Panties For Men

    This account is a follow-up to an earlier post titled “Lovin’ those shorts” in the forum “Favorite fabric” under “Panty subjects”.

    I regularly share/swap panties with Dee-Dee, my next door neighbor.  I call her “Deeds” as a nick-name.  Our sharing/swapping works well since we both wear the same panty size (size 7).  This happens much to the chagrin of Brad, her live-in BF.  He resents her flirting (I must say I agree with him, as I wouldn’t want my wife carrying on like Deeds does either).  Deeds insists that since God made us capable of flirting, we should therefore do it.  She tells him that every hot woman needs to have a male “panty slave” to be at her “beck and call”.  Because he refuses to wear hers or any other woman’s panties, the ‘honors’ go to me, since I’m the nearest neighbor who is a male panty wearer.

    My wife doesn't seem to mind, actually saying our panty sharing/swapping is 'cute' and further saying "Well, boys will be boys, I guess".  My wife says that most women don’t see anything sexual about panties, rather they’re ‘just underwear’, just another thing to put on when you get dressed in the morning.  Operative word here being “most women”, implying that there are some women who consider panties a sexual thing.  That is where Deeds comes in.  More about her in a little bit.

    One day last summer I was up on my roof, removing a large tree branch that had fallen there during a bad storm the night before.  I was wearing a yellow tank top with my little (12 inch) red plaid school girl skirt, the exact same skirt in my present-day avatar. (I do switch avatars once in a while, however.)  Under the skirt I was wearing bright yellow ‘cheeky’ nylon panties with tons of ruffles, both front and rear.

    Once I shut my noisy chainsaw off, I heard a loud wolf whistle.  The whistle actually came from Deeds, who was laying on her back deck soaking up some sun.  She yelled at me: “Hey, nice panties.  Now I need to borrow your binoculars.”  I yelled back: “No need for that, I’m coming down (from the roof) in a couple minutes.  After I got back on the ground, I walked over to the fence between our back yards, to start a conversation with her.  She said: “Well, don’t just stand there.  Hop over the fence, I want a closer look.”

    Once I was up on her deck, she lifted my skirt to admire my panties.  When she spun me around and lifted one side of my panties, she gave me a flirtsy little kiss on the right side of my booty, right above the crease where my cheek meets my thigh, all while saying that she wished she had panties like mine.  I said: “Well, I have more than one pair like this, so I’ll give you a pair”.  She thanked me and then said we could go inside (her house) and I could go through her panty drawer and pick out something for myself.  I said that I’d rather go through her laundry bag and pick out a dirty pair.  She agreed to that.  Before we went in, since her BF was gone, she made me promise that all I would do in her house was pick out a pair of her panties for myself.  I agreed.  That was the hardest promise in the whole world for me to keep, and I kept saying to myself the whole time:  “Don’t blow it now guy, this is your chance of a lifetime.”  I picked out a pair of her baby-blue shiny and slippery satin briefs with beige lace trim on the leg openings.  Those panties had a satin bow with 8-inch satin streamers on the back and a small (about the size of a penny) white rose applique on the front which rides right over my belly button.  So sexy, I sprout a boner every time I wear those panties or any other panties she’s given me since, because I fantasize that I’m “into her panties” in the usual meaning of that expression.

    After that, we went back out to her deck and enjoyed a couple chilled martinis which she had mixed earlier for ‘happy hour’.  We continued with more ‘panty talk’, eventually resulting in her lifting the back of her shorts, which had super large leg openings, to show her panties to me.  She was wearing red nylon T-backs. Without even asking my permission, she simply shoved her bare booty in my face.  She said “Since I snuck a peek at your panties, now you’re looking at mine.  Don’t be bashful now.  As long as you’re down there go ahead and kiss me the same way I kissed you.  You know you want to.”  She didn’t have to do much persuading.  Call me a hearse, I thought I had died and gone to heaven!  That playful little kiss on her booty turned into a very passionate kiss very fast.  It was the hottest kiss I’d given to anybody in a long time.  The bulge in the front of my skirt did not go unnoticed by her.  Deeds and I became ‘panty pals’ that day, and continue to trade panties back-and-forth several times a month.  So now I’m her panty slave and she’s my prick teaser.  Such a wild afternoon and the start of such a beautiful relationship.  I reciprocated later that same day by giving her the promised pair of yellow ruffled panties of mine.  She thanked me and then said: “Someday, I will model these for you”.  She eventually did a few days later, but that will be on a different post.

    So what did my wife think of all this?  She said: “You’re a changed man.  I love the new you.  Keep it up. You’re so very sexy and you make me so horny whenever you wear those special panties."

Bye now, and thanks for reading

XOXO, Linda