Panties For Men

    As I was getting ready for work last Thursday, I decided to do something a little different.  Don’t get me wrong, I love all my Vanity Fair Ravs as well as Lace Noveaus, however I dipped into a different panty drawer and pulled out a pair of yellow nylon ‘petti-pants’.  They had ‘legs’ about 3-inch long (inseam) with 2-inch lace trim at the bottom.  The leg openings were very wide.  I looked so pretty and felt so pretty in those panties, watching them dance and flutter on my bootie as I danced in front of my full-length mirror. As I shook my hips, I felt so very sexy with my manhood bobbing up and down and swinging side to side, loosely being teased by smooth slippery nylon and lace.  I reached around back and slapped my booty a few times, causing my joy stick to stand at attention.

    After things cooled down a bit and I shrunk back to normal size, I finished getting dressed. I wore a matching yellow bra, and finished down under with matching yellow patent leather 3-inch heels and light tan thigh high nylon stockings.  I wore a yellow pleated skirt and a white blouse which had ¾ length sleeves and ruffles at the ends of the arms as well as around the collar.  The skirt was barely long enough to hide the darker brown band at the top of my stockings when I sat down.  

    Some people at work tried to do ‘panty peeks’ on me by dropping pencils or whatever in front of my desk as I sat there, and then crawling around under my desk to retrieve them.  (Maintenance dept. had removed the ‘modesty panel’ on the front of my desk a few weeks previous.)  I didn’t turn away or try and stop the peepers, rather I let them enjoy the view.  After all, I do aim to please.  Truth be told, I guess maybe I did provoke the peepers by squirming in my seat, causing my skirt to slide up a bit.  Linda, Linda, Linda, you can be such a little slut at times!  Shame on me, such a naughty girl!  I justified that by saying to myself: “Naughty girls do have more fun, don’t they?”  I walked around ‘half-****ed’ most of the day, but I think the pleats in my skirt hid my bulging joy stick pretty well.

    A co-worker said she totally enjoyed my wardrobe and wished every guy in the office would dress like me.  She liked it so much that she took me out to lunch at a very posh restaurant, so she could show me off to other patrons there.  Lunch hour turned out to be more like two hours, what with drinks and plenty of intimate conversation both before and after the food,.  Such an enjoyable time.  She treated me in every way like she was the man and I was the woman, even making an oblique reference to the fact that she had spent a lot of money on me and might want ‘a little something’ in return.

    I knew that sooner or later she’d ask me what I was wearing underneath my pretty little skirt, since I knew she had a ‘thing’ about cross dressers, especially their under garments.  Without even asking my permission, she flipped up my skirt while we were sitting in her car and talking about my wardrobe.   Of course I didn’t resist her, rather I let her have her way with me.  As I said earlier, I aim to please.  So that was the first time I got laid by such a wild woman in the back of an SUV.  Could anything be closer to Heaven than my “extended” lunch hour?  (So what's your extension?  No, I'm not talking about your phone number, ha, ha, ha.)

    I simply loved everything about my day. I never in my wildest dreams could have imagined what my day would turn into when I first stepped into those pretty yellow panties hours earlier.  The only casualty was a little makeup and perfume fragrance (hers or mine?) around the collar of my blouse.