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PANTY STORY # 70
Dragons, Dragons Everywhere
She collects dragons, like I collect panties. Helping a friend of mine every once in a while, has exposed both of our collections to each other. Living in an old home, that she inherited from her parents, it shows the years of neglect. I had worked in maintenance for years, so I could show her how to do something, and patiently watch her try out what I had shown her.
Many times, I got to see the waist band of her panties as she would bend to do the various jobs, that I had taught her. She wore full briefs, now, when I first met her it was all types. After doing my laundry at her house, I had left a pair of my pink Vanity Fair briefs, in her aging washer. I didn't know it. The next day, I came through the kitchen door, and hanging on a plastic hanger was a pair of pink full briefs. Still didn't register, because her laundry was in the basket near the clothes tree and I thought they were hers. I hoped to see her in them someday. We were taking it easy that day, she works rotating shifts and was going in for the afternoon shift. I was wearing a pair of royal blue, Vassarette hi cut briefs, with a satin finish. Dropped a piece of paper, and bent down to retrieve it, and my panties showed themselves. She said, "that reminds me, did you leave something here yesterday?" In her hand was the hanger with the pink panties, I said yes, and blushed almost the same color as the panties.
After that day I felt comfortable around her. She had a large old space heater in the middle room, it was great on those cold days of winter, The heat would penetrate into your bones, but if you wore jeans like I usually do, they would get extremely hot and burn your legs when you moved. I had been stopping in regularly, and had showered there occasionally. I would leave a stack of clean clothes, including some of my panties at her house, in case we'd get dirty working on the old house.
On some of those cold days, I'd shower and come back downstairs, wearing only panties and a tee shirt, haven't got to wear a slip or teddy, in front of her, yet. Would love to, though. I'd stand in front of the Moore heater, with a really hard erection. Sometimes she would say to control myself, when I'd rub the satin on my favorite member. She was really nice about it, that turned me on even more. Here was someone my age, who did not treat it as something freaky, she doesn't realize how much she could control the situation.
One day, I knocked on the back door, opened it slightly, and yelled "hello?".
I figured she was upstairs, and I walked in. Standing in the doorway between the dining room and the living room, she was talking on the phone facing the t.v. in the living room. She was wearing a pair of satin briefs, a light shade of pink, and a bra. I almost came in my own panties. That's the effect she has on me. She finally turned around and screamed into the phone, it was her sister on the other end. She told her she was standing in her underwear when I came in. I apologized to her, but said she looked cute that way. I guess she doesn't know how cute she looks dressed in satin panties, I could cum just watching her walk around with those panties hugging her hips. If only she knew, how much it turns me on, and how vulnerable I am in that condition. She could get a lot of things done around the house. I'd love to play house with her. Maybe she'll let me someday, soon.
I've suggested it. So far she hasn't taken me up on it. I'd love her to spank me in my panties, when she tells me to control myself, for rubbing myself through my panties. I love to be spanked on the crotch of the panties, just below my testicles. What do you think I should do to get the message across to her?
Still don't think she has more dragons than the number of panties in my collection.
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I left a printed copy of my recent panty story, "Dragons, Dragons Everywhere", on her dining room table. It was on top of her new mail, so I'd be sure she read it. The next day I planned to stop at her house.
It was worth the risk, all she would have to do, is not mention it, or show some sign of liking the idea.
As I knocked on the door, my brilliant white satin high cut Vassarette panties were outlining the obvious bulge, my black lycra shorts only made the scene more erotic. Framing all this were my black chaps; macho lines, not much different than what a black satin garter belt does for a beautiful satin covered rump. My size 4 hips look and feel great in this outfit. I ride a motorcycle, and that allows me to dress this way. I had splashed on some TABU, cologne.
The knock was deliberately a quiet one, so that I might get another viewing of her standing in her full satin panties, again. I let myself in and walked quietly through the dining room. She was sitting on the floor, sorting environmental papers, while watching the tube. I was treated to a nice view of her white satin panties, sticking above her sweat pants. Not exactly what I had hoped for, but my bulge, got a little harder.
No sign of hostility from the note I had left on the table. I was getting excited, by the minute. It was an extremely hot day, so I needed to get the leather chaps off. I took the opportunity to slip out of the black lycra shorts at the same time. My white satin high cuts felt great against my hard cock. I walked into the living room and sat in the chair behind her, so that I could see her panties better. I rubbed myself through the panties as we chatted. She had a nice warm smile on her, I was pretty sure she had read my note.
I didn't want to rush the situation, so as not to spoil the prospect. It was a Sunday and a friend was supposed to help work on one of my older motorcycles. He paged me, and I had to wait for another day, with Dragon Lady.
We were to meet at my garage a few blocks away. I had to get dressed again, and take my regular ride over, and get changed into work clothes. Damn.
We worked on the project bike, and got it back together. My mind kept wandering back to the panties that she was wearing, but while help was available, I had to stay. We finished up and decided to take a test ride. My friend had an elderly aunt who loves company, about an hour away. We decided to go that far to clear out any sludge in the carbs and burn out the carbon in the engine as it had sat a few years before I bought it a year ago.
It was really hot, when we left around 6 pm. I had changed out of the work clothes and was able to slip back into the high cut panties and lycra shorts, the chaps were already melting on my legs. The ride was great. We arrived at his aunt's house. A really beautiful woman answered the door. She looked like she was in her late fifties. She was wearing a long satin half slip, a nice shade of beige, with a slit over her knees. Over the slip, she had a nice quality cotton nightgown, with the hem deliberately torn in a provocative vee. She had beautiful blue eyes and a nice smile. An apology came out of her, she was ready to bed down for the night. The night gown was ripped because she had just had a hip replaced, she told us. She offered us some food, but we didn't want her to bother with it. She turned into the other room, I'd say she had size 4 or 5 hips (38 metric or 40 metric), and the cotton gown was torn above her rump, to show the satin slip hugging her new hip. She looked great and I couldn't help noticing it.
She excused herself, and came back with a dark red satin house coat. We chatted for nearly an hour. Her eyes sparkled the whole time, and she was a charmer. Into health foods, and I say it must work. I know a little about health food and you could tell from her conversation, she really knows a lot.
She had a nice garden, that we walked to, across the driveway. She used my arm to support herself crossing the gravel drive. The herbs were beautiful, and I was tempted to slip my hand across her satin covered ass. I behaved myself.
We were invited to stop next weekend, there is an air show scheduled and I said if the weather was nice I would stop. I can't wait to see her again. It would be nice to schedule another late evening surprise visit, who knows what type of satin she'd be wearing then.
In the meantime, I would get some sleep, wearing a full slip and full brief panties. I plan to revisit Dragon Lady tomorrow morning.
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Sandra,
This note is for your eyes only, I would appreciate if you return it immediately, whether you take me up on the offer or not. I feel extremely self conscious about writing it.
I am writing to you, in confidence, concerning a proposal that I hope will be of interest or at least tolerable, to you. As you know I am not the average run of the mill character. It has been nice to be able to express some of my unusual tastes around you. I feel quite comfortable in your company. Ever since I was a child, I've had an interest in being able to communicate my fondness to dress the way I do, with an understanding woman. You seem to accept me on that level. It really opens me up to have the opportunity to relax while dressed in ways that many women would get upset about.
The other day, when I walked in while you were on the phone with your sister, I almost lost it. You looked beautiful, standing in your panties. It hasn't left my mind since that day. If you had stood there a few more moments, I probably would have climaxed myself.
I would love to be able to have you take charge of my vulnerability in that area. I am sure, I could get many things done with you, around the house, I'd love to play house with you. It would be a dream come true, for me. I love to be able to dress in lingerie, it would get a lot accomplished. It could be great, you could take charge in ways that you see fit. And I promise you that we could both be happy campers.
I have never written this type of request before, and trust that you will keep it in the upmost confidence. It is difficult to communicate the fact that I would love to be your panty slave, but that is how I feel. It is odd, I know. I think you understand and with your sensibilities, I feel that it okay to ask. If it isn't, please let me know. The intrigue is killing me. You don't realize how many days, I've gone home to finish off what you have started for me, little things like your preference for full briefs, the occasional panty exposure have started my excitement. I've dreamed of the day that I could have enough nerve to ask.
Can I be your panty slave? It is something that I've always wanted to be. If you accept my request, please indicate so, by accepting the gift I have brought.