So, I am walking down the street holding the hand of a beautiful woman who, just five minutes previously, had her hand down the back of my jeans caressing my lace panty-covered arse and finger fucking my asshole. The once hot cum in the front of my panties is now cooling against the front of my crotch as I try my best to walk, still weak at the knees, down the street.
I am still unable to believe the brazen way in which Emmy just had me like that in the darkened corner of a public bar, yet here we are walking back to my house so that she can “take a closer look at the mess I made in my beautiful panties”. I breathe a heavy sigh, almost in relief, as we get further away from the pub and it is just Emmy and me walking alone. We shoot each other a look and and a smile.
“Alright, Humph?” Emmy asks.
“Yes, Emmy, although I have a rather cold crotch!” I jest, highlighting the cooling breeze on the front of my damp jeans.
“Well, I look forward to thawing you out when we get back to yours!” Emmy says enthusiastically. “Have we come the right way?” she asks.
“Yes, I just wanted to come back the secluded route as I wanted to minimise the chance of anyone seeing my damp crotch!” I say as we turn the corner and head across the park.
“Oh, Humph! That is nothing honey, ha! No-one can see that,” she says giggling.
“Well, maybe it just feels more than it looks. I have a panty crotch full of cum here, which feels fucking horny I must say - cold, but horny!” I exclaim.
“Oh dear, you really feeling the cold, Humphry!? Well let's just see what we can do about that,” Emmy says, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward a park bench.
“Sit down,” she commands.
I sit down on the bench and look up as Emmy straddles me and sits on my lap. She puts her arms around my neck and thrusts her lips and tongue to mine in a gripping embrace. Our hot breath is like a foggy shroud around us and I feel like we are in our own little world.
This woman is taking control of me and I like it. I can feel Emmy’s crotch start to move back and forward over mine, rolling my cock back and forth in my panties. We moan into each other's mouth at the pleasure. She is clearly trying to warm me up with the friction of her pussy rubbing over my cock.
She stops kissing me and puts her lips to me ear and whispers, “Are you getting any warmer yet, my little panty lover.” She breathes into my ear.
“Not quite yet,” I cheekily say, hoping it will spur her on to rub me further with her crotch.
Emmy pulls back and looks at me with a cheeky grin across her face. She knows I am no longer cold and I was just encouraging her to go on. What I don’t know is what that cheeky grin is really for.
“Well, if that didn’t work, Humph, then I am going to have to go to a little bit further to sort you out because I want you hot and ready when we get back to yours,” Emmy says with a hint of wryness.
I can feel Emmy's thighs tighten their grip on the side of my hips and her crotch press harder against mine. She pulls me closer into a hug with her head on my shoulder and she says to me with a husky whimper, “I am going to piss on you, Humphry. I am going to piss on your cum soaked pantied up cock.”
I have absolutely no time to say or do anything as I immediately feel a hot, wet flood engulf the entire front of my crotch. It feels glorious. I am entirely at Emmy’s mercy once again, which I am relishing. We just hold each other in a strong embrace the entire time Emmy is pissing through her panties onto my already wet and messy crotch, enjoying the taboo nature of what we are doing. It feels liberating. When the flow stops a big exhale of breath comes from Emmy and another giggle.
“Warm now, Humphry?” she says with a hint of irony.
We both giggle and look down at our ourselves, my crotch now steaming with her hot piss.
“Well, now I have a wet crotch too!” Emmy exclaims. “So who cares if anyone sees us. Let's get back to yours.”
Emmy leaps off me, grabs me by the hand and skips off down the park, with me in tow wondering what the hell she has in store for me back at home.
A very curious thing happened to me yesterday and I feel I need to share it with you...
I have been 'mildly' crossdressing for over a year now. I say 'mildly' because I am not into full feminization, I just love the feel and look of lace panties when they are hugging a good looking cock, not to mention the taboo. I have taken to wearing stockings too which feel amazing, it's like having your whole lower half carressed persistently. I have thought of wearing a bra but, although I can almost imagine how amazing it would feel, I don't think men look as good in them as women, by a long way. Panties though, well that is a different matter. Anyway, I digress, on to the story.
It was a Saturday evening and I had put on a pair of striking blue lace briefs. I had intended to keep them on while I read a few erotic stories online and maybe even take a few photos for others to enjoy but that idea was quashed the moment the door knocked. I quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and dived for the door. It was my friend Emmy, unanounced, she pushed the door open and walked right in. We had known each other for a long time and I suspected she was in a bad mood. My mind immediately turned to what was on my Laptop screen! I had just been looking at inspiration for my next 'photo shoot', a man in loose thread stockings, lace panties and a Shirt and tie with Suit Jacket. I awkwardly bumped Emmy away from the couch and shut my screen covertly. That would be the end of me, as I saw it, ridiculed for 'being gay' or 'confused about my sexuality'. You see I am a straight guy, I just did not know if anyone would understand my fetish and not have me pegged all wrong. Anyway, I got away with it, for now.
"I have left him!" Emmy bleated.
"I have decided to move out" "I have had enough and I walked." Emmy now quite animated.
"I havn't come around for a shoulder to cry on, that is all I am going to say about that bastard. C'mon put your jacket on I want to go to the Pub and get thouroughly pissed!"
With that she threw my jacket at me and pushed me out of my front door.
Walking up the road I shuddered so hard I stopped myself in my tracks. I just realised I was wearing those bright blue lace panties, and I am outside of the comfort of my own home.
"What's up" Emmy says tugging at my arm.
"Oh, nothing I just thought I forgot something" I say shrugging it off and visually checking no lace can be seen poking out of my jeans.
The paranoia wears off by the time we are at the bar and a weird sensation of relief starts to blow over me. I walk to the table and can feel every little movement of the lace against my skin. I feel immense. My cock is engorged but not enough to show. Just enough to make me feel so very horny. I sit down with Emmy and we start to chat about anything but her now Ex- Boyfriend. I struggle to concentrate as I start relishing my new confidence in wearing lace. In my mind my jeans have dissapeared and I am just sitting there with my cock bound in lace, and it looks glorious.
A few drinks later and we are both getting visibly more giggly so we decide to move to a darker, more private part of the pub. Emmy sits down next to me and I start to feel an urge from within. Her closeness has spurred a furnace in me to ignite and I can feel my attraction toward Emmy grow hotter. You see, we dated once in our teens but we never fooled around much. I always felt like a bit of a prude, when deep inside I had wanted to just rip her clothes off and fuck her so much, but I never made a move.
I go and get a round of drinks in and dart to the toilet before returning to the table. I use a stall, just so no-one sees what I am wearing. Oh my, it feels so good as I reach down into my crotch and I take a moment to feel my throbbing cock through the lace pattern. When I return I feel like I have got a full on erection and try to just ignore it in the vain hope it would subside. I was wrong.
"Ahem, what are you smuggling?" Emmy says with a wry smile as I place our drinks on the table. A hot flush instantly washes over me. I know what she is talking about but I still say "I'm sorry, what's that?" as I sit back down next to her.
"Your cock, it looks massive in those Jeans! What did you do, or rather, who did you do while you were gone?" Emmy says. The brazen nature of the comment has me fighting for words. All I can utter is "shhh".
"Don't worry, no-one can hear us over hear, or let alone see your massive boner!" Emmy giggles.
"I am sorry, Emmy, you know what it's like with us men, out us on a Bus and the ride alone will give us a boner!" I say as I tuck my cock accross my groin and pull my jumper forward to cover it up. You see now that there is where I think I gave the game away. As I pulled my jumper forward and rolled my ass back on the bench awkwardly hiding my erection I exposed the lower part of my back, and my lace panties.
"Oh Humph! I DO like your panties!" Emmy exclaimed. Oh fuck, oh fuck, my heart actually skipped a beat.
"Emmy, look, I can explain..." I start to talk but Emmy puts her finger to my lips and says "Hey, I'm not going to judge you Humphry. I just want a closer look!" Emmy smiles as she leans behind me and pulls my Jeans open to expose the top back of my Lace underwear. "Humph, you kinky little devil" Emmy now relishing the instant power she has over me. I can feel it. I can't stop her from looking, I know her. Nothing is stopping her from shouting it out to the whole Pub. "I actually find it quite sexy, seeing a man wearing hot panties. And in ahocking blue too!" I can feel Emmy's cool hand slide down the back of my Jeans over the top of the lace that is binding my arse. I shoot her a look and she leans forward and whispers in my ear "This feels nice Humph. Your ass feels fucking hot in Lace." Her hands slide all over the back of my ass slowly, I close my eyes to really concentrate on how it feels. My cock is now fighting against the front of my panties and is lurching up and down as if gasping for air. "Lean forward my little panty wearing slut" Emmy says in a low sultry tone. I don't know if it's the drink talking but I have never heard Emmy talk like this before. For the briefest of moments the whole pub comes back into focus as I look around hurridly to see if anyone is looking. No-one can see us. I lean forward as instructed and I can feel Emmys cool hand trace accross my exposed cheeks and her finger starts tracing a line down the Lace where it meets my skin. Her hand is now fully down the back of my Jeans and I pop the top button to give her some room. As soon as my Jeans loosen I can feel her fingers run under the lace and down to my asshole, my hot quivering asshole. "Do you like that" Emmy whispers to me. "Uhh- hmm" Is all I can respond as I lean forward even more in submission, elbows on the table. I close my eyes again and feel my heart racing. I try and relax my muscles as much as I can as I feel her cold finger now pressing on my hot asshole. She runs her fingers up and down the crack of my ass where it is all hot and sweaty. She is lubricating her finger ready for penetrating my sphincter. Her finger returns to my pulsationg hole. As her finger now slides in to my asshole she whispers "I am going to fuck your hot ass with my finger" which made me tense up a little and I could feel my anus fighting her finger as it pushes on in to me. "Oh fuck your hole feels so tight and fuckable!" Emmy says to me, panting. Her panting now matches my panting. Emmy is getting just as turned on as I am. Her hand rocks back and forth allowing her finger to move in and out of my ass with quickening pace. I can feel myself rocking forward and back over my elbows as my asshole gets a fucking from Emmy's finger. This is the first time my ass has had a fucking from someone else. Before it had always been me toying with myself but this time, I am not controlling how fast, how slow, how hard, how soft it is. My asshole is at the mercy of this woman and her wonderful fingers. I say fingers because now there are 2 fucking my hole and I can feel a wave of pre-orgasm wash over me and I instinctivly reach down to my cock and as I grab hold of it through my Jeans I feel Emmy's hand on top of mine. "Let him go" Emmy says cheekily "I want him". Emmy's hand is how gently tugging at my cock through my jeans and I can feel the lace move up and over the head. It feels wonderful and already wet with pre-cum. Emmy looks down at my crotch and says "You haven't cum have you?" I look down and see a dark patch starting to show through my light jeans. "No, that's pre- cum" I say as I start to rock back and forth on her fingers deep within my ass. "I can't wait to see how wet you'll get when you do cum then. I want to feel you fill your lace panties with your hot cum." As if by command I start to writhe uncontrollably as stream after stream of hot cum starts spurting out into my tightly packed crotch. My asshole grabs hold of her fingers repeatedly as I am spunking myself. A bead of cum rolls down the inside of my crotch round past my balls and coats the outside of her fingers that are slowly being removed from my asshole. She takes a moment to massage the cum into my asshole like she was applying an ointment. "You came a lot Humph!" "Fucking hell!".
"Oh my fucking god Emmy." Is all I could muster. I look at her in the eyes. She smiles at me and giggles as if she has just done something naughty. She had, my god she had. But she hadn't finished. She looks me back in the eyes and says "Cover yourself up, were walking out of here so we can go back to yours and I can take a closer look at the mess you made of your beautiful panties"
