It was a warm day in June last year when I met Ben on an online fetish site.
He was a sultry captain who maintained and sailed yachts around the world for their millionaire owners. His days were spent navigating the perfect turquoise seas, coasting from island to island along the way.
He reached out and told me he was sailing to my island in a week. The yacht would be docking in the port for a few days to refuel and he wondered if I wanted to meet.
As we chatted, I gazed at his many pictures posted on his profile. The blue of the ocean featured heavily in his photographs. His body was slight but athletic with a head full of dark blonde hair. Ben’s striking blue eyes and women’s panties adorned every portrait.
Yep, Ben had a fetish for wearing *ladies’ underwear*.
That piqued my interest! I was intrigued about this guy who could rock a pink thong!
I had never been with a man who wore panties, so I was not sure how I would react in person. I told him as much, and we agreed to see how it went.
A couple of days after he docked, we met up for a bit of sightseeing and a lunch date. As we first made contact, he leaned in for a kiss on the cheek and whispered that he was wearing silk panties that day.
Lunch was a bit of chaotic tasty fun, with stolen kisses dotted throughout. We had a lovely date, and after concluding he wasn’t an axe murderer, we made plans for him to come to my place the following evening.
I admit I could barely concentrate at work that day. I was overflowing with a mixture of nerves and sexual energy as I worked. It probably didn’t help that I was continually looking at his pictures on the fetish site. Him in an array of lingerie. Different textures, styles, cuts. Lace, silk, crotchless, see-through. His collection ran the full gamut.
When he arrived at my place, we chatted a bit before going straight to the bedroom. He asked me if I was sure I wanted to do this, and I said yes.
He leaned in, and we started kissing. His lips lightly touched mine as our hands explored each other.
Our lips pressed deeper as his blue polo shirt came off, revealing his chest, tanned, from years of sailing. Light brown hair covered his torso as he slipped off his jeans and made the grand reveal.
He was wearing pink panties — a pair I had only seen in pictures on the fetish site.
Ben stepped closer. He looked down and asked me what I thought.
It was at that point I realized that I was not a fan of guys in panties. Not in real life anyway.
As a slut who loves to get dominated, I could not see past the femininity of the panties. I told Ben the panties did not turn me on, and he was cool with it. He quickly took them off, and we proceeded to spend a good half hour kissing and fucking on my bed.
Ben did not disappoint! He had remarkable stamina and a dick that hit the spot. He had me on all fours and started pounding away with raw, uninhibited desire.
As it turned out, the pink panties did **not** take away any of his masculinity. He knew what he wanted and took every inch of me until he had his fill. I was happy to lend my body to him as he fucked me that evening.
In all, I had a fun and unique experience with Ben. I don’t regret it, but I don’t see myself trying it again. Hopefully, it won’t be too long before my next sexual outing!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/iumozd/mf_he_wore_sexy_pink_panties