Will Work for Panties 8

"So, what do you think?" she asked me.

"They're very beautiful. Thank-you very much."

"Do you think they're sexy?"

"Yes, I do. They're incredible. I love them."

"Great. So, would you do something for me?"

"Sure, anything."

"Go put on a pair."

"What? Now?" I asked in astonishment.

"Please. Pretty please."

How could I say no to her? I went into the bathroom and pulled down my pants. I took off my own underwear and decided to put on the black and gold panties with the tassel. They were silk. I slid them on and tucked my penis and testicles into their very snug quarters. I put my pants back on, put my old underwear in the bag and went back into the living room to sit next to Aunt Sherrie.

"So, which ones did you put on?" she asked.

"The first ones," I answered. "The black ones with the gold design."

"Mmmm. I liked those best. See, our tastes are very similar."

"Oh, is that how you knew I'd like Gail?"

"No, that's how I knew she'd like you."

"Huh?" She had me puzzled.

Aunt Sherrie pulled herself close to me, wrapped her hands around my bicep, and whispered in my ear, "I told you before that I have some experience with these things."

I had no response; I just felt my cheeks blush.

"So," she continued, "do you have something to show me?" She squeezed my arm a little.

"Like what?" I imagined what she was going to say next. I was right.

"How about pitching a tent for me?" She leaned in close to my ear and whispered the words slowly, seductively. She was treating me like one of those lowly freshmen in high school that she and her girlfriends used to tease.

"I think I'm about to," I said.

"Good," she whispered again as she let go of my arm and rubbed the crotch of my jeans with her fingertips.

I never expected that. My cock responded immediately. I got hard – rock hard – almost instantly. Aunt Sherrie guided her long fingers over the crotch on my jeans and down between my legs. Then she stroked me in reverse. My unit was now so hard that I could feel it slip out of the satin material and it was lodged between my panties and my leg. It was the first time that Aunt Sherrie had ever touched me in any sexual manner.

"Ah, how's that?" I asked. I was very nervous. This was no dream.

"Mmm. It's very nice," she answered.

Aunt Sherrie just sort of sat next to me holding my arm in one hand. She stopped stroking my penis through my jeans and just sat there looking at the bulge in my pants. I had never taken the time to look at her while she was getting turned-on by my bulge since I had usually been oblivious to what turned her on, but this time I did. Her cheeks got flush, and her eyes just remained transfixed on the rise in my pants.

I got a little bold, realizing that I was turning on my sexy aunt. I stroked myself with my free hand. I rubbed the sensitive part of my penis, the part just under the head, with my finger. My cock responded and we could see the tent get slightly bigger. Aunt Sherrie gripped my arm a little tighter.

She pulled herself away after a few more moments.

"Thank-you, Vincent. I really think you should be going now."

Usually Aunt Sherrie will see me to the door, give me a compliment or some encouragement, perhaps a little kiss on the cheek, and send me on my way. This time she just sort of ushered me out in a hurry. As I walked to my car, my Uncle Donald pulled into the garage. I stopped to talk to him.

"Hey, what's going on?" he asked.

"Well, I just came by to fill in auntie about my date with Brian's sister-in-law because she was so nice about fixing us up."

"Hey, that's good. I hope everything went well."

"Yeah, she's great. I like her a lot."

"By the way, thanks for helping with that insulation job. I'd been meaning to do that for a while, but I haven't had the time. I really appreciate it."

"No problem. Well I've got to be going. I'll see you later."

"Yeah, take in easy. Bye."

We shook hands and parted company. As I pulled away from the curb I saw him enter his house.

I wonder what's going to happen in there tonight.

* * *

I wanted to get home to change out of my panties. They were not made for a man's body, and I didn't want to stretch them out. I treasured my panty collection, which by now consisted of dozens of pairs of women's underwear. I was very careful with each pair. I went to great lengths to assure that they each remained in top condition. The ruination of the tap pants that Patti had bought me hurt for two reasons.

The first reason was that a perfectly good pair of silk panties was now wasted. The second reason was more personal: I had strong feelings for Patti. As much as I loved my aunt, and as much as she turned me on, Patti had a different appeal. Maybe it was the way she once held my hand to steady me while I discussed my fantasies with her and her sisters. Maybe it was the warm smile with which she always greeted me, or her calm and reassuring demeanor. Or perhaps it was just her taste in lingerie.

By the time I arrived home and safely ensconced in my room I had a great urge to strip naked, grab a fistful of panties, and start playing with myself. Between my great date with Gail, and the rather unbelievable event that had just unfolded at my aunt's house I was as horny as I could ever get that night.

I did strip naked. I lay down on the bed. I held the pink tap pants in my hand and placed them over my cock. I picked up my phone, and I called Patti.

"Hello."

"Hi, Patti. It's Vincent. Am I interrupting?"

"No, no. How are you?"

"Oh, I'm fine."

"I heard that you had a date with Brian's sister-in-law, Gail. How did it go?"

"It was wonderful. I really like her a lot."

"More than me?" she giggled a little.

"No, not yet. You're still my favorite."

"Thank-you."

"Patti, I wanted to tell you something."

"Yes."

"Well, I've told you in the past that sometimes I wear the panties that you buy me to bed."

"Yes, it turns you on. Doesn't it?"

"Well, it turned me on a little too much recently. I was wearing the pink tap pants that you bought for me, and during the night I had, well, I had an accident."

"You didn't wet the bed, did you?" I could tell that she was teasing me.

"Well in a manner of speaking. Let's just say that I had a rather erotic dream and there was some spontaneous leakage."

"Oh?"

"Yes, and to make a long story short, I ruined the panties."

"Gee, that's too bad," she said

"I know. I really liked them a lot, and I was really trying to take care of them. I was wondering if, well, would it be at all possible…" I halted in mid sentence.

"Would what be possible, Vincent?" she asked.

"Well, I wanted to know if it would be at all possible to replace them?" I asked haltingly.

"Hmm," she thought about it for a moment. " I don't think that will be a problem. Yes, we can replace them."

"We?"

"Yes, we. I think you and I should go to the store together and replace them."

"You want me to go to the lingerie store with you to replace the panties that I ruined while having a … nocturnal emission?" I asked stunned.

"Sure. It'll be a lot of fun. I'll pick you up in half and hour. Okay?'

"Ah, um."

"Great. I'll see you soon. Bye, bye."

* * *

So, just what the hell was I supposed to do, say no to Patti? Inconceivable. Spending some time alone with her was just too good to pass up, besides the added thrill of spending that time in a lingerie store would have to make it all that much more interesting. Wouldn't it?

Patti picked me up promptly as she said she would. I had no idea where we were headed, so I just sat nervously in the passenger seat of her Lexus. Nice car.

"So, do you want to pick out an identical pair, or do you want to see if there's something else you like?" she asked me.

"You really expect me to go into the store with you, don't you?" I replied.

"Sure. Why not."

"Well, because I'm a guy. I'll stick out like a sore thumb," I said with a little trepidation.

"Actually, there is a good chance that there will be other men in there as well," she said.

"Yeah, buying something for their girlfriends or wives. They won't be buying anything for themselves."

"You never know," Patti smiled as she said it.

"Great, there'll probably be a convention of panty fetishists. They'll be coming from all over the country. I can see it now, a long line of men lined up in front of the crotchless leopard prints having their measurements taken."

Patti started giggling as I described the rather unlikely scene.

"You sure do have a vivid imagination," she quipped.

"Yeah, that's nothing compared to what my mind conjures up when I'm asleep. Things get really wild then."

"Oh, is there something you'd like to share?" she asked.

"No." Truthfully, I wanted to relive every detail of my dream in graphic reality.

Our casual chitchat about this and that continued for another ten minutes or so. Patti finally pulled the car into a parking spot across the street from a rather modest looking store nestled between a bridal store and a linoleum tile place. It was the now famous French Boutique.

We went inside together, Patti holding my upper arm. A little bell rang as we walked in and crossed through a store security monitor; it was the kind that picks up the security tags on clothing. Evidently there is quite a black market in stolen panties.

It was early in the evening by now, and there were few people in the store. Two women who appeared to be in their forties were shopping together. A man and woman, probably husband and wife were also in there together, only he appeared to be a little bored as his wife examined the merchandise.

"Honey, have you found anything that you like yet?" he asked.

"I like them all that's just the problem. I'll settle on something soon. Just be patient."

"I am patient, but this is getting silly. If you don't pick something out soon I'm going to jump in the discount bin over here and take a nap."

"Oh yeah? Well maybe your next few wives will shop faster. I'm taking my time"

He started rummaging through the bin.

"Hey honey, how about buying these?"

A woman behind the register smiled at Patti as we approached. They were obviously familiar with each other since Patti shopped there with her sisters. The woman was probably in her early fifties and had a full figure with a streak of gray in her hair, a rather matronly looking woman. Both her makeup and her hair were done meticulously, and I found her to be very attractive. She wore a black dress with a low neckline, black high heels, and black stockings.

"Hello, Teesh," she said with a French accent. "How are you today?"

"I'm fine Madeline. We're just going to browse and see what we like," Patti said to the woman.

"Very well. You have the run of the sore as always, ami."

Patti and I walked to the back of the store. I felt my ears burning. I turned around to see Madeline looking at me and smiling. She raised an eyebrow and seductively sucked on the end of her fingernail. I had two instant reactions: a hardening in my jeans and a nervous fear I had been discovered.

Oh crap. She knows. She knows.

"Relax Vincent," Patti said. "You're all tense. There is nothing to be nervous about."

Patti and I walked over to a table that had several pairs of tap pants laid out all around. It reminded me of the way the department stores lay out men's neckties. Prominent among them were several pairs of the dark pink tap pants like the ones I had ruined. There were also other colors and patterns. Some pairs were pinstripe; others had paisley designs in pink or blue. Even others had more intricate patterns using several different colors. Some had floral prints, others had hearts.

However, other that the pink panties that I truly wanted to replace there was one pair that caught my imagination. They were a simple pair of panties with no design, just one solid color. I fixated on them thinking of something.

"Vincent, here are the pink pants." She picked them up. "Do you want to look around the store for a little while?"

"Uh, yeah. I guess." I wandered through the store with Patti holding my arm taking in all the different designs and styles of women's lingerie.

By now the two women in their forties had taken their purchases to Madeline at the register. I tried not to pay much attention to them. They appeared to be two very attractive women. Perhaps because they were both buying several matching pairs of bras and panties, this seemed to make them appear more eye-catching than if I had seen them in the supermarket.

Jack and his wife were leaving the store having already made their purchases.

"Honey," he said as they walked out the door. "I have an idea for these…" he trailed off.

Madeline said something quietly to the two women making their purchase, and I felt my ears burning again. I turned around and saw all three of them looking at me. They turned away casually, not really caring if I had noticed them looking at me.

I'm fucking ruined. The whole fucking world is going to find out.

Patti led me over to a table that had bras and matching panties laid out on it. The table next to it had garters of all sorts and stockings. There were racks of elegant night attire: nightgowns, teddies, merry widows, baby dolls, and corsets. Patti took her time walking through with me.

I looked back over to where Madeline was sitting alone near the register; the two other women had left. She sat on a tall stool next to the counter reading a paperback novel. Madeline glanced up and looking at me briefly. Perhaps her ears were burning now. She crossed one leg over the other and flashed me a peek of a white garter that connected to her black stocking. She then fidgeted with the neckline of her dress, and the lace edge of her white bra peeked through.

The contrast of her white intimates and black ensemble caught my attention probably for only a few seconds, but I felt as if I was staring at her for a long time. Madeline sucked on the end of her fingernail again as she glanced at me one more time. I took a long deep breath. The bulge in my pants was so big I was afraid of knocking over a display table if I turned sideways.

Too bad Aunt Sherrie isn't here to see me now. She'd probably drain Uncle Don dry.

I was hard, very, very hard. Surrounded by so much lingerie, walking through a forest of panties with Patti, and being flashed by this attractive older woman. I could have passed out right there. It was only the will to stand erect - okay erect was not a problem – so that paramedics would not be called to revive me in this glorious panty shop that kept me going.

"Well Vincent, do you see anything else that you like?" Patti asked me quietly.

"You mean I can pick out something else?"

"Sure, anything you want."

I took her up on the offer. I went back over to the table with the tap pants and gently removed the pair that had caught my attention earlier. I brought them over to Patti.

"These. I'd like to get these if it's okay," I said.

"Sure, that's fine. You really like these?"

"I like the color. It reminds me of something."

Patti took the two pair of panties to Madeline at the counter.

"So, you and your fren' are done shopping, oui?" she asked.

"Yes, we're all set now."

"Well, you two will have a very good time, no?"

"Oh Madeline. You're terrible."

"C'est la vie, mon ami" Madeline answered while looking at me.

Madeline handed Patti her receipt and the bag with her … our … okay, my panties. Patti and I walked out of the store with Madeline giving me a grin and a raised eyebrow.

"Bon amour, mon cher," she said directly to me while slightly leaning over the counter.

What the hell is she saying?

"Madeline seems to like you," Patti said, teasing me as we approached her car.

"I'm ruined. I'm ruined, and it's all your fault," I complained nervously as I slid into the passenger seat of Patti's car.

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"All those people, those two women, Madeline, they all know. They all know what's going on."

"What are you complaining about? Sherrie, Bambi, and I all know. Why are you so scared about someone else finding out." she asked still smiling.

"I trust the three of you. Those others are strangers. All those people know what was going on in there. I walk into the store with you and we start picking out panties. They all know I'm some kind of panty pervert. I just know it."

"Will you calm down," she tried to ease me. "First of all no one knows anything. No one ever said anything to Madeline about you. Those two women were not paying any attention to us. And that couple was so wrapped up in themselves I don't think they even noticed anyone else was in the store."

"Then what was all that kay serra serra Frenchie stuff that Madeline said to us as we left? And why was she always looking at me like that?"

"I imagine she was looking at you because she found you attractive. She started licking her chops the moment you walked in," she said.

"Oh no. There was something else going on there."

"Sure there was. She certainly suspected something."

"See, I knew it."

"Vincent honey, she didn't think you have a panty fetish."

"Oh no, then what was she thinking."

Patti had to stop the car at a red light. That gave her the opportunity to turn and look me in the eyes.

"She thinks that you are my lover."

"What?" My jaw dropped. Now I was fucking baffled.

"She's French," was her only reply.

"What does that have to do with anything?" I asked.

"For the French it isn't uncommon for a man to have a mistress."

"And?"

"It's also not uncommon for a woman to take a younger lover."

"It isn't?" I was amazed.

"No, it isn't. She thinks we bought the panties for me to wear tonight. She thinks we're going to make love."

"Oh."

"Understand?"

"Ah yeah," I hesitated. "I guess I can live with that reputation if it gets out. Of course your husband will kill me."

"There are two reasons you have nothing to worry about."

"What are they," I inquired.

"First, my husband doesn't know Madeline, and he never will. He never shops with me"

"Okay, and second."

"Second, we're not going to make love tonight."

Shit.

* * *

By the time Patti pulled up in front of my house to let me off I had recovered from the disappointment of her last statement. Of course it was too much for me to hope for in the first place, but a young man has his aspirations.

"Well, have a good night, Vincent," she said as I opened the car door.

I paused and turned to her in the front seat.

"Patti, thanks a lot for everything tonight. I really like spending time with you. And thanks for listening to my idiotic rambling."

"I'm only too happy to help." She patted me on the leg.

I leaned over to her and gave her a kiss right on her cheek. She smiled and kissed me on mine.

"Okay handsome, get going."

Back in my bedroom I sat in a chair at my desk and leaned back, looking at the two pairs of panties from the boutique. The last 72-hours had been one hell of an experience. I reflected on everything that had transpired. First I drained myself in the most incredible wet dream, had a terrific date with a girl I really liked, been groped by my aunt, and wandered through a lingerie store with Patti while an older woman checked out my goods. Maybe this is the fucking dream.

I pulled down my pants and took off my shirt. Sitting in the chair I picked up the brand new pink tap pants and stroked my body with the smooth fabric. I caressed my own neck and chest, and I fondled my crotch. My penis was still stiff. I knew that I had at least one more good shot of semen left in my testicles. After that I would have to stop for a while. I was in danger of dehydrating.

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