“Dave, can I talk to you about something personal? Rita asked as I unlocked the entrance door and we went into the apartment.
“Well that depends on what it is,” I replied. “Because we are working and I don’t really think that we should be discussing our personal lives during our working day. It’s probably something that’s better off being discussed when we have finished work.”
“I suppose so. Yes you’re right of course,” Rita admitted. “It’s just that as we’re not in the office, I thought it would be ok.”
We were in the apartment that for a number of years the company had owned and had used for hospitality when visitors were meeting senior staff at our offices and needed to stay over for a while. The company was changing with the times and one of the things that were changing with it, was the disposal of some of its property including this apartment.
“Well, we’re only going to take about an hour to do this, and I had already planned on us both going home afterwards, so we could stay on a bit and have a coffee and a chat about what’s on your mind then if you like.”
I had joined the company three years previously as properties manager, and as such, I was responsible for getting this place ready for the sale. This meant making an inventory of the contents and writing up a full report on the condition of the property and services. Rita was my secretary and I had brought her along to make notes on all of my findings.
Rita had worked for the company since she left school at seventeen, ten years previously. She’d been married for five of those years and had no children.
We got the work finished in a little under an hour, and by three in the afternoon, we were sitting in the living room, each in an armchair, gazing out of the patio doors at the sea and drinking coffee. I realized on reflection, that I had never really ever chatted with Rita about anything other than our work since I had begun working with her.
“So, we are now ‘out of the office’ and into our own personal time. What is it you wanted to talk to me about?” I asked Rita. “We’ve got plenty of time if we need it.”
“Right then, here goes,” She replied. “Thing is, I … Um … Well it’s about my husband. The other day … I got home from work and he was um … Oh I really don’t know if I can tell you this.”
“Look, you can tell me anything in confidence. I won’t tell a sole, and if it helps you with whatever it is, then please tell me and I will listen. Anyway you’re leaving the company at the end of next week, moving away. Once you’re in Cornwall, I doubt that we’ll ever cross paths again. I’m away visiting branch offices for most of next week, so we will only have one more day or so in the office together.”
“Ok. Thanks. You’re right. Well, the thing is, when I got home I could hear my husband making noises in our bedroom … Sort of grunting and moaning. I thought he had a woman in there. I crept along the hall and threw the bedroom door open. He was … Um …” She began, and then went quiet.
“Come on. Just tell me. I’m sure it can’t be that bad,” I coaxed. “Was it another woman?
“No it wasn’t. It was worse than that. He … He was lying on our bed and … Well, he was masturbating.”
“But that’s not a big deal, all men masturbate sometimes.” I told her. “Even me.”
“I know that men do it, but he was … Well he was … Wearing a pair of my knickers. And even worse, He was just starting to … You know … ejaculate in them when I walked in. I was rigid, welded to the spot and couldn’t help staring at the wet patch growing in the front of them. My knickers. I’d just stood and watched him cum in them. Gross.”
“That must have been a bit of a shock for you, but it’s just a fetish,” I explained. “Lots of men do that. I mean, most men and women have some sort of fetish.”
“Yes I know other men do that too, but it was a bit of a shock, walking in on him and finding out that he was one of those men.”
“I can understand that. Did you talk to him about it? That would help. Maybe you and he could come to an arrangement, an agreement of some sort, set some rules, because to be honest, I doubt that it will go away. It very rarely does.”
“No I didn’t. I was too embarrassed. Neither of us mentioned it afterwards. Look,” she went on to say. “I did talk about the panty thing to somebody else. It was quite a few years ago now. Long before I knew my husband was into it of course.”
“And what did she say?” I asked.”
“It was a he actually. It was … Um … Your brother Jim.”
“Jim! How do you know Jim?”
“Well, he was my next door neighbour at the time. Before I moved out to the village. Anyway, what happened was that I was round at your brother’s house with my husband. Your sister-in-law was there too and we were all drinking a fair bit. The subject got around to sex and very soon we were all having a laugh talking about what we had got up to in the past. Your brother confessed to stealing knickers from washing lines and somehow your name cropped up. He told me that he caught you once or twice, masturbating in knickers. He said he walked in on you once and all you had on were a pair of your sister’s knickers.”
“Oh. That is so embarrassing. I didn’t have a clue that you even knew my brother. You’ve never mentioned it in all the time we’ve worked together, and my brother has never said anything either. I thought that was a secret from the past, never to surface again. What do you think about that now that you know that your husband does it as well? I asked.
“The truth?”
“Yes the truth.”
“Well Actually, I think I could get used to my husband’s … Um … Habit.As a matter of fact, I have wondered how I could sort of get him to do something with knickers when we … You know … Have sex. And for some reason, I’ve often thought about you in knickers since we started working together. Your brother’s revelation had me thinking about men in knickers ever since he told me. The thought of you wearing them actually … Um … Turns me on. I imagine what your bum would look like in them. I daydream about it; thinking about what it would look like, feel like, to touch you in them.” She said.
You, I think, are attracted to men’s bums anyway. You are always touching my bum whenever you get the chance.”
“It’s only your bum that I touch. Nobody else’s, not even my husband’s. You’ve got a very sexy bum.”
“Well that’s a fetish in itself – a bum fetish. And are you saying that you would like my bum even more if it was in a pair of women’s knickers? It could easily be arranged if you want. And if you want the truth, I still masturbate in panties. I’ve got my own collection of them. I put them on and I masturbate in them. I do exactly what you saw your husband doing. I’ve done for all of my adult life. Actually, I often fantasize about you in yours when I do.”
“Oh don’t. I’m beginning to get … Well … Damp. You know … down there. As I said, I always get turned on a bit at the thought of you in knickers. I can’t help it.”
“And what would you say if I told you that I have got a pair of women’s knickers in my brief-case.”
“Really! Why have you got those with you?”
“Ok. Here’s the truth. I had planned to stay here for a while after you had gone home.”
“To Masturbate? With the knickers?
“Yes. I was intending to have a leisurely hour or so. I like to strip right off and put a pair of knickers on to masturbate in peace and quiet, take my time. I’ve used this place many times to get a bit of privacy. It’s a bit tricky at home. My wife does know about it but she likes me to keep it to myself. She’s made it clear that it must stay my private thing and only do it when she is not around, which isn’t very often. She wants no part of it.”
“Will you put them on for me to see now?”
“If that’s what you want. Look, I’ll tell you what I would really like. I’ll put them on and you strip down to yours. How about that?”
“Ok then. But we mustn’t let things go too far. I mean, I know you are going to get … Um … You know … Stiff, and I’m already damp, well wet actually, but we’re both married so I don’t think we should actually … Well … have sex.”
“I’m already stiff but of course we shouldn’t have full sex. I will need to do something to get rid of this problem though. Look, let me just get into my knickers, you strip down to yours and then see where it takes us. I can think of a few things we can do.”
I went off into the bedroom to get undressed and put the pair of knickers on while Rita stripped down to hers.
“Ok, you can come in now,” I called out to her. “I’m ready”
Rita walked into the bedroom in just her knickers. As I gazed at her very sexy body my erection hardened fully in the pink cotton knickers I had on. Rita’s knickers were white cotton full cut style with lacy edges, and I could see that a damp patch was beginning to show at the front of the crutch panel. I looked at her tits and saw that her nipples had hardened and were really sticking out.
“Wow!” She remarked. “You are huge. I wish I could have it inside me after all. It looks at least twice the size of my husband’s, and I bet when you cum, there’s loads of it, and if you were to cum inside me …”
“If we did do it,” I replied. “I’m sure you’d regret it afterwards. Let’s just mess around. Bring each other off some other way. Look, I’ll tell you what, I’ll sort you out first. Lie on the bed, raise your knees, and open your legs. I’m going to go down on you. Does your husband do that to you?"
“No. But I know what it is I think. All I do with my husband is straight sex, him on top doing all the work. Sometimes I manage to orgasm, but he usually finishes too soon. And he’s not that big … You know … Down there. I haven’t actually had an orgasm for months, well not with him. I have to masturbate to get a bit of relief sometimes.”
“Sounds like you’re ready for a bit of real fun then. I haven’t cum for more than a week either; I’ve been so busy with work. I’m used to doing it three or four times a week so I’m pretty full.”
Rita got ready. I knelt on the bed, leaned forward and pulled her soaked panties to one side. I rubbed her a bit, found her clitoris, and gently massaged it until her juices began to flow even more than they had already been doing. Then I positioned my face between her thighs and began to lick her, first gently and then a little harder and faster. I began licking and sucking her clitoris. It wasn’t very long before she was moaning and writhing.
“I’m going to cum! Aaah! Aaah! Oooh! That’s it! That’s it! I’m there!” she cried.
She stopped moving and lay quite still panting. I got up and sat next to her on the bed. My erection was throbbing now and pre-cum had begun to make a small damp patch in the front of my knickers.
“Wow, that was incredible,” She announced once she had got her breath back. “What shall I do for you?”
“I think I’ve changed my mind. I’d like to **** you after all. Is that ok?”
“Yes. Do it. The way I feel now you can do whatever you want. I really want to feel that huge prick inside me. I want you to pump your cum into me.”
As she lay on her back with her legs wide open, I pulled the crutch of her knickers to one side again, got in position between her legs and, pulling the front of my knickers down to release my prick, slowly inserted it into her all the way. She gasped loudly. She felt so wet and warm.
“Oh god, you feel huge. I’ve never felt anything like it,” She remarked. “Now **** me hard. I want you to really **** me and I want to feel your stuff spurting into me”
I began to pump in and out of her. Slowly at first with short strokes, then building up speed and using my entire length, withdrawing almost completely and then thrusting myself right into her up to the hilt. She felt so good, so much tighter and juicier than my wife. All the time I was ****ing her she was massaging my bum through my knickers. It felt so good. I was determined to hold back my climax as I had something else that I wanted to do.
“Oh ****! Oh! Oh! I’m going to cum again,” she cried.
Then she was over the top, crying out and thrashing her head from side to side until finally she was still. I pulled my prick out of her and knelt up, gazing down at her panty clad body.
“You didn’t cum in me,” she panted. “Why not? I thought you said you really need to cum?”
“Oh yes, I need to cum, but I want to do something else,” I explained.
I instructed her to lay on her front and I straddled her thighs so that my erection was now pressing on her panty clad bum. I had one hand pressing it down on her bum crack and began slowly moving it back and forth. It felt incredible.
“Are you going to try to put it in my bottom?” Rita asked, a bit worried. “Because I don’t think it will fit.”
“No, I’m going to cum on your knickers like this.” I explained.
“Ok, but you can put it inside my knickers and cum in them if you want to.”
I told her that I was ok as I was and carried on moving my erection back and forth against her knickers, pressing it lightly with my hand. Then I swung my leg over and got to her side. I eased her legs apart, knelt between them and pressed my hardness against her knickers between her legs. I began masturbating, slowly at first and then I felt myself approaching my climax, so I slowed down. I pressed harder against her and knew I had to cum soon. I pulled her knickers to one side and pushed just the tip of my prick into her bum.
“Oooh! That feels good, she whispered. But don’t put it right in.”
“No it’s ok,” I reassured her. “I won’t do that, I’m going to cum just inside you. “I masturbated with my hand for a minute or so and I was there. As I spurted, my cum pumped into her, jet after jet of the stuff. I pulled out of her bum, carried on masturbating and the last few spurts of my cum pumped out onto her knickers. I was spent. As I looked down at her, I watched my stuff trickling out of her bum. I was still hard. I wanted to **** her again, I decided. I told her to turn over which she did, and then I pulled her knickers down and off over her ankles. I parted her legs gently, instructed her to raise her knees, got into position and inserted my full length into her soaking wet ****. I pumped in and out only a couple of times before I ejaculated inside her.
“Wow, I didn’t know all that stuff existed. I should try to teach my husband some of those tricks,” she told me.
“Yes you should. See if you can get him to wear knickers while you have sex. That would be a good start. Anyway in the meantime, we had better get dressed and get off home it’s already nearly five.” I suggested.
“Oh, if you say so,” she replied, sounding a little disappointed. “I don’t suppose we can do something next Friday can we? It will be my last day after all and then I will be gone.”
“We might be able to manage it I suppose. Let’s see what we can work out when I get back to the office Friday morning.”
“I’ll look forward to it.”
“I was just thinking,” I said. “Your knickers are soaked. You can’t really wear those to drive home in. How about you wear mine instead?
“Oh, can I? I’d love to feel them against me after they’ve been next to your bum.”
We got dressed, her with my knickers on and me with none. I found a plastic bag in the kitchen and put her soaked knickers in it before putting them in my briefcase.
“Do you want these knickers back?” I asked Rita, “Or can I keep them as a reminder of you once you are gone?”
“No, you keep them,” she replied. “And I’d like to keep this pair of yours if that’s ok.”
“Yes of course you can,” I told her.
Once we were both dressed, we straightened up the bed, I locked up the place and we both went off home in our separate cars. I drove the seven miles home full of thoughts about what we had done and what we might do the following Friday.
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Authors note.
The story that you have just read is a true story. You haven’t missed anything at the end because the second session never did happen due to me having to re-schedule my work. I never saw or spoke to Rita again, and can only hope that what she experienced with me helped her in some way to develop her sex life with her husband and to better understand his panty fetish.
