0 comments/ 46760 views/ 13 favorites A Secret Revealed By: Joie_de_Vivre I usually only get one or two chances a year to visit my home town, but on my last visit I have to admit that I got the surprise of my life. After a few days of catching up with old friends, I had packed my bags, paid the manageress at the hotel where I'd been staying and set off to make one final duty visit to Jeanette, an old family friend, before returning to London. Jeanette give me an enthusiastic welcome when I knocked on the door and invited me in for tea. I happily agreed, and while she put her ironing away, I put the kettle on. After we'd had tea, we both found ourselves sitting at the table in her "hidden garden" (as she called it) with our shoes and socks off feel the cool grass under our feet. Jeanette was chatting away and I was half listening to her and half being lulled into sleep by the hum of traffic in the road outside, the lazy buzzing of bees in the flower-beds and the feel of the warm, summer sun. My dreams were broken though by a sudden pain in my lower back. "What's the matter?" Jeanette asked. I reluctantly explained that my doctor had diagnosed a slipped disc and prescribed as little movement as possible. In fact, I shouldn't really have left London at all, but the trip had already been postponed once and I didn't want to change it again. "Let me take a look", said Jeanette. "Sometimes massage can relieve the pain". I moved over to a louger and lay face-down while she felt my spine. "The muscles are very knotted down here," she said: "Have you been having physiotherapy?" "I thought not", she continued as I shook my head. She rubbed her hands together and, tugging my shirt up, began to massage my lower back. Faced with a long drive back to London, I decided to wait another ten minutes to see if she could relieve some of the pain first. I closed my eyes and relished the sun on my back as she took the shirt right off. "Just loosen your belt too" Jeanette asked, and her fingers pushed and twisted into the muscles. This was the ticket! She rolled the top of my jeans back and continued to massage away quietly. Jeanette eventually broke the silence. "Such lovely underwear," she purred. "I must say, I do like them . . ." I shot awake in an instant. When Jeanette had opened the jeans, the top of my underwear had become clearly visible – a pair of purple, lacy women's panties which I'd loving pulled on inside the hotel room that morning. "So unusual," Jeanette continued: "May I see more?" Before I could resist, she had tugged at my jeans again so that I lay on my front just wearing the lace knickers. They were lacy style all around, not a g-string but not a full-brief either, with the lace rising high up the thighs to the waist. I held my breath as Jeanette's massage of my back now found the material of the briefs more frequently, softly pulling at the edges to tug and pull on my balls and cock underneath me. The lacy edges of my panties were loose enough for Jeanette to slip her finger-tips in once or twice to feel my cheeks, and then the bottom of my ball-sack between my legs. I wriggled as discreetly as I could to try and hide a growing erection but I felt my face go red when a drip of moisture seeped from the end of my penis into the front of the knickers. Jeanette's slow rub on and inside my underwear was making my cock swell even more. She continued massaging my back for a while, then leant over my shoulder and looked into my eyes. "You don't mind?" she said, and with this, carefully slipped her fingers inside the leg of my knickers, feeling for my crevice, softly touching my entrance with her finger-tips, before taking her fingers out again and pulling the purple underwear smooth again across my backside. "Perhaps I should put my jeans back on," I stammered, but Jeanette quickly pushed them out of reach. "We can leave those over there," she said: "We don't want them getting in the way while I look at your back now, do we?". She started to massage my lower back again while I still lay on the lounger, wondering what to say next. I tried to apologise again: "I'm sorry Jeanette," I said, "These must have been in my luggage by mistake and –" I ran out of ideas. "My wife was coming down with me," I ended lamely "but she had to stay behind at the last minute. I ran out of my own pairs and just . . ." She looked me in the eye again and laughed softly: "No need to be embarrassed" she said. "I've seen plenty of men in panties before, and to tell you the truth, I quite like it". She looked me up and down. "And these knickers are lovely – just the right size, and probably a bit big for your wife too? Did she buy them for you?" she pressed. I couldn't answer her question because I was too embarressed. I had put the lace panties on in the hotel that morning and had decided to keep wearing them when I went downstairs. They were perfect under my jeans and when I'd paid the hotel manageress downstairs, the thought that I was wearing women's panties was almost enough to make me come there and then. "You'd be surprised", Jeanette continued, "How many men like to wear their wife's knickers. My husband certainly did, and it used to make me as wet as anything to see him put on a pair of mine!" She stood up from massaging my back and started to clear up the tea things. "Do you think the massage has helped your back?" she asked innocently. I stammered a reply, looking for the rest of my clothes. "I hope you don't mind me saying this", Jeanette tinkled, "but I think the knickers you're wearing are lovely!" Ignoring my undressed state – "The shirt and jeans will be just fine over there!" she sang – she encouraged me to get up from the lounger and join her at the garden table to look at some photos from the old days. I sat up cautiously, only to find that the light lace of the underwear couldn't conceal a projecting tent-pole erection. My knickers were pushed way out in front and the lacy gusset clung around my balls as if a hand was holding them for me. I cautiously walked over to the table, naked but for women's underwear and hoping Jeanette wouldn't stare, but she seemed not to notice anyway and she reassured me that both my bad back (and the underwear I chose) were nobody's business but my own. "And in this case, those panties are delightful!" she added, with a mischievous grin. When I sat down, Jeanette leant over and looked at the wet spot forming through the top of the purple lace. She gave the head of my penis a light tweak through the material with her fingertips. "Such a compliment from a young man!" she exclaimed. I could only gasp an apology, but she wouldn't hear of it. "It's so nice to see a man in knickers," she said, "And with a bit of excitement inside them too! It's been so long since I've seen something this nice, and in my own garden too!" It was all I could do to keep myself inside the lace under Jeanette's light banter and in the strange situation of only wearing underwear – and purple lace women's briefs at that! – in the garden with this lady. Eventually, Jeanette asked me to take the old photo album inside, so I stood up and went to retrieve my jeans and shirt, but she was there first. "I'll bring these in!" she trilled. Just wearing a pair of women's knickers, I carried the photo album back inside while Jeanette walked beside me with my jeans and shirt. Once I had put the album down, I attempted to explain again but she said – "Not to worry, I love a man who wears nice things, and it's such a compliment to see you out in front like that!" Talking about my knickers, and my erection inside them, had only made my cock harder still and the mauve stretch panty lace could only just cover the top of my penis. Another glistening pearl of moisture was escaping and I saw the small wet spot growing bigger and bigger where I was beginning to lose control. Jeanette also noticed the damp lace and my cock swelling even more. She came closer and put one hand on my backside and the other on my penis to move it around inside the briefs. "Is this helping you?" she asked. "Become more comfortable, I mean?" I felt myself go harder than I'd ever known before, and began to tremble. She kept holding my penis with one hand while the tips of her fingers on the other hand carefully nudged some of the lace into my crevice. "I think it's my turn to say sorry," she said; "It looks like I'm just making it bigger in there". She looked at me apologetically. "Perhaps I should help you a bit more, as it looks like it's getting quite wet too." She looked at me kindly: "Do you need some more help?", she asked. "No – thank – you" I tried to gasp, as her fingers entered my knickers from behind. She pulled the lace out of my bottom and then placed the tip of a damp finger softly onto my hidden entrance. With her other hand, began to move my erect penis around inside the briefs at the front. "May I?" she asked. "As a treat for me . .?" and when I gasped yes, the tip of her finger smoothly entered me from behind. "Does anyone else know?" Jeanette asked slowly. Her finger alternately crept into my entrance, then slid out to stroke my crevice. Jeanette didn't wait for my answer. "I used to love my husband in knickers," she continued. "I loved seeing him erect in my panties, and I often made him wear them while we did it" she whispered. She rubbed the fingers of her other hand across the top of my wet penis. "This purple pair is quite like a pair of mine," she said: "I hope you'll wear them again the next time you come down,". "You, know, I love seeing men come inside lacy knickers!" she said. "I can't –" I gasped, "I can't –" and then she opened her skirt to her waist to show me her own black underwear. "Why don't you take a look at my knickers too?" She asked. "I've got my black lace panties on today!" and with that, she started giving fast, long vigorous tugs to my erect penis. "I like panties as well, they make me wet, and when I see" – her fingers entered me from behind – "a big man about to show off to me I like to watch him come in his underwear!" and she tugged my penis even harder inside my panties, making a tidal wave of wet come explode out of the end, completely soaking the front of my lacy briefs. She sat back on the floor, gasping, and looked a bit guilty, her own black lace panties still fully on display. "I shouldn't have done that," she said eventually – "but I couldn't resist . . ." She smoothed her skirt back into place, then got up and went out of the room. A moment later she called out for me to come in to her bedroom. She was taking a red pair of her own knickers from the pile of ironing she'd been putting away when I arrived. "Perhaps I could give you these instead?", she said, "Considering that it was me who made your purple ones get so wet . . ." She held them up for me to see: they were full briefs, slightly bigger than I usually wore, but silky smooth around the backside and gusset with a red elastic trim around the waist and legs. In the front, two small see-through panels were either side of where my cock would sit. She came over and slowly pulled my soaked purple briefs down. The wet lace stuck to my legs as I stepped out of the now-used knickers. She then cupped my balls in one hand and with her other hand, slowly placed the whole of my wet cock into her mouth. Still holding my balls, she steadied me with the fingertips of her other hand in my crack as she sucked last of the wet come off my still-dripping penis. She then inspected my penis and balls, then dried them carefully with a tissue before asking me to step into the her clean pair. I stepped into them as she wanted and she pulled the new knickers up my legs and around my backside, carefully manhandling my balls and cock into the front of the new red briefs as she did so. She then turned me around in front of her bedroom mirror, admiring the red panties, the trim round my legs and waist and the lace see-through panels as her underwear clung around my backside and smoothly held onto my balls and cock. "Our secret", she whispered. I put on the rest of my clothes and said goodbye in some confusion, stammering a promise to visit again the next time I was down from London. She walked me to the door, then briefly opened my jeans again to take another peek at the underwear I had on. "Those knickers are beautiful!" she said and cupped my balls in her hand through the red women's briefs. "Thank you for dropping by again" she said: "you've given me such a happy afternoon!" She leant across and kissed me on the cheek, sneaking her fingers onto the end of my penis and tweaking it softly. "I hope you enjoy my red panties!" she whispered, "It was a treat to see you come inside the purple ones!" As I walked to the car, I saw her discreetly slip one hand down the back of her skirt and began to massage herself smoothly from behind. "You've quite made my day!" she trilled. As I got into the car, she stood in the doorway, with her skirt open, finishing herself off vigorously and still showing me her own black lace knickers as she waved me goodbye!