I had known John and his wife Eileen for a few years now. They lived quite near me and my wife. When they bought a second old French village house which they planned to renovate and rent out, I carried out the electrical installation for them.
The house was un-occupied but the previous owners had left a few items of furniture in it, and one of the bedrooms was fully furnished.
John was carrying out a lot of the work on the house himself so I worked alongside him off and on for four weeks.
I lived only fifteen minutes away so went home mostly for my lunch for an hour on the days that I was working.
Some days when John was not going to be working at the house, I would stay at lunchtime, have my sandwich and then make the most of the privacy, and masturbate before getting back to work. Although I could have my sessions at home I always seemed to be on edge and concerned that I may get caught by my wife Sandra. My reason for this was that I had a fetish for panties and always used them to masturbate with. I had my own collection of panties stashed away in a drawer in my workshop. Most of them had been my wife’s, but I had a few pairs that I stole from my sister-in-law when she visited. I would take a pair to work with me when I knew that I would be alone.
One particular Friday I decided to cut my lunch break short and return to work as there was a part of the installation that I wanted to complete.
The entrance to the house was on the middle floor of three floors and as I entered I could hear a steady but light grunting coming from a room at the back. I walked quietly to the room, where the door was partially open, and looked around the door.
John was standing with his trousers and underpants around his ankles and in front of him was one of those folding portable work benches. On the bench I saw that he had placed a pillow and the pillow was ‘wearing’ a pair of black cotton knickers. John was steadily masturbating with one hand on the base of his erection and rubbing up and down on the front of the knickers.
He looked up and panicked as he saw me standing there. As he tried to retrieve his clothing from around his ankles he swung around and faced the door, his erection standing straight out in front of him, the end glistening and a few drops of pre-cum leaking out.
I backed away from the doorway and into the hallway.
“John,” I called out. “No need to panic you know. We all masturbate.”
“But… Martin … You saw what I was doing,” John replied. “You saw… How I was doing it.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I responded. “Just get on and finish what you’re doing and forget that I’m here. I won’t take any notice, I’m off upstairs to carry on with my work. I’ve brought us a flask of coffee too. Come up and have a cup with me when you’re um… Finished.”
When I got back upstairs I could hear John rhythmically grunting and groaning in the room below. The sounds of John masturbating was turning me on and I began to get an erection. This was something new to me. I only ever got horny at the site or sounds of women before. I released my stiff prick from my clothing and began to masturbate steadily.
“Ah! … Ah! ... That’s it! ... I’m almost there! Aaahh!” John shouted as I stood in the room directly above him working myself towards the same end goal as him. I think that he’d got completely lost in the moment and had forgotten that I was upstairs.
“Here it comes. It’s on its way,” He went on. “I’m nearly there. Not much longer now.., I can’t hold it back Are you ready? I’m going to spurt it all on your knickers. Loads of it. I know you want it on your knickers, dirty bitch. I’ve been saving it all the time that you haven’t had sex with me. It’s going to soak through and get all over you. And then I’m going to take them off you and make you suck it all off the knickers. Ah! …Ah! No, I’m going to hang on a bit more. I want this to last. I’m going to slow down now… Ah! … Ah.”
I decided that I couldn’t listen to John from up here in this room any longer and needed to go and watch him. I removed my jeans and underpants completely and tip-toed silently down the stairs, hoping that I would be in time to see him cum and knew that it would make me cum myself while I watched. As I went I continued to gently stroke myself. By the time I was standing outside the door watching John, I had almost reached my point of no return. I started to rub myself harder and faster.
There was silence for a few seconds, and then - “Aahhh! Aahh! ****! Ohh! That’s it!” announced John. “I’m there now! Can you feel it pumping onto your panties? Aahh! ****ing hell it’s gushing out. Loads of it.”
As he ejaculated onto the Knickers, I reached my own orgasm, my knees becoming week and almost buckling beneath me as my cum jetted out and splashed onto my trainers and the floor in front of me. I sneaked back upstairs and had just managed to get tidied up and dressed when John came up the stairs and into the room that I had returned to. He looked worried as he stood in the doorway.
“Feeling better now?” I asked him. “It sounded like I didn’t put you off your stroke.”
“****ing hell,” he said. You heard all that didn’t you?”
“I couldn’t help but hear you really could I? Actually, I’ve got a confession to make. I came back down and watched you from outside the door while you finished. I got a bit carried away and gave myself a hand job while I watched. I actually ejaculated at the same time as you.”
“I see. Is that what you get off on? Watching other men wank? Or is it a panty thing?”
“I was going to tell you John. I do it with panties sometimes too. Well quite often. I’ve never watched another man before though. Ever.”
“Oh, I see. I guess that’s all right then. Look, you won’t say anything to anyone will you? I mean no-one. If Eileen gets to know what I do, she’ll kill me. Well probably not kill me, but she would certainly make my life very difficult.”
“No of course I won’t say a word. What you do in private is up to you. Nothing to do with anyone else is it. You were shouting a bit by the way.”
“Was I? Sorry I didn’t mean to. But tell me, do you think I’m weird… You know, doing it like that?”
“No not at all. We all have our ways of getting off. And using panties, well it’s not that unusual actually. As I just told you, I like panties too. I use them … well … Like you do quite often.”
“Oh. I thought it was something that only I did. I try to keep it to myself. But you were back early. Normally on Fridays I…”
“I told you John. It’s OK. Just one question though. Who’s are they?”
“You mean the… The knickers.”
“Yes of course I mean the knickers. Where did you get them?”
“I borrowed them from Eileen’s drawer. I suppose I’ll have to wash and dry them somehow and put them back. I don’t usually… Well… You know… Cum on them. I usually pull away in time, and then take them back home and put them back. This time I just couldn’t help myself. I made them a bit messy. Oh hell, this is crazy. I just can’t help it. I love knickers. And I haven’t had sex with Eileen for ages. She seems to have given up. She leaves her clean knickers lying about the bedroom too. I think she does it on purpose to taunt me, and I suspect that she’s worked out that I steal them and use them. Actually, between you and me, I’ve got quite a few more pairs stashed away, all hers of course, and all clean. In fact I don’t know why I still borrow them from her drawer at home. If I use the other ones that I’ve got, I can cum on them as much as I like. They were hers anyway but she started buying larger ones as she put on weight a while back. She was going to throw the older ones out so I managed to grab the bag she had put them all in, and hid them in my shed. Then when I started working on this place, I brought them here.”
“Let’s forget all about it for now, have this coffee and then get on with some work shall we?
“OK. You’re nearly finished aren’t you? What do you think, a few more days?
“All things being equal, I will be back next Monday and finished by Wednesday. Then you will have the place to yourself,” I replied. “You can do what you want then.”
“I don’t do it all the time you know,” John replied, a bit indignantly. “I only do it on Fridays sometimes… OK. I do it every Friday. I get a bit of work done first and then I make it my once a week lunchtime treat. It’s the only relief I get. Before we bought this place, I did at home in my workshop, but somehow I could never relax the same there. Eileen goes out with a walking group every Friday and they have lunch out together normally. They never get back until three so I know she won’t catch me at it. Now you know.”
“And no sex with Eileen you say?”
“No. Not for over two years. But I don’t want to talk about that.”
We got back to our work and neither of us spoke about it again for the rest of the afternoon.
The following week I worked on Monday and Tuesday and got the job finished. On Wednesday morning I went back just to a final check. I knew that John wouldn’t be there as he had told me that he and Eileen were going off out for the day to look at kitchens, so I knew that I would have plenty of time to relax and could masturbate at my leisure. I would, I decided, even have time to strip off and wear a pair of panties while I pleasured myself, instead of the hasty sessions I had had up to now, where I would just undo my jeans, pull out my erection, and masturbate into a pair of panties. I wondered if he had left any evidence of his activities around the place. I headed straight to the bedroom on the top floor where there was the old bed and a small chest of drawers. The bed had a mattress on it covered by a soft, clean bed cover. There were also a couple of pillows. I had never thought to look in the drawers before, presuming them to be empty. Now, with my dick beginning to twitch in anticipation, I went to the chest and opened the bottom drawer. In it were two pairs of cum stained knickers. I shuddered and quickly shut the drawer then went to the top drawer instead. Bingo! There were about a dozen pairs of panties, and although I had plenty of my own, I always got an extra kick when I used someone else’s. There were a couple of pairs of cotton full-cut knickers, one white and the other navy blue. The others were all thin and lacey sexy little panties. My erection was beginning to form fully as I examined each pair in turn. They all appeared to be fresh and clean, and I selected a black lacey black pair, took them out and laid them on the bed. They looked about my size. I took off my jeans and underpants, sat on the edge of the bed and put on the panties. They came up to my waist and were big enough to hold my hard dick. I lay back on the bed and stroked myself steadily to a climax while fantasizing about Eileen knowing that she must be the owner of the panties I was about to ejaculate in. I did not rush, but took it slowly and a couple of times when I almost reached the point of no return, I stopped and relaxed for a while. After three or four times of stopping and starting, I took myself over the top and pumped my cum into the front of the panties watching as it soaked through the flimsy material. I laid on the bed, gently stroking my softening dick through the cum soaked panties. I got off the bed after a while and took the panties off. After cleaning myself up on them I got dressed. I carefully folded the panties up so that the wettest part was enclosed, then stuffed them in my pocket. Then I changed my mind, took them back out of my pocket and put them in the drawer with the other two soiled pairs. I was keen to see if John commented on them.
I decided to call in on John on the Friday lunchtime to see if he was at it, as he had said that Friday’s was when he masturbated. Almost as an afterthought, I put on a pair of pink cotton full-cut knickers from my collection, not knowing what might happen but rather hoping something would.
As I walked to the front of the house, I glanced up to the top floor and saw that the shutters were closed across the only window on that floor. They had always been open up until now.
‘BINGO!’ I said to myself, ‘John must be at it up in the bedroom.’
I went in and tiptoed quietly up the stairs. As I got to the top I could see into the bedroom. John was lying on the bed wearing a pair of white cotton knickers and nothing else. His eyes were closed and I stood for a few moments watching him rubbing himself through the knickers. As I watched, I began to get hard. I couldn’t help what happened next. I moved away from the bedroom door and took off my jeans. My erection sprang out in in the panties that I had on. I moved back to the doorway so that I could watch John again, and began to stroke myself.
‘Oh **** this,’ I told myself, ‘I’m going in there.’
I walked straight into the bedroom and climbed on the bed. John opened his eyes and I could see the panic in them.
“Oh ****,” he said. “It’s you. I thought for a moment Eileen had sneaked up on me. What do you want?”
“The same as you John,” I told him. “A bit of relief.”
“Oh, I see. He Replied. “And how are you going to get it … Oh you’re wearing knickers?”
I told him that all I wanted was to do what he was doing. I instructed him to open his legs so that I could kneel between his thighs. Once I was in position I began to rub his prick through the knickers that he had on. I took his hand and put it on mine and instructed him to masturbate me through mine. We pleasured each other this way for a good five minutes until I felt that I was soon going to cum. I stopped rubbing him and moved his hand away from me. Then I got a bit closer to him, pulled down my knickers a little bit, releasing my erection, and pressed it onto his knickers so that it was alongside his with the cotton fabric of the knickers between our erections. I pressed a hand over both of our hard pricks and rubbed back and forth. We both ejaculated more or less at the same time. His cum spurted on the inside of the knickers. As it began to soak through, mine pumped out onto the knickers and mixed with his. We both produced large amounts of our stuff.
I climbed off the bed, not believing what I had just done. John was lying back on the bed with his eyes closed.
“I just had to do that John,” I admitted to him. “Believe it or not, I’ve never done anything like it before.”
“I believe you,” John replied, “but I bet you wouldn’t say no to doing it again some time.”
“I wouldn’t mind giving it a go,” I said. “Um … I don’t suppose you fancy swapping a pair of mine for a pair of yours do you?”
“Well ok. I’d love to. Over in that top drawer you will find a few pairs. Take your pick,” John replied.”
“And they’re all Eileen’s you said?
“All of them. All clean and ready to use. When can you get me a pair? John asked me keenly.
“Well actually, I’ve got a clean pair of cotton knickers with me. They’re in a bag in my toolbox.”
“Are they a pair of Sandra’s?”
“No, they’re a pair I stole them from Paula when she was staying with us. I expect you remember my sister-in-law Paula. You met her once or twice.”
“I do. Actually I fantasized about her a couple of times after I met her. I put on a pair of little panties and pretended they were hers.”
“Well there you go then. Now you can put on the real things.”
