Panties For Men

I needed to figure a way to see Roger more than just after class, when the girls would be wondering where I was and why I had to see the counselors so much.  I decided that the free “learn an instrument” activities offered in the Fine Arts building would be a good cover.  I told the girls I was going to go and see what instruments they had and maybe I would see what I could learn. 

Monday morning, I slipped a hastily written note to Roger into my homework papers. I explained I had to see him Tuesday night and if he could find a way to make it to the FA building about 7pm, I’d be waiting for him.  I had dug around in Elaine’s dresser to find a cute pair of panties earlier, to wear to my meeting.  I found a pair of cotton bikini’s that were striped in red, orange, yellow and white. I slipped them on and quickly pulled on my new skirt from Elisa.  I pulled the top on without a bra and grabbed my wedge heels.  Elaine came out of the bathroom and wished me well saying “Have fun and learn something new!”  I told her I would try and that she didn’t need to wait up for me.  I walked the 10 minutes to the FA center and stepped inside the door.  I watched and then right about 7, Roger pulled up in his silver Mustang.  It was a great looking car.  Black and orange on silver.  It was a few years old but still in really nice shape.  I looked around and when there was no one there to see me, I jumped in his car and off we went.  We left campus which was against the rules but then me being in an instructor’s car was against the rules too.

We drove off campus and ended up at Roger’s apartment.  He walked around and opened my door for me and escorted me up the steps to his upper-level apartment.  He unlocked the door and we stepped inside.  I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him.  I had missed being with him, even though I loved laying with Elisa and Elaine.  He smelled really good and he grabbed me, lifting me up to where I could wrap my legs around his waist and he carried me to the dining room/kitchen and got a couple of cokes from the fridge.  He suggested we sit down on the couch and watch some tv.  I wasn’t having any of that.  I took a long drink on my coke and stood up saying “I want to see your bedroom.  I’ve seen your office where you work, I’ve seen your apartment where you live, now show me where you love.”  He walked me down the short hallway to his bedroom.  When he opened the door and turned on the light, I gasped, as I was startled at what I saw.

Instead of a manly looking room, there were no signs that a man or woman lived in this room at all.  It was rather stark except for the full-length mirrors on the closet doors.  I walked over and spun around in front of them asking “Do you think I’m pretty?  Do you like my outfit?”  Roger came over to me and said “Lucy, I’ve told you before I think you’re beautiful.”  I grabbed his shirt and started pulling it out of his waistband to take it off him and when I got it up to his chest, I saw he had a very lacy camisole like bralette on!  It was a pair of white lace triangles in front and a matching lace band around the back!  I quickly grabbed for his pants and undoing his belt and zipper, I yanked his slacks down.  In matching lace, he had a garter belt, clipped to stockings like my mom had worn years ago!  The biggest surprise was that his super hard ****, he tried to hide inside the white panties of mine, he kept from our time in the office!

He stepped out of his pants and tossing them on a chair he asked “What do you think?”  I just gasped because he was a man in girls’ underwear, more than just the flutter panties I had seen before.  He walked to the closet and opening it, reached down for a pair of white, open toe, high heels.  The heels looked to be about 4” which when he slid his feet into them, made him about a foot taller than me.  I didn’t know what to say or what to do but Roger did.

He took me by the hand and led me to the edge of the bed.  Crossing his legs towards me like any proper woman, he held my hands and said “I hope you can understand, why I love your slips and panties. I love all slips and panties and nylons and lace.”  He leaned over and started to softly kiss me.  Much like Elaine does.  I sighed and wrapped my arms around his neck. Again, his cologne was intoxicating but my head started reeling trying to process the masculine smell and the feminine look and touch. I moved my hand to his thighs and found his skin to be soft and smooth. No sign of stubble let along leg hair. Breaking free from our kissing he leaned back on his elbows on the bed and asked me “Are you okay with this?”  I nodded and mumbled that I was kind of confused but, not to worry. I didn’t have plans to run away.”  I was starting to get intrigued!

He pulled me on top of him and holding my ass in both hands, we kissed. I slid my legs down so that I was straddling him and he was able to see up my mid-riff shirt, my bare boobs.  His hands moved from my ass to my breasts, lifting my top.  I raised my arms and taking off my shirt, tossed it on the floor.  Roger kneaded my breasts and clamping his thumbs on my nipples, hardened them with his play. I leaned down to kiss him some more.  Roger took a firm hold of me and raised his pelvis giving me a bump in the ass.  I said I should take my skirt off and I promptly complied.  He had me spin around to show of the bikinis I was wearing.  They really felt kind of strange, being so used to briefs I wanted to keep pulling them up but they were all the way up.  Roger motioned me over to him and said, “Sit on my chest so I can look at your panties better.” I climbed up and he was able to trace the stripes with his fingers and his touch got my pussy going with its juicing.  I had a rapid gushing feeling as my lips suddenly felt soaked.  Roger saw my wetness and began running his fingers up my cunny lips that were being pressed against the wet cotton.  I climbed off and told him “I want to see you walk in those heels and show off your butt, in MY panties!”  He got off the bed, sauntered to the doorway and doing a great ballet spin, finished facing me with his legs crossed. He bent down and cupping his chest, he pouted at me and said, “I’ll bet your skirt would look good on me.  Can I try it on?” I nodded in agreement and he grabbed it, stepped in and pulled it up to his waist.  Wow! It DID look good on him!  I walked over and grabbing a couple of handfuls, pulled him closer for more kisses. He draped his arms over my shoulders and we began to make out.