[Str8][mF] Wearing Auntie’s Panties

I was supposed to be home alone that day.

At least that was the plan.

It was the break between college semesters and I was staying near the beach with my uncle and his girlfriend, Pam. The plan had originally been to come down with a pal and spend the week blowing off steam before classes started back. A supervised vacation in the eyes of my parents–one where I couldn’t get into too much trouble since there was adult supervision.

But at the last minute my friend had to back out. I could have just stayed home, but instead I was excited. This presented me a different type of opportunity. I packed up my suitcase with swim trunks, jeans, t-shirts…and a week’s worth of panties. Some of them were purchase, but most were secretly pilfered from ex-girlfriends and relatives. I could hardly contain my erection on the drive down wearing pink, nylon panties beneath my shorts. I planned on indulging myself all week with my little stash.

But that changed the first night.

Taking a shower I glanced in the laundry basket and caught a glimpse of Pam’s panties. It wasn’t a tiny, uncomfortable thong or boring white granny panties. They were black satin with a red rose pattern.

My first instinct was to snatch them, but I worried they’d be missed. So I ended up dressing in some shorts and pair of navy boy short panties that I’d brought with me–a pair that I’d originally slipped out of the drawer of my freshman girlfriend’s roommate. And thinking to myself I’d check out Pam’s drawer on Monday when they were at work.

By the time the weekend ended I could hardly contain myself. I ate breakfast with Pam and my uncle. Then I waited patiently for them to leave and let another hour pass to make sure nobody had to circle back for a forgotten briefcase or laptop. Time seemed to stop!

Finally, when I felt safe, I allowed myself to sneak into their room. I took off all my clothes first–the gym shorts I’d slept in and a pair of cheap, black panties I’d bought online. My hard cock led the way when I walked through the door.

The top drawer in their bureau was for Pam’s underwear. It looked like a bomb had gone off. The drawer was stuffed full and in disarray. There was everything one could want–thongs, boy shorts, bikinis. Every material and every color. Nice patterns. It was like she’d gone to the mall and robbed Victoria’ Secret…and then hit Frederick’s and all the department stores on her way out. I was paralyzed trying to decide what I wanted. And then I remembered I had all day. Or all week!

I pulled a pair off the top–VS Second Skin satin bikinis. They were mint green background with a floral background. I relished sliding them up my thighs. They were just a bit snug and the head of hard prick peaked out.

I strutted around the bedroom feeling great. I loved the way they felt. I liked the way I looked in the mirror. I was going to relax, but then decided to look in her other drawers.

The next drawer down was more intimates. Bras. Slips. Pantyhose. And stocking. It was the last one that got my attention. I grabbed a pair of black silky hose. The garter belts weren’t in the same drawer, but I found them in another one that contained her nightgowns and other lingerie. There wasn’t one to match the mint green of the panties, so I picked a white one.

My cock became impossibly hard. I went to the bathroom and looked in the hamper. It hadn’t been emptied yet, so I dug around and found the panties from the weekend–the black ones with the red roses.

I pulled down the panties I was wearing, wrapped the others around my prick, and started jacking off. I only wanted to stroke until I got close, but I couldn’t help myself. In less than two minutes I was erupting. My cum dripped onto the floor and filled Pam’s black panties. I nervously wiped away what I could and tucked them back in the hamper, assuming nobody would ever notice. And then I put up the other things, put on my trunks, and went to spend the day at the beach.

By mid-afternoon I felt like I was wasting the day. Not only could I have tried on more panties, I decided I was limiting myself. I wanted to go all the way in Pam’s things. It was an opportunity I didn’t get that often.

Tuesday morning was even more agonizing than Monday. I still waited an hour after they left, but it was excruciating.

I walked into the room naked again. There was a sexy, black silk dressing gown hanging on the door and I put it one while I rummaged around.

Pam’s closet was filled with tempting options. Power suits with sexy short skirts. Cocktail dresses. Even a very sexy, sleeveless jumpsuit. I was considering going all out. Panties, bra, slip, stockings, dress–all the way.

This time I spent more time on the panties. I sorted through the drawer looking for something amazing. I settled on zebra print satin boy shorts with an electric pink waist band and matching lace around the legs. There was a matching bra–36 DD–that I intended to put on, too I laid them on the bed and went to the bottom drawer to pick out a black lace garter belt. That’s when my plans changed.

At the bottom of the drawer was the sexiest gown I’d ever seen. Silky, black and ankle length with an open back only broken up by criss-crossing spaghetti straps that resembled a corset. I had to try it on.

I hung up Pam’s robe and slipped into her panties. Again, my cock was so hard that the tip peaked past the waist band. The gown was slinky and tight and without the open back it would have never fit my shoulders. I was rock hard.

I went back to the guest bed room I was using. I found the cheap nylon panties I’d been wearing the day before–I didn’t want to accidentally fill Pam’s again. I rubbed my swollen prick through the gown until I couldn’t wait any longer, lifted it, wrapped the cheap black panties around my cock and jacked off until I erupted.

Lying there catching my breath I realized I was exhausted from the adrenaline rush. Part of me wanted to put everything up and take a nap. But a larger part of me wanted to nap IN the nightie. I don’t remember making a choice. I just laid there. And eventually dozed off.

I woke to someone clearing their throat.

Pam.

I was lying on top of the covers. The gown was still pulled up. The panties pull down. And my cock was out.

It wasn’t even noon–I had no idea why she was home.

My first instinct was to cover up…but then I realized I would be pulling up her panties…pulling down her gown. I just froze.

I heard a washer filling in the distance.

“And I was going to question your uncle–but I think I understand these now.”

Pam was holding her panties–the floral ones I’d filled with cum the previous day.

She walked over to the bed. Choosing the best of bad options, I pulled the panties up to cover my exposed prick.

“I thought maybe you’d get bored alone so I came home to surprise you. I guess I succeeded.”

I had no idea what to say.

Pam sat on the edge of the bed. She was still dressed for work–a sexy pin-striped skirt and blazer and a silky white blouse. She was a great looking woman–a tall brunette with striking blue eyes, tanned skin, and great tits. That just seemed to make things more awkward.

“Well, this is new for me,” she said. “I’ve seen a lot of shit, but this is new.”

I was still speechless.

“You don’t sniff the panties, too? I dated a weirdo in college that I caught doing that.”

“No,” I responded…finally able to talk.

“Oh, you just like to wear them?”

Speechless again.

“Does your family know you’re gay?”

“I’m not gay,” I protested.

“So you just like to dress up?” she said.

I nodded.

“Looks like you really like it.” She nodded down at my cock.

Despite the situation, it was getting stiff again. And nothing I could do would stop it. The situation was weirdly exciting. She wasn’t the first to see my dressed up. I’d dated girls who were accepting–even if they weren’t exactly enthusiastic. And dressing with them had always been part of our sex life.

Pam threw the dirty panties in her hand my way.

“Here you go,” she said. “Take care of that.”

I sat there without saying anything.

“Go ahead,” she said.

“I will.”

I expected her to leave and the conversation to end. Despite being aroused, I just wanted out of her gown.

“Now,” she said. “Go ahead.”

“What?” I responded.

“Do you need help? I assume you did just fine on your own earlier.” There was just a hint of something in her voice. Anger?

She picked up the dirty panties again, moved closer, and dropped them on my prick. Then she put her hand over it and gave a few rubs.

“Are you worried about your uncle?” she asked. “We have an arrangement. I do my thing, he does his, we don’t talk about it, and we’re both very happy.”

“i don’t want to,” I said, embarrassed.

“Well,” she said. “Then I guess I’ll just have to tell your uncle how I found you. You think he’ll tell your parents? I bet he’ll feel like he should.”

I was defeated.

I pulled down the panties I was wearing and wrapped my cock in the black satin floral print. I started stroking–not feeling at all erotic at first. But slowly got into it. Pam’s eyes were locked on me.

“That’s quite a cock for a college boy,” she said.

I started rubbing it faster. It felt good but I didn’t know if I could get off. I was still nervous.

Pam reached over and put her hand over mine. She guided me. Together we stroked my swollen cock. I started moaning. I couldn’t help myself. Once again, I exploded in Pam’s panties. She kept tugging with me until every drop was spent.

After I was struck with the same problem as before–cover up with her panties or nightie, or stay exposed.

Fortunately, Pam didn’t linger.

“I’m going to the beach,” she said. “You can come hang out with me if you want. I trust you’ll put my stuff back where you found it?”

I nodded.

She looked at the cum stained panties I’d just filled.

“You can keep those,” she said. She glanced over at the cheap nylon panties on the floor–the ones I’d brought with me. “Looks like it won’t be your only pair.”

She left the room. I undressed and stayed there until she was finished changing and I’d heard her leave by the back door. Then I put everything away.

I didn’t know what to think.

But I couldn’t help being pleased to add those panties to my collection.

She got home after my uncle was back from work. I’d never gone to meet her at the beach. She didn’t say a thing that night. We had an awkward dinner where my uncle never guessed something was amiss. The only thing of note was her mentioning that she was going to take off the rest of the week–she said she didn’t want me to lonely at home. I just assumed she no longer trusted me.

I couldn’t get to sleep for hours that night. It was after three when I finally dozed off. And so I slept through breakfast and my uncle leaving for work. When I got up I hoped that maybe Pam had gone to the beach.

That wasn’t the case.

I found her sitting at the breakfast table. She was dressed in the same silk robe I’d had on the day before. She was leaning forward reading a book and her tits were spilling out of he top–along with the zebra print bra. The same one I’d planned on wearing the day before.

She must have read the expression on my face.

“I figured we know each other well enough to dispense with formalities, wouldn’t you say?” she said.

I just nodded.

“Well, you’ve slept half the day away. Go get dressed!”

I had no idea what she was planning. I walked back down the hall and started to go to my room.

“Wrong way,” she said. She had gotten up and was standing back in the kitchen doorway.

“In there,” she said, pointing at the master bedroom.

Confused, I did as she said. She came and followed me into the room.

“So, what would you have done if I were at work today?” she asked.

“Nothing,” I said honestly. I wasn’t going to risk being caught again.

“What would you have done if I hadn’t discovered you yesterday and I went to work?” she asked. “I bet you’d be rummaging through my panties right now.”

I could only nod. She was right, of course.

“Well then, have at it.”

I didn’t know what to do.

“You need help?”

I didn’t say anything.

“Is it just my panties or nighties, or did you want to try on everything?”

There was no point lying to her. I admitted I was curious about it all.

“Then let’s do it,” she said.

I still didn’t know what to do. It was tense and awkward.

“I’ll help,” she said. “What’s your style? Conservative? Business? Slutty?”

“Don’t lie to me,” she said after a pause.

“Kind of slutty,” I admitted.

“Now we’re getting somewhere. All out trashy, or good girl gone bad?”

I told her it was the second one.

Pam went to her closet and pulled out a cream colored blouse with a plunging neckline.

“I’m smaller than you–but you don’t have tits,” she said. “It should fit.”

She grabbed the short, pin-striped black skirt she’d worn the day before off a chair. Then she went to the drawers I’d happily dug around in the day before.

“Take off your clothes,” she said.

I really had no way of protesting, so I stripped to my underwear–boxers. Putting on panties again had not seemed appropriate.

“All the way,” she said.

I dropped my underwear. Despite everything, my prick was getting hard.

Pam went to her drawer and produced a pair of bright red satin panties–boy cut with lace trim. She went to the next drawer and grabbed a matching bra. And then a red garter belt.

“Don’t just stand there. Put them on.”

I put on the panties. I couldn’t help getting harder. Then I added the garter belt. Pam had dug out some dark stockings. I put on the bra–obviously I couldn’t fill it–and Pam adjusted the straps so it hugged my body. She rolled up the stockings, helped me put them on, and fastened the garters.

I was becoming unbelievably turned on. And I wasn’t the only one who noticed.

“Don’t rip my underwear,” she said. And then she winked at me. It was teasing and sexual at the same time.

Pam handed me a black nylon camisole with lace trim and a matching slip skirt. I put both on. And then the suit skirt, followed by the cream blouse. She had me stand in front of the mirror as I buttoned it. Both the black camisole and the red bra straps were clearly visible through the thin, silky fabric.

“I would feel like such a slut wearing that to work,” she said. She handed me the jacket that matched the skirt. It was tight in the shoulder, but I got it on and buttoned it. The camisole was still visible, but the bra straps were now covered.

“Now nobody would know,” she said. “My coworkers and boss would have no idea what’s going on underneath my clothes. Or in my mind. Just like real life–they’d freak out if they knew what I’m really like.”

She stood behind me looking at my reflection in the mirror.

“Are you happy?” she asked.

I nodded. The situation was still tense and I was extremely nervous, but I did like it.

Pam wrapped her arms around my waist. Her hand rested on my hard cock.

“Yeah,” she said. “I think you’re happy.”

She rubbed her hands up and down my shaft.

“Are you a virgin?” she asked.

I told her I wasn’t.

“Are you lying?”

I insisted that I was not.

“How long can you last? Don’t lie!”

“The first time? Maybe ten minutes?” I answered. Even that was an exaggeration. Sometimes I could. Other times it was more like five.

“That’s barely getting started,” she said.

She patted a chest at the foot of the bed and told me to sit.

She pulled the tie on her robe and it fell open. She shrugged out it.

I’d felt sexy wearing her panties, but there was no way I could fill them the way she did. She was at least 15 years older than me, but her body was spectacular–tight and fit and curvy.

She pushed the skirt up until it was bunched at my waist. She pulled the panties down until my cock was free. And then she devoured it in a way my young mind had never imagined.

Pam bobbed her head up and down, effortless taking it all in. She made a ring with her middle finger and thumb at the base and started sliding it up and down my shaft using her saliva for lube.

I sat there wearing her clothes while Pam sucked me off. I groaned audibly.

“You like that?” she paused to see every few seconds. “Does it feel good?”

I could only smile and nod.

There was no chance of lasting ten minutes. Without warning, I shot my cum into Pam’s mouth. It was such a big load that it seeped out of her lips and ran down my shaft. Some splashed on her cleavage. She ran her fingers through it seductively, then licked them clean.

“So what’s next?” she asked after I’d caught my breath. “Evening wear? Lingerie?”

On some level I wanted her game to end. But I was in no position to stop it. And, honestly, I was also enjoying it. But evening wear seemed like it would just prolong things. I suggested lingerie.

Pam undressed me. My prick was already starting to swell again.

“I have just the thing,” she said. Another wink. This one more mischievous than the last.

She went to her closet and came back with a little box I hadn’t discovered. From that she produced a pair of black panties with a bow at the waist–and no crotch. She also had crotchless, fishnet pantyhose.

Back at the doors, she pulled out a gauzy, black baby doll nightie.

I got dressed rapidly. I tried to tuck my cock in, but it was rock hard and kept springing out through the crotchless panties. There was no hope of concealing it.

“Don’t bother,” Pam said.

I watched as she took off her bra and then the panties I’d worn the day before. She tossed them in my direction. They were soaked.

“Get on the bed,” she instructed.

Pam straddled me and pressed her lips to might. She took my hands and put them on her ample tits. And then took my cock and guided it to her hole.

Rubbing her clit with one hand, Pam started riding my cock. She moaned and groaned like no woman I’d heard before. I tried to shift my hands to her hips to get leverage and fuck her, but every time she’d stop and move my hands back.

Lying on my back in a nightie, crotchless panties, and fishnets, Pam rode my cock until she came.

“Now fuck me,” she said breathlessly. She rolled to her back.

I got on top and started fucking my uncle’s girlfriend in the bed they shared.

“Are you a sissy?” she demanded. “Fuck me like a man!”

Pam reached down and frantically rubbed her clit.

“Fuck me” she cried out again between moans. “I want to cum again.”

At that moment nothing else mattered. I didn’t care about the awkwardness of the situation. I didn’t care that it my uncle’s girlfriend–fifteen years older than me–or that I was wearing a nightie. I wanted nothing more than to feel her cum on my cock.

I slammed into her with everything I had. The headboard slammed into the wall with a rhythmic pounding. I pounded her pussy like I owned it.

Pam dug her nails into an exposed portion of my back and squealed.

“Cum in me!” she cried.

We hadn’t been fucking for long, but I had no problem complying. I arched my back and grunted. With a few fierce, final thrusts I felt my cock spasm and I filled her cunt with my hot jizz. I fucked until I’d planted every drop inside her.

The two of us collapsed–our chests heaving as we tried to catch our breath.

Pam broke the silence first.

“I have a new bikini if you want to wear it in our hot tub,” she said.

I let out a laugh and just nodded.

There was no point in arguing. And, really, why would I want to?

My plans had changed unexpectedly again–but I knew I was going to enjoy the rest of the week.

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