0 comments/ 42840 views/ 12 favorites Her Panties By: PrincessErin Kyle stood at the door of his bedroom watching his fiancé get ready for the party. She was slowly putting on her high heels and as she bent over her black dress was riding up her thighs. She was wearing this sexy little black dress with spaghetti straps. Sammy always looked good in anything but tonight she looked amazing. Her jet-black hair was up in a bun and the dress hugged her curves in all the right places. She was wearing a strapless black lace bra and matching panties. Kyle had watched her slid them on after she had showered and it took all his willpower not to grab her and take her right there in the bedroom. Sammy stood up and smiled at Kyle. Kyle was practically drooling and as she glanced at his crotch she could see the outline of his cock against his dress pants. She had known Kyle almost all her life and when they started dating after high school both sets of parents were happy that they finally realized they were meant for each other. "Ready to go baby?" Kyle grinned as Sammy walked over, planting a light kiss on his nose before sliding past him to walk towards the door. Kyle eyed her cute round butt and followed her out to the car. "So whose party is this anyways?" "It's a party to celebrate a new partner in the law firm. It's a big deal for my dad and wives and girlfriends are supposed to tag along." Kyle smiled as he patted her left hand, the sparkling diamond glittering in the sunlight. They arrived at the posh five star hotel and after giving the keys to the valet they walked into the grand ballroom. Some of the guests glanced up as Kyle and Sammy walked in. They were a stunning couple and in a few months they would be walking into this ballroom as husband and wife. The evening continued and without realizing it Sammy was slowly giving signs to Kyle of how horny she was getting. She would rub his inner thigh as they chatted to friends at their table. She also was rubbing her foot against his ankle, waiting for a reaction. Kyle's breathing was increasing and once dinner was over and the band began to play, Sammy led him onto the dance floor and wrapped her body around his, pressing up against his hard lean body. "I want you to do something for me sweetie." Sammy purred into his ear as she explained what she wanted him to do. Kyle's cock, which was already rock hard, somehow hardened even more and he felt the precum almost gush out. Kyle grabbed her hand and practically dragged her to the washroom. Sammy giggled as she entered the woman's washroom and slowly removed her panties. They were wet from her juices and she could already smell her arousal. She whimpered as she felt her bare pussy lips rub against each other and adjusted her skirt. Holding her panties in one hand she exited the washroom and handed her panties to Kyle. She glanced to make sure no one was looking and Kyle practically ran into the men's washroom. Sammy waited, knowing exactly what he was going to do. Kyle entered the washroom and getting into a stall unzipped his dress pants, pulling out his long thick cock. He normally liked to tease his cock a bit but tonight was different. Wrapping her lace panties around his cock he stroked hard and fast. His hand pumped his cock as he leaned against the door for balance. He could smell her pussy juices and that drove him crazy. He wished she were here so he could lick and suck her beautiful pussy lips but part of him enjoyed the idea of what he was about to do. He covered the tip of his cock with the crotch of her panties and stroked hard once, twice, three times. "Oh god that's it." On the third stroke he was cumming, he tried to make sure his hot white cum filled her panties and as he watched it fill the black panties he had to bite his lip not to moan too loudly. He finished cumming and zipped up his pants, holding his fiancé soaking wet panties in his left hand. He exited the washroom and saw his mother chatting with Sammy. His eyes grew wide as he hoped she couldn't smell his semen or her juices. "Oh hello Kyle. What a dear you are to wait for each other before going back to the party. You know everyone is talking about what a lovely couple you are." Kyle's mom kissed her cheek and then patted his cheek before walking back to the party. "Wow that was close." Sammy grinned as she reached for his left hand, grabbing her panties. Giggling she looked around and then right in the foyer slid on her panties. She could feel the wetness against her pussy and loved the fact that it was his cum that had soaked her panties. Her hands smelled of their juices and she loved that smell. They returned to the party and mingled for the rest of the night. Occasionally Kyle would wonder how much wetter her panties were getting but he knew at the end of the night he would find out. Sammy grinned as she stared at her future husband, happy at how much they loved each other and ecstatic at how their fetishes fit so perfect together. Her Panties and a Wet Spot Jennifer heard the office door open along with a male voice, "I can't imagine what was going through her mind...I mean, seriously, who exercises in a public gym wearing a thong leotard?" Jennifer's hands froze over her keyboard. She recognized Joe's voice. Another male voice responded, "Was she wearing tights or something underneath?" That voice belonged to Mark, one of her co-workers. Joe was her boss. "No. That's just it, I could understand more, not completely, but more if she had tights on." Joe replied. The two men couldn't see Jennifer. She was sitting in the half dark office full of cubicles. Normally she wasn't in the office this early but she had an appointment in the middle of the day and wanted to work the extra time early instead of late. She realized the men assumed they were alone in the office and her heart raced. "What should I do?" She wondered. Mark spoke, "So she's walking around the gym basically with her ass hanging out for everybody to see?" Jennifer's eyes snapped wide to hear Mark use such a direct word about a woman's backside. He was such a soft spoken, sweet guy. She felt as if she'd walked into the mythical male locker room and was listening to how men really talked when women weren't around. "Well, it was 4:30 in the morning. Not many people there besides myself and a couple others. But yeah, she was." Joe replied. "Well?" Mark paused. Finally Joe laughed, "Well what?" Jennifer leaned closer to the wall of her cubicle. "Did she have a nice ass?" Joe chuckled again, "Let's just say I decided to face the other direction while I worked out, you know, to avoid the distraction." Mark laughed, "Understood." Jennifer's eyebrows went up. What did Joe mean? That he was attracted to the woman's bare backside? A tiny surge of jealously sparked in her chest but she pushed it down. There was no understanding between her and Joe. She'd had a crush on him since she started this job a few months back. She'd never been married although she'd been engaged for three years before she finally lost patience with the man. Joe had apparently been married for two years right after college but was now divorced. He was 35. She was 34. Jennifer kept trying to set the jealousy aside. Of course Joe would be attracted to a woman's rear. Why wouldn't he? Immediately Jennifer wondered if Joe would be attracted to her bottom. She'd been told a couple of times that she had a very feminine and shapely rear. Jennifer's thoughts jolted back to her situation as she heard a bag being set down. Joe's voice was clear. They were probably standing at Mark's cubicle, just three down from hers. "I'm not sure I ever understood the thong thing. I mean, sure, it looks sexy and all, but isn't it uncomfortable?" Jennifer smiled at Joe's question, nodding her head. She'd never been one to wear thong style underwear. The one time she'd tried it had felt uncomfortable. Thus, she was surprised when Mark replied, "April says it depends on the size and quality of the underwear. She wears thong panties all the time and says they feel comfortable after you get used to them." April was Mark's wife. Jennifer was surprised both to hear another woman claim that thongs were comfortable but also to hear one man so casually mention his wife's panties to another man. She wondered if her old fiance had ever mentioned her panties to his friends? She understood that Mark and Joe were pretty close friends. "Well, I can't imagine a thong being comfortable." Joe laughed. "Of course not, man, you've got balls dangling down there. Women don't have that....er, protrusion." Mark replied in a snide voice. Again, Jennifer felt as if she were in the men's locker room. "Men really did talk like this," she thought in amazement. Mark's voice continued, "Some of the women in our group wear thong panties." Jennifer felt her breath catch. She wondered, "How could he know..." Her thought was mimicked by Joe's voice, "How could you possibly know that?" "Yeah!" Jennifer thought as she felt her face going red. Mark replied, "I've got eyes, don't I?" "X-ray eyes?" Joe laughed. "No, I mean, you can kind of tell, just looking, over time....I mean." Jennifer leaned even closer to the wall. "You mean panty lines or something?" Joe asked, "I don't think you can always see them, even when they're wearing regular panties." "No, not always." Mark said, "But sometimes you can tell and I've noticed over the years." Joe laughed, "Years! You've been staring at your co-worker's butts for years?" "Jeesh, man! You make it sound like I'm a pervert." Jennifer felt herself smile and almost had to stifle a laugh. Mark went on, "No, I don't stare but I have noticed here and there." "Noticed what?" Joe asked. Jennifer thought, "Yeah, noticed what?" "Well, for example, I think Camille wears thongs. She's been here for what...two years?" Mark asked. Jennifer thought about Camille...young, right out of college. "Mark's just guessing," She thought to herself. "Yeah." Joe said. "Well, I've never seen a panty line on her and I've seen her in some pretty tight pants." "She's just young. It's probably more of an age thing." Joe replied. "Probably." Mark paused, and then continued, "But Amy, on the other hand, I know she wears regular panties, I've seen the lines." "Amy is in her 50's." Joe said. "So that fits the age theory." Mark said. They were silent for a moment. Jennifer's thoughts raced and she felt her heart pounding. She knew what was coming next. She was the only other woman in their group. Time slowed to a crawl until finally, almost painfully, Mark spoke again, "Then there's Jennifer..." Jennifer felt as though she couldn't breath. Joe replied, "Yeah..." "I'm not sure," Mark said, "She hasn't been here as long but I noticed panty lines one time in particular, last week, in fact." Jennifer felt her face was flaming hot. She wasn't sure whether to feel indignant, embarrassed, or glad she was noticed and included. Jennifer was surprised at Joe's next words, "Well, we probably shouldn't be talking like this." On one hand, Joe was right, they shouldn't be talking about female co-worker's underwear, but on the other hand, she kind of wanted to know what Joe thought about her underwear. She sighed and immediately covered her mouth, realizing that she was inadvertently eavesdropping and hoping for a way out of this scenario that didn't reveal herself. "Hey man, do you like Jennifer?" Mark asked, out of the blue. Jennifer's heart stopped again. "Of course I do." Joe replied. Jennifer felt a little disappointed with the casual reply. Mark spoke, "No, I mean, you know, like her more than just a co-worker." Jennifer waited, wondering what Joe would say. He spoke, "Well, I can't really. I'm her boss." "This is just friend to friend." Mark said. "Well, friend to friend, sure, I'm attracted to her. She's smart. She's nice....pretty. She's fun to be around...but that doesn't change that I can't do anything about it." Jennifer felt a smile spread involuntarily across her face. "That sucks for you, man." Mark said. Jennifer heard the office door open again. The two men went silent. The rest of the office lights flipped on. Then she heard Joe's voice call out, "Hey, Damon, how are you doing this morning?" Jennifer sat quietly. It sounded as though Joe and Mark walked toward the entrance to talk with Damon for a while. Her mind wandered over the conversation. Eventually she heard Mark return to his cube and heard him typing. Damon's cube was further away. The office was quiet for about fifteen minutes and Jennifer was just getting focused back on work when she heard Joe's voice behind her. It startled her and she let out a little squeak. "Oh, I'm sorry for scaring you, Jennifer." He smiled softly as she turned to look at him. "That's OK" She managed to say in a soft voice. Slowly she felt her face growing warm as she stared up at him. He looked at her for a moment and apparently seemed surprised to see her. He glanced toward Mark's cube and then she noticed his face started to redden a little. "You're here early." "Yeah. I've got an appointment and will need to take a long lunch." "Oh, that's fine." He paused, seemingly unsure of what to say. Finally he spoke a little awkwardly, "So, when did you get in?" Jennifer realized he was trying to decide if she'd heard thong discussion. "Um, just a few minutes ago." He looked relieved, "Oh, OK. Well, how are you doing?" Jennifer felt a little stab of annoyance that he was getting off so easy. Now she wanted him to know that she'd heard their indiscreet conversation. Before she could stop and think about it, she spoke, "I might leave a little earlier too, if you don't mind. There's a store I'd like to stop at right near my appointment and, well, you know how hard we've been working lately... do you mind?" "No, of course not. What are you shopping for?" He asked. Again, the word slipped out before she could think, "Panties." Her face started warming up and she couldn't believe she'd just said that. His face went red too. He paused, mouth open, and glanced aside toward Mark's cube. His voice went low and he took a step forward, "Look, Jennifer, I'm really sorry about what you apparently heard. I shouldn't have talked that way with Mark. I hope you'll forgive me." Jennifer immediately regretted bringing it up. She smiled at him, "I guess I'm just teasing." Joe nodded, "I hope, well, I hope you don't feel, harassed or anything. That's the last thing on my mind. I just feel so stupid, like I'm some teenaged kid caught talking trash in the locker room. It won't happen again." Jennifer laughed quietly, "I'll count on that." Joe smiled weakly and said, "Talk to you later." He turned and walked away. Jennifer turned back to her computer and moved her hands over the keyboard. She couldn't concentrate. She was feeling a bit of shock at how forward she had been. He behaved exactly as she would have expected when confronted with the indiscreet conversation. He was embarrassed and sorry. The part of the conversation that stuck in her mind now, though, was that he was interested in her but that he couldn't act on it as her supervisor. She briefly wondered how much she liked this job. Maybe it was time to change. --- Jennifer had been telling the truth about the proximity of the lingerie store to her appointment but she never intended to go there. Now, as she exited the office building from her appointment, she stopped and glanced down the street toward the lingerie shop. Curiosity got the better of her and she walked toward it. As she went through the front door a wave of pleasant fragrance washed over her and she was attracted to the soft, warm colors throughout the store. Almost immediately a woman approached her and asked if she needed help. Jennifer decided the direct approach was best and explained that she was interested in buying some thong panties but that her previous experience with them hadn't been comfortable. The woman nodded knowingly and started leading her across the store while explaining how getting the right fit and material made all the difference. About half an hour later Jennifer walked out of the store holding a n little ornate pink shopping bag. As she headed back to the office, a plan was formulating in her mind spurred on by the events of the morning. She was wearing a nice business suit and the pants were reasonably tight. Standing upright, she was confident that the lines of her brief-style panties were not visible but bending over was a different story. Eventually she walked through the lobby of the office building, down the hall, and opened the door to her group's area. Joe's private office was immediately to the right and she stopped in his open door. He looked up from his computer and smiled at her. "I'm back." She smiled back at him. "Appointment went OK?" He asked. She saw his eyes glance down at the delicate pink shopping bag in her hands. "Perfect, thanks." She said. "Good." He smiled and again his eyes glanced at the shopping bag. "Well, back to work." She turned and walked away, keeping in view of his open office door. She slowed her walk and tried not to be too obvious but she put a little more side-to-side movement in her hips as she moved, knowing the motion might catch his attention and draw his eyes to her rear. She'd worked this plan out on the way back to the office. She wanted him to notice her panties. The group had a set of distribution boxes in the open area of their office and those boxes were also within line of sight of Joe's door. Her box was at the bottom of the stack and as she approached the boxes, she slowed even more. Then, slowly, deliberately, she bent at the waist keeping her ass pointed directly at his office and checked her distribution box. She took an envelope from it, straightened, and walked toward her cubicle. Just before she was out of sight from Joe's office, she glanced back. She caught Joe looking quickly away and couldn't suppress a smile on her own face as she hurried back to her cubicle. "It worked!" She thought. She felt an incredible rush of sexual power, something she'd never really experimented with before. Jennifer was ready for the next part of her plan. She prepared the paperwork, stuffed it into an envelope, and then picked up the little pink shopping bag and headed out the side exit from their office area toward the bathrooms. Their group had two small unisex bathrooms, each one with doors that locked, meant to be used by one person at a time. Jennifer stepped into one of them and closed the door behind her. She set the shopping bag down and turned to look at herself in the mirror. The pants of her business suit were smooth across her thighs and looked very nice. She turned around and craned her neck to look at her rear view. As she thought, the pants were loose enough across her bottom to not show her panty lines. She slowly bent at the waist, watching to see what Joe would have seen. Almost immediately as the smooth material stretched over her rounded bum, the lines of her panties became clearly visible. She smiled, straightened, and undid her pants. She stepped out of her heels and slid the pants down her legs. She carefully hung the pants on a wall peg and turned to look at herself in her regular panties. They were nice looking, simple and sleek. They were made of a smooth micro-fiber and were pale green with a little yellow bow in the middle of the lace waist band. She turned around to look at how the panties encased her bottom. The cut completely covered the wide, rounded globes of her cheeks. She slowly bent and as the material stretched tighter, it became somewhat transparent and she smiled as the cleavage between her cheeks became visible. She felt a sexual stirring in her pussy. She straightened, slid her thumbs behind the waist of the panties and slid them down her thighs until they dropped to the floor. She looked back at her reflection in the mirror, naked from the waist down. She really did feel as though her ass were her best sexual feature. She stared at it's rounded, wide fullness, each cheek tapering smoothly down to a nearly perfectly round half globe. She reached around and patted her bare bottom, watching her cheeks jiggle tightly with each pat. Again, she slowly bent at the waist, watching the view of her rear as more and more of her privates came into view. She saw the brown hair of her pussy start to show. She spread her legs and bent further, now clearly feeling the sexual arousal between her legs. Fully bent she could see her little, pink and puckered anus and for the first time in her life, felt that it was attractive and desirable. Her eyes traced down from her anus to the tight lips of her outer labia, puffy and full, mostly hair free toward the back with hair starting to grow more toward the front. Her lips were full and stuck together. She slowly slid two fingers down over her abdomen, through her soft, full pubic hair until she felt her pussy lips. A moan escaped her throat as pleasure filled her groin. Her fingers went down the sides of her lips, between the lip and the inner thigh, down between her legs toward her anus and then back between her lips, pulling them apart to expose the now very moist and pink interior. She was amazed at how wet she was. Without thinking, she slowly pushed a finger into her vagina. Immediately, she envisioned Joe looking at her ass, looking at her pussy, and then she imagined Joe's penis sliding into her pussy the way her finger was. She let out a small squeal of arousal and pushed her finger in deeper, pulling it out, pushing it in, over and over imagining Joe's penis plunging into her wet pussy. She felt amazing, tingly all over, and had never come this close to orgasm this quickly before while masturbating. She pulled her slick, wet finger out and immediately started fiddling with her clitoris. The orgasm washed over her powerfully and she felt her knees almost buckling with pleasure. She cried out and then clamped her mouth shut, not wanting to be heard. Her mouth spread wide again and she closed her eyes as the waves of pleasure from the orgasm washed through her body. Finally it subsided and she stood up straight again, looking back one more time at the reflection of her wide, smooth and bare bottom. She was sexy and she knew it. A smile spread across her face as she thought about her plan again. She hadn't planned on masturbating but wow, it felt amazing. She'd never masturbated at work before. She washed the lubrication off her fingers, dried her hands and then looked into the little pink bag. There were three thong panties in the bag. She took her favorite out. They were a very smooth and light-weight stretchy material, black with little white polka dots and a pink waist band with a little pink bow on each side above the leg. Jennifer smiled as she looked at the panties. She imagined wearing them in public, in a gym, exercising in front of Joe. She imagined him watching her nearly naked ass as she moved rhythmically. She imagined his penis getting big and hard because of what he saw. She shook her head to clear it image. Her pussy was still wet and feeling tingly. Carefully she stepped into the thong and pulled it up her long legs. The triangular front barely covered her luxuriously thick patch of soft brown pubic hair. She turned to look at her ass in the thong. The material between her cheeks was soft and comfortable and she was surprised at how nice the panties felt both over her genitals and up between her cheeks against her anus. There was none of the wedgie, irritating feel from the thong panties she'd tried in the past. She hooked her thumbs under the waist band and pulled the thong up, wondering at what point it would start to feel like a wedgie. Eventually it did so but in the process, her already tingling pussy started to feel highly aroused again. She loved how the stretchy thong looked pulled up tight between her bare bottom cheeks and it felt wonderfully applying pressure to her pussy lips. She turned around and pulled from the front, watching to see how her pubic hair became visible on each side of the panty front. Then as she was adjusting the thong, the left side of her labia slipped out from the thong's tight embrace and she let out a soft moan of pleasure. Jennifer turned around and bent at the waist to see what her pussy looked like part way out of the thong. The lip was full and puffy. She touched it with a finger and found it incredibly sensitive, sucking in her breath in pleasure. Looking closer she noticed that the panties were starting to show the dampness of her pussy's lubrication. Carefully she adjusted the crotch of the panties so it slipped between both her pussy lips and then she pulled it up even more. Her big labia bulged out obscenely to either side of the material now barely visible and buried in her pussy. She grinned wickedly, wondering what Joe would think to see her exercising in a gym in a thong with her puffy labia sticking out. Her Panties and a Wet Spot She pulled the thong up tighter and immediately felt the pressure against her clitoris. Warmth started spreading through her groin again and she couldn't help it. She turned to watch herself from the front masturbate again in the mirror. With one hand she kept the thong pulled up tight between her pussy lips and with the other hand, she gently but persistently rubbed her clitoris. She felt the orgasm coming on and opened her mouth wide but tried to remain silent. She kept her eyes open, watching her fingers work over her pussy as several pulses of pure pleasure emanated through her groin and out through her body. She relaxed, letting go of the thong and feeling sexually spent. Carefully she pushed the panties down. Her legs felt weak and she still felt tingly. She smiled at the crotch of the panties as she stepped out of them and lifted them up. They were completely soaked with her arousal. Her mind went into a miniature fantasy. What would Joe do if she walked into his office, angry at the conversation she'd overheard, and said something like, "See, I do wear thong panties. I'm young, hot and sexy and this is the closest you'll ever get to my pussy." And then she put the wet, masturbated-in panties on his desk, followed with an "I quit and am going to sue." He'd beg her to stay and not tell anybody. She'd demand that the only way she'd let it go is if he first, smelled her wet panties and then second, stripped completely nude and put her panties on while she watched. Of course, that would be exactly what he'd want. He'd have a red face and be embarrassed as he got up, closed his office door and locked it. Then he'd take the little wet panties in his fingers and lift them to his face, gently taking in the sweet musk of her arousal. Finally, he'd strip completely nude. As he pulled his pants off, his huge stiff erection would spring free giving away his sexual attraction to her and he'd ridiculously try to put the little feminine thong on his big masculine body. The triangle front would barely contain his flowing balls and wouldn't even begin to cover his long cock. And then she would tell him to sit in his office chair, she would take her pants off and parade around in front of him wearing another pair of thong panties before stripping those off and climbing onto his desk, completely naked from the waist down, thrusting her groin forward to show off her sexy pussy. He would stare with a dazed look on his face as she climbed onto his lap and slid her pussy down the length of his cock, all the way down until she felt his balls press up to her, and he wouldn't even last one more stroke. His head would snap back, his hips would buck, and she'd feel his penis pulsing inside her tight vagina while he ejaculated into her. Jennifer shook her head free of the ridiculous fantasy and laughed quietly. She put the wet panties back into the bag and took out a simple, white thong made of the same material at the black one. She slowly pulled it up her legs and her mind went back to the fantasy again. She imagined Joe's big penis filling her little pussy and the feel of his expansive, soft and warm balls squished up against her bum as she sat down on him. She imagined the feel of his penis pumping semen into her. As she tugged the thong over her pussy her fingers went down between her crotch, involuntarily, again, and she sighed as yet another orgasm came on. This time she couldn't quite keep herself from squealing out load as she imagined Joe's cock pumping into her pussy. Exhausted, she sighed and pulled the white thong off seeing how wet it had become with yet another orgasm. She giggled, never having thought early this morning as she headed into work that she'd be having three amazing orgasms before the day was over. She put the wet white panties in the shopping bag and took some bath tissue to her pussy in an effort to blot up all the moisture. Her pussy was still incredibly sensitive and rubbing it with the tissue paper was just feeling more and more arousing. She gave up and took the final thong from the bag. It was a cute, lacey red thong with the stretchy back and crotch. She figured this one would be the least comfortable but it turned out to feel just as good as the rest. As she snugged it between her cheeks and over her pussy she tried to focus elsewhere. Her pussy still felt tingly and she knew she could have another orgasm if she played with herself. Multiple orgasms weren't hard to achieve once she'd masturbated long enough but they'd come on so fast and uncontrollably today that she was unsure if she could even walk back to her desk and carry out the rest of her plan without having another. Quickly, so as not to be distracted by her slowly throbbing genitals, she pulled her pants on and stepped into her heels. She washed her hands and looked at her face in the mirror. She was flushed. She tried to calm down and took some deep breaths. She wanted to finish her plan. She unlocked the bathroom door and walked slowly back to her desk, still feeling the tingling sensation in her pussy with each step she took. She opened a drawer on her desk and put the shopping bag full of worn and wet panties away. She she picked up the envelop she'd prepared. She took a deep breath and walked across the office space toward Joe's office. She knocked on the frame and he looked up from his computer. He still looked a little distracted but he managed to smile at her. "Hey." He said. She tried to keep a straight face, "Hi. I have this report for Susan." She waved the envelop. "Do you want to see it before I pass it on up?" She figured he didn't. He never did. "No, it'll be fine. Thanks!" He was staring at her, hands poised awkwardly over his keyboard. "Sure." Jennifer turned and walked toward the distribution boxes exactly as she had done before. She had to take deep breaths while she was doing it to keep herself calm and steady. She slid the envelop into Susan's distribution box and then slowly bent at the waist again to check her box. She knew Joe's eyes would be on her ass again but this time, unlike just a few minutes ago, there would be no panty lines and she would leave it to Joe's imagination to figure out what that meant. She stood and walked out of his view, not even bothering to look back, she felt so confident that he was looking. Her pussy was still feeling very warm and tingly and as she sat down in her chair, the pressure against her pussy and the feeling of the thong sent her dangerously close to yet another orgasm. She closed her eyes and laid her hands flat on her desk, sitting straight, trying to hold as still as possible. "Not another orgasm, not another, not now. I don't have any more panties." She thought to herself. She was breathing deeply, slowly, for a couple of minutes when she was startled by her phone ringing. She jerked up and the pressure and movement sent even more tingles through her genitals. The phone rang again and she grabbed it quickly, "Jennifer, can I help you?" She said into the receiver. "Hey, Jennifer," It was Joe's voice, "Can you come into my office for just a minute? Susan's here and she'd like to go over the report." "You're kidding." She replied, her mind spinning. "Ironic, huh. No, she just walked in and pulled it out of her distribution box. She just has a couple of questions." Joe said. "Um...sure, I'll be right over." Jennifer replied. "Thanks." Joe hung up. Jennifer stood immediately, still taking big breaths. She could feel how wet her panties were and was afraid it would start soaking through. She looked at the seat of her office chair. Nothing. She sighed and walked stiffly toward Joe's office. She rounded the door frame and Susan was standing next the the white board, Jennifer's report in her hand, while drawing something on the board. Joe looked over at her and smiled, pointing at a chair near his desk. Jennifer walked to the chair and sat down carefully. Susan turned and smiled at Jennifer, "Oh, there you are. I can't tell you how helpful these reports are, Jennifer." "Thanks!" Jennifer smiled warmly back. "Serious, they've brought some very important issues to light. Take for example these figures..." Susan pointed at the white board. Jennifer tried to focus but she swore she could feel the thong slowly, every so slowly sliding across her outer labia and in between her lips. She stared at the white board as Susan's voice turned into a sort of background drone. Her thong couldn't possibly be moving, sliding up into her pussy...impossible. And yet she could feel it. She must be imagining. Jennifer was jerked out of her thoughts when Susan said, "Joe, come show us how these facts correlate." And in a daze, Jennifer watched Joe awkwardly stand up from behind his desk and walk toward the white board taking the marker from Susan's outstretched hand. Jennifer's eyes went wide with a brief glance at Joe's crotch. Had she seen what she thought she saw? A rather long bulge off to one side? Joe turned and faced the board, keeping his back to the two women. His voice went on like Susan's and yet at a lower pitch. Jennifer was sure of it. Her thong was sliding up between the lips of her pussy, a pussy that was feeling distinctly more and more wet by the second. Her mind went back to her fantasy, to Joe smelling her wet panties, to Joe's long, throbbing penis sliding into her wet pussy and the feel of his soft, warm balls pressed up against her bottom. "Right, Jennifer?" Susan and Joe looked at her. Jennifer blinked. She had no idea what they'd just asked. "Sure." She said. "That's what I thought." Susan said and turned back to the figures. Susan took the white board marker from Joe and started working on the board. Joe stepped back slightly, focused on the numbers. Jennifer looked at Joe's now visible crotch. She could clearly see the length and shape outline of his penis stiffly held off to his right side by his pants. His penis looked amazing and her fantasy came back into her mind. She stared and even imagined that there was a small wet spot on the front of his pants toward the tip of his fat, rounded penis head. "Wow!" Jennifer thought. "Would that even fit in my little pussy?" "Yes." Jennifer said out loud. Her face went immediately red as Joe and Susan turned to her, surprised expressions on their faces. "Exactly. Yes. That's what I thought." Susan replied and went back to the numbers. Without looking up at Joe's face, Jennifer's eyes went back to the visible bulge of his penis. Joe turned aside, obscuring the view, and Jennifer looked up at his face. He was looking at her and his face was now bright red. "What in the hell is happening?" Jennifer wondered. My pussy is on the verge of another orgasm, I've already had three of them, I'm sure that by now I'm making a wet spot at the very minimum on my pants and most likely on Joe's office chair, I changed into thong panties and showed my ass off to my boss and now he has a big erection in front of his boss. Jennifer watched in almost slow motion as Joe self consciously adjusted the front of his pants. It didn't help much. Now his heavy, thick cock was hanging downward but the ridge of his penis head was still clearly visible along one side of his pants. Jennifer wondered what his penis looked like, bare. And then before she could stop it, she felt the orgasm coming on with the thong sliding up between her soaked pussy lips. She closed her eyes and tried to hold her breath as the orgasm surged through her body. She gripped the arms of the office chair. Susan's droning voice was distant. The pleasure was almost unbearable and then finally, it began to subside and a small "Oh..." escaped from her lips. "Are you OK?" Joe's voice was filled with concern? Jennifer's eyes snapped open. He had taken a step closer. Susan was turned, looking down at her in concern. Jennifer felt her face flame up in embarrassment. Her mind raced and she spoke, "Um...sorry, cramps." Susan's face softened, "Oh, I hate that. I'm sorry. Do you need to go home?" "What's wrong? Are you OK?" Joe asked again. Susan looked at Joe with an expression that spoke to his obtuse question, "Joe, do you mind? This is woman stuff." "What?" Joe looked confused. Jennifer spoke quickly, "No, uh, you know how it is. It's gone now. It happens almost every time." "You're sure?" Susan asked. "Yeah. Sorry." Jennifer felt embarrassed but glad that her excuse for having an orgasm in front of her bosses in the middle of the day seemed to ring true. "No problem at all. Do you need to go get some ibuprofen or something?" Susan asked. "No. I'm fine. Go on." Jennifer said. Susan and Joe turned back to the white board. Jennifer glanced at Joe's crotch again. Finally his erection had died down to the point where only a soft bulge remained. Still, Jennifer was certain of the wet spot where the tip of his erect penis had been. She smiled to herself and listened to the rest of the meeting. Eventually, Susan left the office and Joe turned to Jennifer, "So you're really OK? You looked like you were in pain for a moment there." "I'm sorry. I feel so stupid. I'm just fine." Jennifer replied. "You're definitely not stupid. That's a better word for me today." He paused, looking into her eyes. He had deep brown eyes that were really quite beautiful, Jennifer thought warmly. "I am...you know, sorry for what happened earlier today." "Don't worry about it." Jennifer replied. As she started to stand up she felt just how wet her pussy was. She prayed silently that it wasn't showing. Joe was speaking, "I just want you to know that we, I mean I, well, all of us really appreciate the work you're doing here. You're terrific. At work I mean." Joe's face was growing red again, "I mean, in every way. Well, you know...." His voice trailed off as he looked down. Jennifer said, "Thanks..." and followed his eyes. She looked down at the office chair where she'd just been sitting. The chair had a clear wet spot right in the middle where she'd been sitting. There was an awkward pause. Jennifer tried to think of something to say and couldn't think of anything. Finally Joe looked back to the white board, "Well, hey, I've got to focus this afternoon so...." Jennifer said, "Right. I'll let you go." "Thanks...." Joe said. Jennifer rolled her eyes as she walked out, "Oh my gosh," She thought, "I just created a wet sex spot on my boss' office chair." She felt unbelievably embarrassed and wondered if he could possibly have any interest in her any more after what happened today. As she crossed the office space toward her cubicle she glanced back to see Joe closing his office door, something he rarely did. Jennifer sighed again. That night she headed home with a mixture of feelings about what had happened. On the bad side, she felt humiliated to have made that wet spot on his chair and felt mildly embarrassed by how sexual she'd been showing off her ass by bending over in front of him twice and changing panties in between to show that she was wearing a thong. On the good side, she'd had four amazing orgasms, had discovered that she loved the way thong panties felt, and even better, learned that her boss was interested in her. There wasn't much she could do about it now. That evening, before going to bed, she settled into her regular routine of a nice masturbation session but this time with fantasies of Joe's penis getting hard because of her thong panties. --- After Joe closed his office door he locked it. He knew it was awkward but it had to be done. He immediately walked over to the blinds, closed them and then back to the chair where Jennifer had been sitting. He looked down at the wet spot. He now understood what she said about cramps and presumably, the way she and Susan talked, it was her period, but the wet spot wasn't blood. He carefully knelt down and put his hand on the chair next to the spot. It was surprisingly warm and Joe felt his penis start to swell as he thought about Jennifer's amazing, round ass sitting here, warming the chair. He lifted his hand and placed a finger on the wet spot. It was slick. He ran his finger across the spot and then looked at his finger, rubbing his thumb and finger together. Very slippery. "Oh my...." Joe sighed. He gently lifted his finger to his face and took in the sweet, musky fragrance of Jennifer's sexual arousal. With this discovery confirmed, his penis quickly surged into a full erection. He knew something was going on between he and Jennifer today. She not only heard his discussion with Mark about panties, she'd admitted that, but she also heard him confess his interest in her. And then that show, twice, at the distribution boxes. She had the most amazing rear he'd ever seen and she showed it off profoundly effectively...twice. The first time, he wasn't sure. She'd never bent that way before, and he had seen her panty lines, and it seemed too much of a coincidence following the panty discussion to be anything else, but still, he wasn't sure. Then the second time, "Oh my..." he whispered again, that had been crystal clear, the way she walked from his office to the distribution boxes, the way she moved her hips back and forth, her amazing ass moving with each step, and then bending, bending, bending forever it seemed until her legs, slightly spread, pants pulled tight over her ass on perfect display.... The door was locked. He undid his pants and freed his raging erection. "Oh!" he moaned, picturing Jennifer's beautiful ass; full, round, feminine, perfect in every way. No panty lines. What did that mean? She had that little pink bag. Did she buy a thong and wear it for him? What did it mean? He imagined her bare bottom covered only by a little thong and his penis, hard and long, started twitching as he stroked it. What was she trying to say to him? It felt like she was saying, "Come fuck me!" But that couldn't possibly be what she meant. But then, there she had done it, shown off her ass, put on a thong, her legs slightly spread, and his eyes had been drawn to the soft, subtle bulge right at the top of her thighs, between her legs, between her round ass cheeks, the bulge of her pussy. The orgasm rocked over him and his cock started spurting semen. It shot up onto the desk and he tried to catch it but some of it ran from his hand onto the floor. He shook his head and tried to clean up, pulling his pants up. He had to get to know Jennifer better. Maybe it was time to quit his job. Her Panties Ch. 01 I hate doing laundry in the summertime. During the rest of the year it's not that bad, but in the summertime, my sister is home from school, and stays with us, resulting in a fifty percent increase in the amount of laundry that I have to do. It wouldn't be so bad if she contributed while she was here, but all she ever seems to do is go out drinking with her friends and sit around on her ass watching soaps all day. I had no idea how she was able to pay her tuition for university. So, as part of my laundry completing, I made my way into her room. As I picked the laundry up, I noticed a purple thong on top of the rest of her laundry. It was oddly placed - if I hadn't known any better, I would have thought that she had placed it there, as if she wanted me to find it. Of course, that would mean she knew about my panty fetish, which I'd done my best to keep secret from everyone I knew, so I dismissed the idea as nonsense. I picked up the thong and brought it up to my face. Immediately the mixed scents of her perfume and vaginal juices filled my nostrils - whatever she'd been up to the night before, it was clear that she'd gotten aroused if nothing more. The smell that resulted was intoxicating, and I wasn't surprised to feel my cock start to harden. I stopped to think for a moment. My wife was out of town for the weekend, and my sister had told me she was spending the day at a friend's house. That meant that here I was, with a pair of panties in my hand and a hard cock, I felt that there was only one possible course of action. I dropped the laundry bag, and my trousers with it. I quickly put one leg through the panties, and then the other one behind it, pulling the silky purple fabric up over my cock, which gets even harder as it feels the fabric start to constrict it. I start rubbing the fabric back and forth against my trapped cock, which eventually couldn't take it anymore, and sprang out from behind the elastic of the panties, forcing them down over my balls. I grabbed my cock, and started to jerk it, thrusting my hand back and forth. I quickly get into a rhythm with it, and start to gently squeeze in and out along with the back and forth motions. Even with the panties down at my crotch, I can still smell her pussy juice on it, and as I take in her aroma I can feel my cock swell larger, which prompts me to squeeze down harder on the tip of my cock each time I reach it. I start to punish my cock with harder, rougher jerks; between her glorious scents, and the pressure the elastic of the panties on my balls, I start to feel pre-cum leaking out of the head of my cock. I took it and rub it over the length of my shaft and continue to jerk, spitting onto my hand to increase the lubrication. By this point it's so moist I can close my eyes and imagine that there's a mouth around it. My breathing starts to get a little harder, so I take my free hand and use it to lean against the wall; it's been awhile since I've cum, either alone or with a partner, so I know this is going to be a big one. Part of me wants to slow down, and enjoy the experience more, but I'm feeling greedy, and just want to finish myself off as quickly as possible. I jerk harder and faster, harder and even faster, As I feel myself starting to approach orgasm, I take the panties and pull them back over my cock, putting my hand down the waistband and jerking from inside them. A moment later my cock exploded, cum squirting out all over the fabric. There seems to be an endless supply of it coming out, and the fabric of the panties turns so dark that I don't know if I'll ever be able to get the stain out. Which, I guess, means that these panties are goign to become mine permanently and I'll have to tell my sister that they got lost in the wash. "That should just about do it," I heard from behind. I turn around to find my sister standing behind me, video camera in hand. "I think we find ourselves in an interesting situation here," she said to me with a smile. Her Panties Ch. 02 As soon as I saw my sister, Jillian, standing there, video camera in hand, my dick goes limp and I felt myself start to sweat. It would be one thing if she freaked out – after all, she did just come home to find me in her bedroom, wearing nothing but her panties, jerking off into them. The fact that she wasn't freaking out, but instead waltzed across the room to her bed as if nothing untoward had happened, was unsettling. She put the video camera in the top drawer of the table beside her bed. The drawer with the lock. "I have to say, John," she said after a moment of uncomfortable silence, "I really didn't know you were into wearing girl's panties. Hey, do you think my sister knows?" My eyes went wide, and I could feel my heart start to beat faster. "You wouldn't." I immediately started to think about how my wife would react – she's a very conservative, vanilla lover, so I can only imagine it would not be a good reaction in the slightest. "I wouldn't?" she said confrontationally. "Are you sure about that? Because I'm pretty sure I would." She smiled as she spoke, crossing her legs sultrily. "I mean, why wouldn't I?" I tripped over my tongue trying to spit out a reason before finally saying "It wold break your sister's heart!" "You really should have thought of that before you started jerking off into my panties, John," she said flatly. "I mean, god, the front door wasn't even locked; it's almost like you were trying to get caught." I could feel myself getting red. "This is going to cost me, isn't it?" I finally said, broaching the subject that we were both thinking of. "More that you could possibly realize," she replied, her smile widening. I hated her in that moment, and yet she looked so sexy, so in control. "Let me go get my wallet, it's downstairs," I told her. "Oh, don't be silly John, I don't want your money," she told me. "No, this is going to cost you in other ways." "What do you mean?" "Well, for a start, I want you to stop hassling me about paying rent and getting a job during the summer, because I'm sick of hearing that shit from you." "Done," I said. Given how ineffective my hassling her had been, this seemed to be a small price to pay. "Your real repayment, though," she said, uncrossing her legs, "is that, for the rest of the summer, you are going to become my plaything, unless you want my sister, your wife, to see this little tape of mine." My eyes went wide again as I processed what she was telling me. Jillian was a hot little piece, but I had never cheated on my wife for as long as we'd been married – and cheating with her sister would be the ultimate betrayal. But what choice did I have, unless I wanted her seeing the video? At the same time, though, wasn't I just putting myself into further jeopardy of being blackmailed if I agreed to this? I realized it had been a long time since I'd said anything. "Your plaything?" I stammered out, not knowing what else to say. "Like, sexually?" "Of course, sexually, silly" she said, the sultry smile suddenly getting exchanged for a more innocent-looking one. "There's a bunch of stuff I've been hearing about from girls at school, but haven't had a chance to try out myself. This should be a good chance for me." "Like, what do you have in mind?" I asked hesitantly. "Oh, all kinds of stuff," she said, laying down on the bed. As she did, I could see her skirt rise up, and almost got a glimpse of the panties she was wearing. "Nothing too intense just yet. But we have a problem, John – I was coming up here to have a nap, but I have to be honest with you, John. I got a little turned on watching you masturbate, and I absolutely cannot nap when I'm turned on. So you're going to have to do something about that." "What am I going to have to do?" I asked her, already getting visions of fucking her tight little pussy. "You're going to have to lick my pussy," she tells me, and I just about cum in the panties that are still around my crotch when I hear her say that. I didn't say anything in response, but just started walking towards the bed that she's laying on, and on which she'd already started hiking up her skirt. I learned as I walked that my attempts to look at her panties a moment ago were futile, because she wasn't wearing any, and also why she always takes so long in the shower in the morning – there isn't a single hair on her mound. I bury my head between her legs and start licking, starting with a few hesitant stabs at her pussy lips – she was already pretty wet by the time I got down there, so I get right into my routine, rather than taking it slow. "Yeah, that's it," she said as I started to go a bit faster, my tongue running up and down the length of her pussy. After a few of those, I go into a routine I'd learned in college, using my tongue to spell out the letters of her name against her pussy. She seemed to like that, so I went for her middle name afterwards, and then just started running through the letters in the alphabet. Eventually I stop doing that, instead starting to focus on her clit, rotating my tongue around it. She must of liked that, because she started running her fingers through my hair. Then I puckered my lips around clit, and started to blow, and she must have really liked that, because I felt her hand at the back of my head, pushing my face into her pussy. I took that as a cue to ramp things up a bit more, and start moving back and forth between her clit and the lips of her pussy, bringing my fingers up to join the fun. Eventually I've got three fingers stretched inside her, and my mouth back to hoovering on her clit. She starts trashing around, calling out my name, and I can tell that I know a few things about pussy that the guys that she goes to school with haven't figured out yet. Then, finally, she let out one final moan, her hips bucking a good two inches into the air as she did. She laid still after that, trying to catch her breath, and I kept licking for a few more seconds to make sure that she was done. "That was amazing," she said to me, panting, as I finally lifted my head up. "What can I say, I hung out with some lesbians in college," I told her, "they gave me some good tips." She laughed at that, and I started to move the rest of my body between her legs, ready to pierce the pussy that I'd just been licking. My cock is rock hard again, sprung to action from the delicious taste of cunt juices. "Just what do you think you're doing?" she asked, putting her hand on my chest. "Oh, well, I just assumed..." "Nonono," she said, shaking her head. "I'm the one in charge here, John. I say what happens, and what doesn't. And for now, I'm fully satisfied, and really in need of a nap. So, I'll just talk to you later, okay?" "Uh, sure," I say, starting to move off the bed and towards the door. "I'll just "John," she says, calling after me. "You can hang on to those if you'd like," she said, pointing towards the purple panties that got me in this mess in the first place. Reluctantly I picked them up. It's going to be an interesting summer.