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PANTY STORY # 91
Dear Bill,
Here is a true account of an experience I had where I was invited to house-sit for a couple. I was at their place for a month, so you can imagine the fun that I had! But even more exciting was the fact that the lady of the house knew more about me, than I did about her... at least in the beginning!
But then that's the subject of the story...
House-sitting
Like so many others who love lingerie and the special allure that we who are completely helpless in the face of our fascination, enjoyment, and total subjection to our most personal and intimate pleasures experienced, most of us being male, I too enjoy providing my house-sitting services to a lady or couple, for the extra special opportunities afforded! To catch that first glimpse of a woman's most intimate secrets as one opens her drawer full of dainties, is without a doubt, a wonderful heart stopping event! Not only her daily lingerie that might appear in public view hanging on an outdoor line or the sorting table at the laundry is there to behold... but the fortunate person who is entrusted with longer term caring for the house... can indulge in revealing for his pleasure, each and every feminine item that may never be privy to public scrutiny. Her intimate fashions are his to enjoy in complete relaxation and in a totally unhurried manner!
To pick up and smell. To caress and unfold. To hold up and note the colour, texture, special adornments, degree of opaqueness as you look through and at so many of her delicate items! To check the size of her panties and bras, slips and sleepwear, perhaps even her blouses, skirts and dresses... and if she's a sensuous and randy woman, girdles, garters and stockings... and imagine her lingerie caressing, hugging and shaping your own body! And then finally to succumb to the carnal desires and feel her delicate and feminine things float over your firey feminine form... and then finally to touch your most special and intimate places, feel you sex respond to the manipulations and excitement of being in her delicate clothes!
How far we go with our seduction always poses such a difficult dilemma! We know that if we wear anything for any length of time, we'll leave traces of our excitement in her panties, girdles, or slips! And if we linger too long, or touch and imagine too much... there will be much more than only a trace! I love to venture as near and as often as is possible to that possible final outcome, trying on and wearing as many of her things as I can. Holding back that powerful urge to be over and done with those wonderful sensations... knowing that if I fall over the edge and orgasm, I'll have a more difficult situation to deal with... lends itself to the most intense feelings possible!
You want and need... but won't. How more could one prolong and intensify the self-satisfaction? I love to be able to come so close, feel this way time and time again. It is so, so wonderful!
It may happen that you loose control! Who hasn't! Suddenly there is no turning back! As much as you might not want what is about to happen, there is no denying that force and urgency that is orgasm. And if you try to stop, you can ruin all of the anticipation of feeling your sex convulse and flood her intimate wear with your sweet, hot, sticky cum! Oh God! It feels so complete and wonderful and makes the minutes, and hopefully hours, and anticipation so worthwhile and incredibly special!
You can only hope that you haven't soiled something that is `dry clean only'!
My last opportunity to `house-sit' was such a memorable event, that I think many of you, will enjoy my tale of good fortune, and it's my hope that you might have similar and equally wonderful experiences some day in your future! And especially for the real ladies out there... here's how to take full advantage of those who you know are so very curious of the secrets contained within your lingerie drawers!
A few years ago I was offered free use of a couple's house who had resided in my home town for many years. They had moved away years previously, but often return to their cottage near my home. It was on one of their visits that we met again over dinner with my wife and another couple, and in the course of our conversations, it became evident that they lived in the same city that I often visited for professional reasons. It so happened that my entire next time away from home working in their city, coincided with a planned stay at their camp for the entire summer, and they graciously offered me free use of their new home, in return for the security of knowing that someone would be living there helping to look after their place, cut the grass, and keep the gardens watered, at least for the month that I would be in their place.
Since I was to be away for an entire month, I made certain that I had packed a complete selection of all kinds of my favourite things! When I'm away from home, if even just over night, I seldom travel light! I normally take at least three bras, a couple of control briefs, and perhaps five or six pairs of panties, for necessities, entertainment purposes, or in case of the many wonderful `accidents' that seem to so frequently occur! Not that I'm accident prone... I'm just so completely horny and so many times end up with totally wet panties!
For the whole month that I was to be away, I had a very difficult time getting the feminine things that I felt necessary to bring, into a huge suitcase! And it's always so difficult deciding what `not' to bring! Adding greatly to the bulk of my girl things was the assortment of bras that I so loved to wear and for which I was developing a functional need for, due to my using hormones for about a year and a half. I was moving from a 36A to a B-cup... so both fit to a degree, depending upon the style and manufacture... and of course in anticipation of my freedom and opportunity to dress all of the time, I was even more excited than normal and excitement usually translates into more!
I knew that when I arrived, my friends were still to be at home, but intending to leave the next day. The lady, whose things that I knew I'd be intimately familiar with long before my departure, welcomed me in with a warm hug and a kiss that seemed much more than a simple welcome! I considered myself wise for having slipped off my bra a 100 miles earlier, because with the all encompassing hug Sally met me with, she most certainly would have placed her hand upon the back strap of my bra right away. And fear of all fears... or is it why we do it... I would have been discovered!
She said that her husband was at the golf course, as they were all packed-up and ready to go... and that she was free to help me get at least some of my things up to my 2nd floor bedroom. Together, we moved all of my things into the house and then she directed me upstairs to the largest of their three spare bedrooms. It had a large closet with more than enough room and hangers, and an empty tall-boy dresser for putting my folded things in. I eagerly anticipated putting all of my dainties into the spacious drawers, and hanging up my skirts, blouses, and dresses. Just the sight of my pretty things is always enough to make me consider taking a break from anything that I'm doing!
Sally was so very helpful at getting my things upstairs, my computer moved into another room which would serve as my office, my personal grooming items stored neatly in the spare bathroom, and all of my little things neatly put away, so that there remained only my 'large' suitcase and a couple of boxes of femme accessories left to empty. As I had all of my drab clothing now put away, Sally suggested that we finish unpacking my remaining bag, and then we'd go downstairs to relax a little and later prepare dinner. She was expecting her husband home in a couple of hours or so. Of course I didn't want to open the remaining things, because they were absolutely full of lacy panties, slips, bras, camisoles, stockings, and my firm control foundation garments (long legged and open bottomed girdles, control panties, waist cinchers, and wide garter-belts) and other very personal things like tampons, panty liners and my dildos, in the boxes. Not things that most guys would want to show an unsuspecting lady!
I tried to put off what seemed more and more inevitable, by suggesting that we seek refreshments somewhat sooner than she'd outlined, and that I could finish up myself. I was most relieved when Sally reluctantly agreed, but I had to promise to let her help me later after she'd shown me some of the necessary things about the house. How I'd deal with her interest in helping me put away everything, was still uncertain!
So she took my hand and led me down to the basement where the central vac and laundry room were located. She pointed out how the vac turned on and could be emptied, and her laundry room with washer, dryer and sorting table. Then motioning me over to a medium sized pile of worn clothes, she asked that seeing as I no doubt would be needing to wash my things, would I mind doing her laundry too. I of course told her that it would be no problem.
Sally asked, "Do you really know how to wash things properly?"
Despite my assurances to the fact that I was experienced ... she asked me to sort her things into piles so that she could see that I wouldn't chance ruining anything. As I set about my task, I had a difficult time concealing my interest at having to separate her lingerie and other dainty things, from her tops and slacks! There were a couple of very pretty bras, one pair of lace accentuated panties, two control briefs, as well as a few more pairs of more ordinary panties. There seemed to be hardly any of her husband's things.
Her worn clothes bore the scent of her perfume and the pleasures induced by handling her silky lingerie with her immediate presence and having her watch, had made me significantly aroused inside my own panties, a fact that Sally noticed and reacted to as I turned to show her my job completed. I was caught completely off guard when she reached out and put her hand over the bulge in my shorts!
"Seems like you enjoy doing the laundry!" she exclaimed. She gave my stiffening cock an even more intimate squeeze and then drew back.
"I'll bet you wouldn't mind doing my most delicate items by hand!"
I was becoming dizzy with my excitement and confusion as to where this was going, and could only manage a dry whisper. "I'd love to do that very much!"
"Well! I'll let you decide how to do my special things ... the wash soap for delicates is on that shelf". She pointed over to the side of the room.
Satisfied with my division and handling of her clothes, she showed me how to set the machine for different kinds of clothes, where all the cleaning stuff was kept, and other various things.
Then it was outside to the composter, the clothes line, the garage door opener, a hose and sprinkling system. As I followed her around I feasted on her feminine charms. Glimpses of what seemed like pink panties through her white, and very tight shorts and her full breasts swaying, cupped by her bra under her snug knit top! I had noted that she wore a 36C as I had read for her the washing instructions on one of her bras. I was enjoying the view, her intimate and totally relaxed manner, and my sex still tingled with fond memories of her recent touch.
She asked would I have a beer or wine, and being conscious of beer calories, and an amateur vintner myself, I of course chose wine, as did she. We sat across a corner of the kitchen table and talked about different things, and in no time at all my head started to glow from the chilled white wine... and her toes playing with mine! It was pretty clear that Sally had intentions that were not entirely platonic!
As much as I tried to convince her that I would complete my unpacking myself, she was equally insistent that it was necessary for her to come back upstairs and show me where I was to put her clothes and her husband's few things away. So she had me follow her into her bedroom. She showed me where Jim's things went and then pointed to her long dresser, with the mirror behind, and in a very soft, and sensuous voice, almost a whisper, she directed me to open her middle top drawer. There were two others on each side.
"This is where my panties will go, when you are done with them! My bras in the drawer below."
As I slid the drawer open, following her commands, I began to feel so out of control and helpless, something like the fantasy pleasures that I remembered from the dreams that I so often had when I was younger. So many times they were just like this! Being in front of a woman's bureau, and opening the drawers to find piles of delicate and so very feminine lingerie. So may of them had resulted in my vivid fantasies filling my panties or nighties with wetness from my orgasms!
But this was real! So unlike my dreams where I was a solitary visitor and viewer... discovering the secrets of a woman's most intimate possessions. Now I was being directed by a warm, sensuous, real-life woman... and the submissive, sissy that I am... absolutely and without hesitation responded to her words!
Sally came right up behind me, and rubbing her full curves against my back, she urged me to reach in and touch her panties! She had me take out some very pretty briefs and French cut panties from the back of the almost fully opened drawer. She said that under them I could find her most special and seldomly worn intimate wear. Like most women, she said that she kept those special items buried deep and at the back of the drawer!
"Does my lingerie excite you? Does it make you want me? Or do you want my panties?" She whispered these intimate questions into my ear.
"So very much so!" I managed to reply
"Put my panties on so that I can see you in them! I know all about you dear, your mother told me years ago about your passion for her lingerie and then the things she bought for you and that you loved to wear!"
She undid the single button on my shorts and zipped the fly down, and slowly slid them down over my shapely rear, exposing my own white panties, that were by then, quite damp from my previous arousal and her playful ways. She slid her soft hands under my top and caressed and cupped my breasts, smaller than hers... but so very sensitive! My shorts fell to the floor and then she pulled my t-shirt off over my head. There I stood, completely exposed in only my panties, completely exposed as the sissy that I so dearly love to be... and with an older woman completely in charge!
"I want you to make yourself totally at home when you are here. You can wear any of my things that fit, especially my panties! Would you please find the peach coloured, sheer pair of briefs, from the back of the drawer, and put them on for me!"
I did as she ordered, and steadying myself on her shoulders, I let her slip off my very plain panties in comparison, and then I stepped into the sheer briefs with lace adornments, that I had picked out for her, and that she now held open for me. It was all I could do to hold back my orgasm as she slid the waistband up and over my hard clit, the coolness of her so very feminine panties now encasing my throbbing sex. They were so delicate and silky! She had me face the mirror, and with her standing behind me and slightly to one side, so that she could look over my shoulder, she cupped my left breast with her left hand, toying with my nipple, while her other hand caressed my throbbing sex, stroking it through her panties!
"I want you to cum for me, sweetie! I can feel your cock so hard in my panties. It's so pretty. Oh, yes! I want to see my panties wet from your lust! Squirt into my panties."
She pinched my nipple and rubbed her hand up and down my boy/clit, and there was absolutely no way that I could control my passion any longer! I gushed my cum, spurt after spurt into the delicate nylon, feeling dizzy and faint!
She guided me to her bed and had me sit, then lay, on it.
Even as my climax subsided, she continued to rub my sex, and the seed of my passion spread all over my spent sex and the front of her panties that contained it! My juice had spread as far as the lace overlays surrounding the leg bands. She continued to rub in a circular motion, spreading the wonder glow and my contentment. I felt so completely spent!
She kissed my wet clit and her panties, and drew some of my seed into her mouth. She then came and kissed me fully on my lips so that I could taste myself!
"I want you to taste my cunt, and make me cum!"
It was what I wanted too!
So I did discover that she indeed was wearing a pair of pink briefs, and that they were nicely damp from her anticipation! Her nipples got so wonderfully hard from my touches, and kisses and so big just as she neared orgasm, and that she loved having me feasting upon her, as much as I enjoyed doing it!
Later that night, when the house was quiet, and her husband was fast asleep, she slipped into bed with me just as she promised as we reluctantly parted from her bedroom after our first interlude. Both of us we wearing sheer-over nighties, and with the door locked and in the illumination provided by a night-table lamp... we cuddled and kissed, touched and sucked, and after we had raised our passions so that there was no denying our need, she asked me to enter her and fuck her gently! She so wanted to feel my big clit cum inside her! I was only too happy to do as she asked. It never takes very long!
It turned out, after they had gone, that many of her things fit so very well! But she left me to discover those pleasures alone. As much as I found extreme enjoyment in discovering, and then wearing her things, I came to realize that by her knowing, it was not quite as exciting as if my activities and results were both secret and forbidden!
Lost was that interplay between wanting and needing to orgasm... and knowing that you can't! You know how it is when you are so horny and you see the stains of your excitement in the delicate lace and nylon of her panties, slip, or bra — and you want to cum so badly — your touch brings you so close to the edge — but you know if you plunge over the brink and have an accident in the dainty lingerie — you could be found out!
But it just feels so good... that you never want to stop!
What I found that I loved most of Sally's was her Vogue bra. She had outgrown its 36B size, all of her other bras were 36C but I found that it fit me so nicely! It was a 3/4 length long-line, with detachable straps for versatility, very feminine lace all over, and cups, stays, and back, which shaped me so perfectly. I felt so like her when I wore it under a full slip and long dress. I even borrowed it to wear all day long when I'd go out shopping or sight-seeing!
In a letter that I wrote for her eyes only, I told her about many of the wonderful things that I did when she and her husband were away. I had to mention my memorable moment at finding her pink panties and the ones that she'd made me cum in, together in the laundry hamper ready for extra special care!
She wrote back that it made her feel so very special too, knowing about my pleasures with her intimate wear, and her memories of seeing my hard, pink cock through the silky nylon of her most treasured pair of briefs and then recalling how her touch upon my sex, flooded her panties with one of the most pleasurable orgasms of my life! And of my kisses on her clit and making her cum, and of our illicit coupling in bed while her husband slept in the room down the hall! She says she loves to wear those panties and rub her clit until she reaches a climax! She says that it always feels so good... remembering!
What a beautiful, warm, and sexy woman. I do hope that I'm able to visit her again!
The End
Bill, do you think it would be a good addition to the LLAPA site? I hope so! And I have so many other wonderful experiences to share, it's just so hard finding the time to put them all down in a sensible fashion!
Sincerely, Susie
PS: Here's a pic of who I am! Captured forever while adjusting a new bra for proper fit, by an intimate friend. But it's not intended for publication!