Panties For Men

Yesterday morning I stepped into a very ordinary pair of panties, Hanes hi-cut white nylon briefs.  You know, the ones with the fake lace trim around the leg and waist openings.  We all probably have them, or some variation of them.  Many consider them the ‘tighty whities’ of the female panty world, nothing special, just underwear.  I finished off with a pair of tight-fitting white pants made of extremely thin clingy material.  I looked at myself in the mirror before I left.  Since the pants had no back pockets, an uninterrupted view of my panties was plainly visible, including the fake lace on the leg openings.  Very sexy, and a bit slutty, but hey that’s just me. 

Off to the store I went.  Pushing my shopping cart along the aisles, I began rolling my hips flirtatiously as I walked, and feeling very sexy as I did.  I started to grow a bit of a bone, not a total one, but rather just a half-hard one.  It was plainly visible from the front, but I didn’t even care, I just felt so sexy that nothing else mattered.

Between raucous wolf whistles from a few women, employees as well as customers, I heard a familiar female voice call to me:  “Hey you, panty boy, what’s up?”  It was the voice of Libby, my favorite cashier there.  She always calls me panty boy, and we have panty talk quite often back in the break room.  I try and make it to the store when her morning or afternoon breaks happen, so we can go back there and chat.  Sometimes I show up at lunch hour so we can go to a local restaurant and have more panty talk over lunch. 

Anyway, she was stocking shelves that day instead of cashiering.  When I got closer, she said:  “It’s obvious what’s up.  What I really mean is: What’s up besides the big bulge in the front of your pants?”  Of course that remark made me grow a bit more.  She then said: “Hey, come here, I gotta check you out.”  She grabbed me by my hips and pulled me toward her. She fondled my butt, pausing to trace the outline of my panties with one of her fingers.  That was so hot that I squirted a shot of pre-cum.  She noticed the wet spot on the front of my pants and said:  “Oh my, look what we have here!  I’ll need to take you to the back room where we can take care of things.” After we got there, she dropped my trousers and slid my panties down to my knees and began passionately kissing my throbbing joystick.  She kept kissing and licking and finally sucking on me.  She also fondled my ‘rocks’ while I was pumping, making sure that I was like Maxwell House coffee, 'good to the very last drop'.  When I said that I was cumming, I expected her to come off of me, so I could spray her face.  But instead she moaned with delight and pulled me in very deep as I shot a massive load which she eagerly swallowed.  She later confided in me that she was addicted to swallowing and had to have a big load shot down her throat every day, just to make her tummy warm and cozy and make her panties sopping wet.  So I asked her: “What about your boyfriend?”  She replied that he was on the road a lot and therefor couldn’t ‘feed’ her every day like she desperately craved.

Lesson learned?  You never know what the day will bring when you leave the house and venture out in public.