Date: Wed, 08 Jan 2003 22:03:24 +0000
From: J J <antonyandcleopatra@hotmail.com>
Subject: roomie likes my panties

*This story is fiction and about two consenting adults*

The first thing I remember about this wonderful night was a dream I was
having after I went to bed.  I'd had a nice night by myself at home while my
roomie, Steve, was out on a trip with one of his old girlfriends from
college.  Alone, I had the chance to buy and wear lingerie for several
nights in a row, really getting my fill until he returned and made it harder
to find the time and place to wear pretty things.  That night I'd worn a
fetching baby blue satin and lace cami top, matching full back panties, and
a silkly pair of pajama pants.  I don't do anything special when I wear
lingerie.  I like to model it for myself, touch myself, run my hands along
the silky garments or just enjoy a quiet evening at home.  Sometimes I'll go
out onto the back porch of the house we're renting and sit with a drink and
a cigarette under the stars.  No one can see me out there, and I feel so
delicate under the night sky in my different get ups.

After I'd slipped under the covers that night I fantasized about various
kinds of sexual encounters, but fell asleep before I felt hot enough to
stroke myself off.  I didn't mind it so much... there's something nice about
falling asleep with my cock soft and snug in a pair of silky underwear.  My
dream was about a woman I work with, an intense scene where we met in her
office in the evening after everyone else had gone home.  She talked dirty
to me and stripped.  She danced seductively in her bra and panties,
commanding me to approach her and masturbate to her movements.  By the end
of the dream she was lying on a desk touching herself and moaning while I
stood next to her jerking away.  I loved the feeling of being dominated by
an older woman.

When I woke up my panties were a little wet from all the excitement, and my
throat was dry, so I got up to get a drink of water.  I sleepily wandered
down the hall into the dimly lit kitchen and got the shock of my life.
There was Steve fixing himself a cup of tea, home more than a day earlier
than he'd planned, while I stood frozen in my clothes, wishing I were dust.
Before I could tip toe my way out of the room he spun around quickly and
caught his first sight of my deepest secret.  His mouth fell open and he
nearly dropped his drink.  We stood there staring at each other for what
seemed like an hour.  Still not saying anything, the tension began to make
me dizzy and I ran out of the room.  I was so flushed and upset that I
darted for the bathroom to splash some water on my face.  I just couldn't
believe I'd been caught, and since Steve and I were only casual friends (and
roomates after he answered an ad in the paper), I had no idea how he would
react or who would find out.  In my panic I began shaking and lamenting the
fact that I'd dressed up by myself countless times and never gotten caught,
and it seemed so unfair to have to be exposed this way--it seemed like some
cruel trick, and as I was brooding about it I looked up in the mirror and
noticed Steve standing in the hallway behind me, seeing me bent over the
sink in my shame.

"If you want to laugh or move out or whatever, just do it.  It's really no
big deal, I'm not some freak or anything, but then I can only guess what
you're thinking, you probably..."

"Hey, just take a minute and calm down," said Steve, cutting me off before I
embarrased myself even more.  "I'm not going to out you or anything, I'm
just really surprised."

"Me too.  Thought you weren't coming home for another day or so." I
stammered, as if he'd wounded me somehow.

"Yeah, we decided to shave a day or two off the trip.  I just felt like
taking tomorrow off and staying home. Maybe read a book.  Not sure that I
was gonna wear panties, though," he said with a laugh.

"Okay, okay, I'm sure this is really hilarious for you, so get it all out
while you can, but I'm going to bed," I said and began to take a step toward
Steve.  He put up his hands as if to calm me down.

"No need for all that, man.  I was just trying to make you feel better.  I'm
okay with what you're wearing, I mean, your butt looks pretty tight in those
knickers."

"Are you just trying to screw with me, 'cause I really don't need that right
now," I said sternly.

"Well, maybe," said Steve.

"Maybe what?"

"I'll put it this way: you look really pretty in your outfit."

I still wasn't sure how to take him.  Still feeling dizzy and exhausted from
the experience of getting caught, Steve could have been ready to toss me out
onto the street screaming at me for all I knew.  Or worse, slug me.

"Oh," I said sarcastically, "so I guess you're into guys and this is just
you're sensitive way of telling me.  Well, I'm real sorry I spoiled your
straight-guy parade here and forgot to tell you this when you moved in..."

"Yes, I do," he interrupted.

"What?"

"I like guys... almost as much as I like women," he said, smiling a little
bit, almost shyly.  "And, well, you're a guy, and you're standing here in
front of me wearing this really hot womens' lingerie, and I gotta admit,
it's getting me kinda hot.  I'm just saying you look pretty, okay?  Peace?"

Well, I don't have to tell you I was blushing and totally taken by him now.
He is gorgeous, about 5'9", muscular, soft blue eyes, dark hair, and smooth
skin all over every part of his body I'd been lucky enough to glimse in the
few months we'd been renting together.

"Okay, I said," finally calm, "Peace."

With that I went to walk past him to my bedroom and soak up his compliment,
and when I did he reached out and pinched the side of my abdomen.  I giggled
bashfully and moved away from him, but he stepped toward me and did it
again.

"Okay, I get the point," I said and took another step.

"Do you?" he asked and pinched me again.

I don't know what came over me next, but I began to run through the house
giggling and laughing, and it worked because he began to chase me.  It felt
so foolish, but I just let go completely while he pursued me, reaching out
for me, catching me, letting me go, smacking my butt lightly to encourage
our playing, until finally I felt his arms clasp around my waist and he
pulled me to the floor in our living room, both of us laughing wildly, where
he climbed on top of me and kissed me full on, his hands groping madly at my
body, my legs wrapping tightly around his strong waist, all while I made
room in my mouth for his penetrating tongue. We kissed like mad for a minute
or so until giving into a pause and the urge to breathe deeply.

Steve left my mouth and sat upwards on his knees.  I lay before him totally
in awe of his cute face and gorgeous body, breathing hard from our play and
kisses.  He smiled and slowly took off his shirt, revealing the trim
physique I knew too well from stealing glances every chance I got.

"Believe me now?" he asked with a teasing laugh.  He licked the tip of a
finger, and reached down to my waist.  I closed my eyes and felt him slip
the finger under my panties, just barely touching the tip of my swollen
cock.  I shuttered at the feel of him poking around down there, and sighed
as he continued by running that finger down the inside of my thigh.

"I guess," I said weakly, still panting.  "But to be sure, you better step
out of those jeans."

To my delight he stood up cooly and began to unbotton and unzip his jeans,
wiggling like a stripper as he pushed them down his thighs, where beneath he
was wearing a pair of white, cotton briefs. The fabric was showing off his
meaty package with breathtaking definition.  My mouth fell open at the site
of him in his underwear.  A little nervous, I tugged at my cami and shifted
my legs.  I hoped that I was as good looking to him lying there in my silky
panties.

Steve noticed I was admiring him, and glanced down at his crotch.  He seemed
to be telling me that he wasn't about to get back on top of me, and I had no
problem with getting up on my knees for him.  Faced with his crotch, I put
my hands on his tight buttocks and pressed my nose against the pouch of his
briefs, full of his cock and musky sweet odor. I felt dizzy inhaling his
scent, and immediately tugged his undies down to fill my mouth with him.

His gogeous penis flopped out in front of me, half hard.  Perfect.  Smooth
and pink.  Not too long, not too thick, and surrounded by a thick patch of
hair.

"Oh, god, your cock is so beautiful," I whispered slowly.

"You're sweet," he whispered.  "Go ahead and taste me."

I had him in my mouth before he even said the words.  Feeling his meat in my
mouth made me moan right away, as his penis grew rock hard against my
tongue.  In a moment I was licking and sucking like I hadn't ever had sex.
I stroked, teased, slurpped, and kissed his cock, and he could barely speak
for the pleasure.  Before long he guided my head with his hands and began to
pump my mouth.  Slow at first, and then faster as I opened wide to take his
thrusting over and over, the satin around my penis sopping wet now with my
excitment and my thirst for him.  Muffled by his pumping cock, I moaned and
squealed to encourage him.  Hearing my cries for him, Steve began fucking my
mouth with an intense pace, but he was not being rough, and I rewarded him
by massaging his ass with one hand and the base of his cock with my other
hand.

I was beginning to yearn for his hot cum, imagining my mouth full of it,
when I could tell he was getting a little tired, so I pushed his cock out of
my mouth and looked at him.  He was lost in his pleasure, his glistening
meat pulsating in front of my face.  I couldn't help but touch myself then,
reaching into my panties to stroke my aching cock.  I wanted to wait, but
this was too good not to please myself a little.  When he opened his eyes he
just looked at me, watching me stroke myself.  I sat like that for a while,
jerking off to him and his erect penis.  He seemed to like it, and then I
winked at him and stuck my tongue out, slowly taking him inside my mouth
again, letting him know I'd do the rest of the work.  Again I sucked and
sucked him, licking passionately and stroking his slickened shaft, stopping
to tickle him gently through his thick pubic hair while I jerked myself
furiously with my other hand.

A few seconds passed and I could hear him moaning again, louder and louder
as I sucked and licked harder and harder until a thick, hot stream of his
creamy cum shot into my mouth, and then another across the top of my tongue.
Steve was moaning even louder now, and I pushed his gushing cock out of my
mouth in time to catch another stream of cum on my face, a powerful shot on
my lips, and finally his last drops landing softly on my neck.  Jerking
myself off in total abandon now, the ecstacy of being showered by Steve's
cream brought me to my own maoning orgasm.

I fell back to the floor in front of him grinning like I was drunk, my
panties full of cum, Steve's cum in my mouth and on my face.  As Steve
collapsed beside me, I swallowed the cum in my mouth.  I smiled as he
slipped his hand into my messy panties to massage my softening cock.  We
kissed, and to my sheer joy he took his other hand and began to wipe his
semen from my face with his musky briefs, whispering to me sweetly.

"Wear another pair tomorrow," he said, slipping a finger between my
buttocks, "and I'll give you a ride you won't forget, panty boy."

I smiled and slipped my tongue in his mouth, whispering, "Deal."