled up his pants and jumped through the front seats into the driver side. He was a licensed taxi driver, he couldn't afford any trouble. I was dressed from the waist up, I was OK.

Mike put the car into gear and asked me to pull my trousers up. I did so, leaving the black thong on. He said whew as we drove to the hotel, about a block away, and my hard on was not so visible as I arrived and got out at the entrance. I went to the driver's door to pay him — and ask him if maybe he wanted to come inside.

Mike opened the door, and as he talked to me he rubbed my crotch, making me rock hard again. I asked him in, and he said, "Love to, but a problem right now."

"Ok," I said, picked up my bags and walked inside. Mike drove off. Back in the room I immediately stripped and watched myself stroke my cock through my panties, imagining it was Mike. I couldn't believe I hadn't said, "Well maybe later," or, "give me your number."

I was too hyper with the rush. I almost came imagining myself on that car seat, and with one last stroke I came with massive force in the panties, instantly soaking them. As I came I pulled the front down, and caught a couple of hot squirts on my stomach. I pulled them back up to feel the hot spunk around my cock and balls. Damn, I should have got a contact number or something. I never saw Mike again, but still think about that day. And also when I ran out of the cab I picked up the cheap crotchless pair that Mike had shown me in my rush. I still wear them sometimes, it reminds me so much of that fabulous day.

Since then I've started wearing panties much more often. I often travel on business and I've had the chance to meet many more panty-lovers. I usually wear a white thong and low cut jeans, and in a club (usually a gay TV-friendly club) I hitch the thong sides up high above the jeans waist band. In fluorescent light it's quite a come on!! A fabulous way to advertise my love of panties — and usually attracts an admirer (or two). But that's another story :)