Panties For Men

So what does going to the beach have to do with panties?  Plenty.

Yesterday I went to my favorite secluded beach for a little sun and swim.  I spread my beach blanket out on the edge of a grassy area and laid down on my back to soak up some rays for perhaps ½ hour before going in the lake for a swim.  About 5 minutes later, a young woman came, wearing sandals, a skirt and a bikini top.  She set her stuff down near me.  While standing on her blanket, she reached up her skirt and grabbed her panties, allowing them to fall to the ground covering her feet.  She reached into her beach bag and grabbed her bikini bottoms, stepping out of her panties and sliding the bikini up her legs.  She then put the rolled up panties together with her skirt into her beach bag.

Seeing her panties fall down her legs was so ‘hot’ that I started to grow a boner.  There was nothing special about the panties, just Hanes brand pink nylon hi-cut briefs with a little faux pink lace trim around the leg openings and waist.  To hide my boner, I rolled over onto my tummy.  My joy stick kept growing as I lay there with my eyes closed, visualizing myself with my head between her feet and looking up at her as her panties fell down and covered my face.  Finally I couldn’t take it any longer.  I thought of jumping in the water to cool things down, but decided against that, thinking that the boner would come back once I was back up on shore. The only thing left to do was to scamper into some nearby woods where I’d have enough privacy to ‘take care of things’.

When I returned, she said to me: “I was afraid you had left and forgot your stuff here.  Good thing you came back to get it.”  I said while half-heartedly snickering: “Yeah, right”.  She then said: “I wasn’t born yesterday.  I saw the bulge in front of your bikini, your boy-stick was straining against the fabric like it wanted to tear a hole in it.  I also noticed that you’d shrunk back to normal when you got back.  I know what you went into the woods for.  I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you all hot and bothered.  Was it something I did?”  I then ‘spilled the beans’, telling her everything about what had happened with me.  Just talking to her was so liberating.  I was no longer embarrassed by talking about sexual things with that total stranger. 

She said: “Well gee, it’s only underwear.  If my panties mean that much to you, you can keep them.  I have plenty more, I won’t miss one pair.’  So she reached in her bag and grabbed them.  She threw them at my face, so I started growing again.  She noticed that and said: “I think it’s time for another trip into the woods for you”.  I took her up on her suggestion.  When I returned she was gone.

When I got home, I tried my “new” panties on.  They fit pretty well.  My wife noticed and said:  “Oh such pretty panties.  I’ve never seen those before”.  I snickered under my breath and headed to the bathroom for a shower.  That’s one pair of panties that won’t see the Biz bag for a very long while.