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Before you begin reading this story, I just want to say that there is no sexual activity involved. It’s just two men sharing a mutual interest, although we do talk about sex.
I believe that in previous stories I revealed that I occasionally enjoy wearing panties.
One Saturday morning I got up and went to take a shower. While I was showering I realized that I really didn’t have any plans for the day and it would be a good time to get some neglected house work done. My apartment needed a bit of dusting and vacuuming. And feeling a little naughty, I thought it would be fun to slip into some comfy panties to do my work and relax for the day.
After my shower I went to my dresser and from my underwear drawer I dug out a pair of pink cotton panties. No. these weren’t sexy or silky or lacy undies. Just full cut everyday cotton bikini panties – what some would call “granny panties “, I guess. I find them to be very soft and comfortable and quite practical.
I relaxed with a cup of coffee and a couple pieces of toast, then washed dishes and went to work. I put on some music, smoked a little pot and started straightening and dusting my apartment feeling very cozy and a little naughty in my pink panties. i danced around the place with my vaccum cleaner and in a short while had the apartment looking good, all neat and clean.
I got myself a beer from the fridge, turned off the music. I sat on my sofa, turned on the t.v. and filled my bong. I found a college football game on the t.v. and sat back to enjoy the action and look forward to a relaxing day.
I had smoked a couple bowls of weed and was well into my second beer of the day when my doorbell rang. I wasn’t thinking about what I was wearing when I got up and answered the door.
It was my neighbor Mark who had some information for me concerning the neighborhood. I invited him in and at that moment I remembered I was only wearing pink panties!
Mark was a retired, ex military guy. He was in his sixties but worked out regularly and in very good shape. Although at least 30 years older than me, I found him very attractive. I must confess I sometimes fantasized about him especially after seeing his physique and the impressive bulge in his swim trunks at our pool.
I became quite embarrassed being seen by this masculine hunk of a man in my feminine panties. But there was little I could do about it. I was caught and thats that. So despite my embarrassment, I tried to play it cool and offered him a beer.
Mark readily agreed and followed me to my kitchen. I fetched us both a beer, I thought I could feel his eyes staring at my
pantied butt, when I bent down in the refrigerator.
He was very cool. Drinking his beer and sharing the information I needed, he never asked about my panties. He didn’t smirk at me, didn’t stare and acted as if he saw guys wearing panties everyday.
I wasn’t sure if his nonchalance was to reassure me that it was okay, a sign that it truly made no difference to him what I was wearing or was an act.
He finished his beer and I walked him to the door. After he left I started to get a little apprehensive about who he may tell and how many neighbors are now going to know I wear lady’s underwear. I also must admit it was a bit exciting ataşehir escort and arrousing.
Before noon on Sunday my phone rang. It was Mark, of course. “Hey Rick, I was wondering if you were busy today. “
“Nope, no plans.” I told him. “Just hanging out until the game starts later.”
“Cool.” he said, but I could hear a hesitation in his voice. “I was wondering if I could stop by later and talk to you about something. “
“Yeah, of course.” I replied. “If this is about yesterday, I’m really sorry if I offended you or anything “*
“Oh, no, no, nothing like that.” Mark said. “Actually I kind of got a kick out of seeing you in those panties yesterday. And in case you were wondering. I haven’t told a soul about it. Not even my wife. “
“Cool” I said. “I appreciate your discretion. And just so you know, I don’t do that very often. Occasionally I get the urge to put on some cotton panties when I’m just hanging out at home for the day. But it’s rare.”
“Hey, I don’t care what you do.” Mark stated.
I laughed. “Well, why don’t you come over around 1 and that gives us a good hour to talk before kick off. “
“Great. ” Mark answered “See you then.”
If it’s not the “panty incident ” he wants to talk about, I couldn’t think of anything else Mark needed to ask me. Even though it was very early in the day for me, I mixed a strong drink for myself and sat on the sofa and pondered.
A little after 1 o’clock there was a knock on my door. I opened it to find Mark looking a little nervous or anxious. Obviously something was going on in his head.
He just stood there looking like he wasn’t sure if he really wanted to enter my apartment.
I opened the door wider and said “Well, you coming in? “
“Oh, yeah,sure. ” Mark croaked as he walked past me into my living room.
“Want a beer or something?” I asked.
“Yeah, a beer would be great.” Mark answered. I went to the kitchen and grabbed two cold ones and handed one to Mark. He took a big swig
I pointed to the sofa. “So sit down and tell me what’s on your mind.” I said.
He sat down on the far end of my sofa and I had the feeling he wanted to sit as far away from me as possible.
“Look, Mark, I can tell something is obviously bothering you. And I want to assure you that you can tell me anything. And whatever you have to say will stay between you and I. There’s no judgment here.” I told him, trying to reassure him.
I didn’t really know him well, but this was a different man from the very self assured, somewhat cocky ex-marine I was used to seeing.
“First of all, I’m not into any gay stuff!” he declared abruptly and a bit loudly.
“O…kay.” I said, “I never thought you were.”
“Good. ” he said. “I just want to get that straight. I’m not here to hit on you or do any of that shit.”
Now the macho, strong man Mark I knew was beginning to show.
“Mark, stop beating around the bush and just tell me what’s on your mind. ” I said.
“Maybe I should just show you.” he answered.
As I was beginning to ask “Show me what? ” my words changed to “Show me – Oh my God!”
For Mark had stood up, dropped his khaki shorts and revealed the pink satin and lace trimmed bikini ataşehir escort bayan panties he was wearing.
“I’ve never let anyone know about this. Not my wife. No one. ” he declared.
‘Well, I’m flattered you decided to share your secret with me.” I managed to stammer out, still in a bit of shock. I couldn’t stop staring at the sight of this very straight, tough guy wearing very feminine panties.
His cock bulge looked big in a Speedo, it was Huge in the little panties.
“I’ve been wearing these things for a few years now. Don’t really know why. Part of me feels really stupid and ashamed – you know, I thought only faggots wore shit like this.” he said, “Oh, no offense, Rick. “
“None taken.” I replied. ” I used to think only sissies would wear panties. But you’d be surprised at how many macho, straight guys wear them.”
“Yeah, I get that. I did some research when I first started doing it.” Mark said. “I was glad to see I wasn’t the only one, or a freak or something.”
“Good.” I said. “You shouldn’t feel bad about it. There is some comfort to it, or they’re fulfilling some need or desire. I think there’s as many reasons men wear panties as there are men wearing them.”
We had finished our beers at this point. “Let me get you another one.” I said as I stood up and took the empty bottles into the kitchen.
As I handed Mark his fresh beer he asked “So what are you wearing?”
I laughed and said ” You want to see? You may be disappointed.”
“I doubt that.” Mark said.
I unbuckled and unzipped my denim shorts and let them fall to the floor revealing my men’s classic white Fruit of the Loom briefs.
“Tighty whities?!” he declared.
“I told you I don’t wear panties very often. These are my favorite kind of underwear. ” I told him.
“In fact,” I continued “as much as I’m enjoying seeing you in those panties, I’d love to see you in a pair of these.”
“Huh, I don’t think I even own a pair. The wife likes me in boxers and boxer briefs. ” he said.
“That’s cool,” I said, “definitely want to keep the ladies happy. ” and we both laughed and clinked our bottles together.
“So, when did you discover you liked to wear panties?” I asked Mark.
He looked a little embarrassed, but then told me his story.
“Several years ago,” he began. “My wife was out of town for a few days. I guess I missed the old lady and I took a pair of her panties from the laundry hamper. They still smelled of her and I started jacking off while sniffing them and thinking about her. i wrapped them around my dick and couldn’t believe how good that soft silk felt on my cock.”
“Yes,” I said. “It feels so good and so different from the cotton we guys are used to.”
“Exactly. ” he agreed. “After that I started taking more of her underwear out of the hamper and realized that they all felt a bit different, but they all felt so good. “
“Oh, yes, “I chimed in, “Silk and satin and nylon all have their own appeal and feel!”
“Absolutely. ” he agreed. “I don’t know how many times I jacked off that weekend. But my wife sure was surprised when she got home and found I had done the laundry!” and we laughed again.
“Anyway, ” he continued, ” after a while of just escort ataşehir whacking off in them, I decided to try a pair on. I could barely squeeze into hers, but they felt great. And soon, it was almost all I could think about and started to buy some in larger sizes for myself. “
“Oh,” he said, “That was a nerve racking experience! Going way out of town where no one would know me and I don’t think I had ever been in a lady’s underwear department before. I got real paranoid thinking the sales people would know I was buying these things for myself, even though I always told them I was shopping for the wife.” he laughed.
“I always assume they know I’m shopping for me, no matter how many times I mention a girlfriend. ” I laughed.
“Yeah, ” he said. “So now I have quite a few stashed away that I can bring out when the old lady’s away. “
“So, How did you get started? ” Mark asked me.
“Hmmm, Well, I guess you could say I started early. My whole life I’ve been attracted to underwear – it’s my fetish I guess you could say. When I was young I loved looking at the pictures in the old Sears catalogs and things like that. I enjoyed seeing both the men and the women in their underwear. “
“That’s interesting. ” Mark said. “Yeah, I guess some of those women did look pretty sexy back then. “
“Yes, they did. Loved seeing those models in their bras and panties.” I agreed.
“Anyway, when I started dating women I found I loved touching their silky panties.” I told him.”Squeezing their asses and rubbing their pussies through that soft fabric. “
“One girl I dated noticed how much I liked feeling her panties. ” I continued.
She said to me ” You like my panties so much, maybe you should put them on!”
” I was a bit surprised, but readily agreed. She pulled her undies down and off and handed them to me. The feeling of sliding that soft satin up my legs and then over my cock was just electric, if you know what I mean. ” I said.
Mark said “Yes. it is a great feeling when you first put them on. “
“Yes it is!” I agreed. “She liked seeing me wearing her panties and after that we often made love with both of us wearing silk or satin undies.”
“I also did full drag for Halloween a few times. ” I told him. “And I really got turned on trying on panty hose, and garter belts and stockings were sexy as hell! I love the feeling of nylon stockings hugging my legs. So different and so sexy. Anyway, after those first experiences I was hooked.”
“Wow” he said, “I would love to find a woman to wear panties with. That must be great. ” Mark exclaimed.
“It is. And I love to lick pussy through a woman’s panties. Tasting her sweet juices as they soak her underwear. Delicious.!” I declared.
“My ex wife and I experimented and played with cross dressing quite a bit.” I continued telling Mark, ” I would wear sexy lingerie and she would wear a strap on under a pair of my white briefs. She’d treat me like a woman and have me suck her dick.”
“Whoa – that’s a bit too much for me!”
Mark exclaimed. “I like the idea of wearing panties with a gal, but I still want to be a
man!”
I laughed. “I totally understand that.” I said.
Suddenly Mark realized the time and said he had to get home before his wife arrived. As he put his khaki shorts back on I said ” That’s too bad, I was really enjoying our talk.”
“Yeah, me too ” he said “We’ll have to do it again sometime. “
As he rushed out the door, he turned and said “But no gay stuff!”
I laughed as I shut the door behind him.
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