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Panty Stories
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PANTY STORY # 5
I was out of town on business, sitting in my rental car writing up some notes before I was going to get out to use an outside pay phone. A woman walked up to my window and tapped on it, scaring me a bit cuz I was concentrating on my work.
I rolled down the window, and she began to tell me how she needed some money to pay her rent, and was pretty desperate. I absentmindedly shook my head and started to get back to my notes. She didn’t give up and said that she wasn’t a prostitute, but was desperate enough to do almost anything to raise the $20 she needed to pay the rent so she could get back into her room. She said, looking back over her shoulder, that her ex-husband had always said that she gave a really good blow job, and she’d appreciate if I could help her out. She came around to the other side of my car and slid into the seat next to me.
I was really nervous at this point, and not sure what to do or say next. She was in her late 30’s, a little worn around the edges from a tough life, but not at all unattractive. I told her that I wasn’t able to take her up on the offer of a blowjob, but understood what it was like to be in a jam.
She asked me if there was something else she could do for me, to encourage me to give her some money. I felt my heart start to pound and my hands felt sort of shaky. I wasn’t interested in sex with her, cuz I am really happily married, but she had started that old Sex-Motor running inside of me. I said that I wouldn’t be interested in sex with her, but I wondered if she’d be interested in something a little kinky?
Sure she said, did I want to have her dominate me...no I said, something much tamer. I asked if she’d be willing to give me her panties...if they were nylon...for the 20 bucks. She smiled over at me and asked if I also wore them, and wanted to know if I was wearing panties now.
Yes, I answered to both, because as I may have told you, I do wear panties whenever I can on the road. She asked again if I wanted her to dominate me about the panties, and I said no, but I had a friend on the west coast who seemed to like that.
She was wearing a simple, white blouse (no bra...and her breasts were very large and hung down from their weight) and a cotton print skirt with no stockings. She turned around on the seat, putting one leg up against the back rest and the other right on the front edge of the seat. She asked me if I liked looking at panties as much as wearing them...and I sheepishly nodded yes. She said that she thought showing me her panties and then if I’d drive her back to her hotel so she could pay her bill and get into her room so she could take them off for me there would be much nicer than having to give a blow job. My hands really began to shake now.
She pulled the skirt so it raised up just a bit so I could see more of her legs, but still none of the panties, and then asked me what I was going to do with the panties once she gave them to me. I blubbered a bit before I could get myself to say that I’d think about her, and that when I got back to my hotel, I planned to wrap them around my cock and jack myself off with them. That made her smile a tiny bit and she raised the skirt a little bit more, so now I could see just a tiny bit of the panties as they covered her butt and had a peek at the double fabric covering her crotch.
I was almost delirious from excitement, and she commented on how my hands were sharking. Was I scared she asked. No, I said, but I was never more excited in my life. That made her giggle and then she lifted her skirt enough so she knew I had a perfect view of her white panties. They were nylon, and from what I could see, they looked like they were briefs!!! The crotch panel was pressed tightly against her pussy and I was able to make out the crack. I could see her dark hair poking through some of the fabric above the crotch panel.
I moved around a little so I faced her more, and left one of my hands resting on my lap to cover the bulge that was growing there. She asked me how I got interested in panties, and I told her what I have told you about having to wear my mother’s panties to school when I was really young. She got serious looking and asked if I felt bad or guilty about my panty-love. I said I wasn’t anymore, but for a long time I did feel bad. She asked about whether any women knew about my love of panties, and I said only a couple who I wrote to nowadays, but that I had had some very exciting times with panties in the past.
We decided to get going to her hotel before I caused some real trouble with my penis poking out like that. She kept her legs up for me the entire way back, and I managed to fish out a twenty to give her as I got up to the Motel 6 she was living at. She asked me to let her out by the road, so she could pay her bill. She asked me to wait a few minutes after she went into her room before I came up.
Now I was getting nervous again. What if there was some guy waiting up there, or what if she had a gun? I almost drove off, when her door opened and she smiled and waved me to come up. I hesitated, but thought about how nice she had been, so I went in. It was a very plain room, with no real signs of living beside some take-out cartons and a laundry basket in the corner.
She offered me a beer, which I gladly took, and I sat on the edge of the bed nervously. She asked me if I had changed my mind about that blow job...she had a rubber in the bathroom, and would gladly use it if I’d feel better about it that way. No, I said, I didn’t want to cheat on my wife. She asked if I thought looking at her panties was cheating, and I said it probably was, but I couldn’t really help myself about that, and that sex was something I never cheated about.
She parked herself on the very plain chair they provided in the room and slowly parted her knees, and lifted up the skirt again. We talked about how much I loved to peek up dresses. She wanted to know if I liked to see naked women, and I said that was very nice, but it didn’t meet my need to see a woman wearing panties. She asked if I wanted her to take off her clothes so I could see the panties better. I told her I’d like to peek up her dress some more. She moved around and posed several different ways so I could see her white panties really well.
My cock was really hard now and every time I moved, I could feel the nylon fabric from my panties rubbing up against the bottom of its head. She noticed it poking out and told me it would be very exciting for her to see me wearing my panties. I was wearing a pair of black Vanity Fair briefs...I think they are the ones you sent me...and I was soon sitting in a white shirt and tie, black sox and my nylon panties.
She asked me lots of questions about what I liked about panties, how I used them and things like that. Then she suddenly got up and went over to the hamper. She dug around for a second and pulled out a pair of silky nylon briefs. They were soon sitting in my lap and she asked me if I’d like to jack off for her while she put on a show for me.
I was stunned, but managed to blurt out "OK" as she parked herself at the top of the bed with pillows propping her up. She asked me to turn myself around so she could see me better, and wanted to know everything about how I jacked myself off with the panties. I said I’d show her, if she’d open her legs so I could see hers. The skirt was now bunched in her lap, knees drawn up close to her butt and spread very wide open.
I pushed my cock down so it came out of the right leg opening, and pulled the crotch material all the way over so my balls and cock were fully exposed. She talked about boyfriends she’d had growing up who seemed pretty interested in her panties, but it wasn’t until I started describing my interests to her, she said, that it brought back how they played endlessly with her pussy thru the panties...almost like they were as interested in the nylon material as in her wet slit. I agreed, and said there were really a lot of guys like me who would prolong the petting before sex so we would get maximum time with the panties a girl wore.
She draped a hand down and rubbed her thigh and let her fingers float over the white nylon material covering her slightly round belly. I folded the panties she had given me the way I always do so there is a double layer of nylon and formed a cradle for my hard cock to rest in. I told her that when I really wanted or needed to get off quickly, I rubbed myself with my hand wrapped around the double fabric.
If I wanted things to last a long time, I told her, I’d just hold the nylon material snugly from the top of the nylon cradle and swirl the fabric up and down and twist it so it rubbed the head in all the most sensitive places.
She was fascinated, and as we talked about how I jacked off, she slipped a finger into the very top of her slit and began to softly rub herself. She asked me if I wanted her to take the panties off, and I said no, I really liked watching her just the way she was. She didn’t seem to take long playing with herself, but from her breathing, I could tell she had had a very tiny orgasm. I was really getting excited and it was obvious to both of us I was going to cum soon.
She lifted her hips and skinned off her white panties and knelt in front of me still holding her skirt up so I could see her dark bush and swollen lips hanging down between her spread legs. She looked at me and asked if there was anything else she could do to make my orgasm any stronger, and I said I really loved to have my balls rubbed with panties at the same time I was jacking off.
She smiled and folded her still warm briefs and cupped my tight balls gently with the nylon, while I continued to swirl my cock in its nylon cradle. I could feel myself start to cum and she reached forward and blew warm breath against my neck as she applied a little more pressure to my balls.
The sensation of nylon on nylon rubbing my cock and nylon on nylon pressing and rubbing around on my scrotum caused a violent eruption to start. Cascades of my semen flew out covering the folds of her skirt and dripped down onto her hot belly skin, finally stopping and collecting in her pubic hair. She gave the hand I was using to jack off with a little squeeze, and swirled the white panties in her hand around the black nylon fabric which covered my belly.
She took the panties from the hamper I was using to jack off with and wiped herself and then me. I felt a shiver start at my heels and run up to my neck when she rubbed me with the panties to clean me, but I quickly began to wonder what I should do next. She made that easy, by tossing the soiled panties into the basket again, and holding the pair she had been wearing and which had rubbed on my balls, under my nose. There was a slight perfume scent to them, but not much else.
She said she had washed herself off in a restroom earlier, before she came out into the parking lot were she found me, so she was pretty devoid of her usual scents she said. I was sort of disappointed, but when she picked up my hand and placed the white panties into it, I felt excitement begin again. She also noticed how my cock twitched, and seemed to begin to grow again. She just smiled at me, and thanked me for helping her out.
I mumbled that I was really glad to help her out, and that I probably should have just given her the money with no strings. She laughed, and said she had been ready to suck me or fuck me or even to do anal sex so she’d have a place to sleep tonight. There was a check she was picking up tomorrow that would get her over this bad time, but she had been pretty desperate because the manager at the hotel had said he was going to throw her stuff out on the parking lot if she didn’t pay up...I guess she’d been stringing him along on paying for the past few days, and had almost enough money, but was just short when she talked to me.
I pulled my pants on over my black panties and got ready to go. She stopped me and gave me a really innocent peck on the cheek and said I was a nice guy not to take advantage of her offer for sex...she’d never done that before, and now still hadn’t, and felt very good about our trade. She also said it was something really different that turned her on more than she expected, and that she’d keep her eye out for guys like me who seemed very interested in peeking up her dress. Maybe, she said, they’d turn out to be as much fun to play with as I was.
I was pretty excited by all this, and thought about it a lot in my hotel room that nite. I handled the panties and smelled them as I used the black pair I’d worn earlier to jack off with. On my flight back, I kept the white panties I’d gotten from that woman (she said her name was Chris) bunched down inside the panties I was wearing, and when I went back to the bathroom to pee, I found myself looking at them again.
I carefully folded them and quickly jacked off into the tiny metal sink thinking of how exciting my afternoon had been. I came in a fountain again, with streams of semen flowing down into the drain opening. None had gotten on the panties though, because this time I had covered them with my hand...so I could jack off faster and not raise any suspicions with those waiting outside to use it next. I cleaned it all up, and went back to my seat where I fell into a deep sleep.