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PANTY STORY # 55
She was attending the Community College, where I worked in maintenance. I was attending the college part time when I met her. She was tall, blonde, a nursing student, Polish, and had a terrific panty line. We went on a weekend excursion sponsored by the college. It was a mini bus load of students and a few faculty members. I thought she was with one of the faculty members. Turned out she wasn't with the English Prof., I found out when I invited her to my balcony for some refreshments. I was careful to leave the drawer in the hotel dresser slightly open. My leopard print panties were folded so you couldn't tell if they were men's briefs or women's panties. She saw them and in a nice high pitch voice made a comment how nice they were for a guy. My eyes looked into hers and I fell in love with her. Of course, I couldn't reveal it to her. We enjoyed the balcony scene together, my reaction to her observation about my panties was getting the best of me. She dropped a cigarette and bent down to pick it up. The exposed waist band showed me that she was wearing pink satin panties, my personal favorite.
By the second night in Canada, I thought I was in heaven. We held hands while riding in the minibus to the various places, and managed to snuggle in the back of the bus. I was like a teenager on his first date, except my hardness was wrapped in a pair of full briefs, by Vanity Fair. We fell in love over the next four years, and it was some of the best times of my life. Wherever we go we would wear panties. When we'd go to a section of the park, that is frequented by alternative lifestyle types, they would follow us into the deeper parts of the woods. We would lay out a blanket and have our outer clothes off in no time. My panties would be stretched to the waistband, while my face would be pressed against the crotch of her panties. Many observers caught our action, it turned us both on.
I especially liked it when she would wrap my favorite member into a pair of her panties and would stroke it with a loose hand so that the satin would slide up and down it's hard length. She would then have me take over, until I would wet the panties, she would then lick me through the panties like a hot creamcicle. We would go to clubs that had a mixed crowd. I'd wear shorts with panties under them. At the bar, she would stroke me, until I was sticking out of the bottom of the shorts. She would pull out an extra pair of panties, and stroke me. Many of the patrons would stare at her efforts, I would try not to wet the panties. Eventually, we would leave, with a following in tow. She wasn't into unknown partners most of the time. We would put on quite a show for the patrons, then finish up in the parking garage.
There was a time when we went to one of those peep shows. After some coaxing from me, she came in with me. I found a booth with a friendship hole in the wall. I leaned against the hole, with my shorts off, pantied ass exposed to the booth next to me. She took off her shorts as well. Her matching panties looked great in the glow of the porno movie coming from the small screen. Someone entered the other booth, and started to play with my pantied ass, while she was on her knees in front of me. I tapped her on the shoulder and she stood up to place her tongue down my throat. I turned her around, like we were on the dance floor. I slid her over to the hole in the wall. I could hear the guy say, what a beautiful pair of panties on such a beautiful ass, he reached under her crotch to find a soaking pair of panties. He gasped, he wanted to come over. I said sure. She got on her knees, while he knocked and slid into the booth with us. She immediately sucked him into her hot mouth, while he fondled my raging cock through my pink satin panties. He shot a big load into her mouth, which she kept swirling around her tongue. He said thanks, and left the booth. She then placed her full mouth over my cock. It was like a cum filled pussy. I shot an additional load into her already cummy mouth. She then rose to her feet, and french kissed me. I would have married her on the spot. Unfortunately, we didn't get married. She moved on and I've never missed anyone more than her.
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Bill, I'm writing this thank you note for having the time to read and publish my story, "Miss My Nurse Mistress". It is a true story, and I would love to find the woman that I was talking about in the story. Do any women read the site? If she has access to the net, I wouldn't doubt that she would search the web for panty stories, that is what I miss most about her, she loved what I loved. Did you get my snail mail address? I would enjoy your catalog. The pictures on the web page don't do justice to photographs or videos. I printed out the story, above and will use it this evening to help enjoy the panty session that I have scheduled for myself. I have saved a few brand new pairs of Vanity Fair Briefs, for special celebrations. I have the pair that I saved, in case we ever did get to enjoy a honeymoon. They are Sweetheart Pink, in my favorite style number, 15-712, and are size 4 (the size that I still wear). I have masturbated hundreds of times while having them hanging on their original hanger, just reminiscing of the many fine days I spent with my panty loving nurse. Tonight, I will be celebrating in the same way, thanking you and her for giving a guy like me a good time.