Let me just start out by saying this, I’m a straight guy. I love women. I love everything about them from their gorgeous breasts and pussies to their shapely legs and asses. I’ve never been attracted to men. Never. I have no problem with guys that like other guys. That guy is just not me.
But I love wearing women’s underclothes. They are so much softer than men’s clothing. The lacy panties and smooth silky chemises feel amazing on my body and really turn me on.
I’m not a real big guy, I’m about 5’8” and have a slender frame. My girlfriend and I often share t-shirts, which is where this all started. I was searching for a shirt to put on and grabbed one of hers by mistake. It was definitely a woman’s cut as it hugged my torso more than a man’s cut. I felt the soft fabric rubbing against my chest and it sort of turned me on. It made me wonder what her underwear would feel like against my skin. I was home alone, so I thought, “What the fuck, why not?” and reached into her lingerie drawer, pulled out a pair of her panties, and put them on.
The silky fabric against my cock made me instantly hard. It felt so fucking good. I teased myself for a bit, then I rubbed my schlong through the panties and felt my balls tighten. There was no turning back as I masturbated and came inside the soft confines of Melissa’s bikini briefs.
I’d like to say that’s where the story ends. But I was instantly hooked. I couldn’t keep stealing my girlfriend’s panties, so I made a detour on the way home from work one night to a lingerie shop, in a part of town I was fairly certain I wouldn’t run into anyone I knew. I spent a good half hour pawing over a variety of silky, lacy, and smooth panties, before settling on several pairs that made my cock twitch when I tested the feeling of the fabric in between my fingers and thumb.
I selected a silky camisole as well and headed to the check out counter. The girl behind the cash register was smoking hot and seemed delighted by my purchase choices.
“Ooh, I have this pair on myself! It feels amazing on my skin! I’d show you, but I’d get fired,” she teased.
I blushed, “Oh, well, I’m glad to know that I chose well.”
“Your wife or girlfriend is very lucky! I wish my man would buy me lingerie,” she pouted. I suddenly felt like a schmuck because these weren’t for my girl. But jeez, she had a million pairs already.
Once home, I was relieved to find that Melissa wasn’t there yet. I tucked away my secret purchases in a safe place and sent her a quick text.
Hey, babe, love you. When are you coming home?
She replied quickly.
Aw, I love you too, honey! I have to work at least another hour. I’ll call when I am on my way home.
I should have felt guilty for being so excited that she had to work late. But I was dying to put on a pair of my new girly panties and stroke my cock.
I chose the black panties with white polka dots and white lace. I looked in the mirror and watched my shaft grow so hard that it pressed against the material. For fun, I put my jeans back up but left them unzipped and slightly low on my hips. I felt sexy. I snapped a pic in the mirror with my phone. Silly, I know, but I wanted to remember my first very own pair of bikini panties.
I didn’t want to rush it this time, so I sat in the chair in our living room and let my fingertips run along the outline of my cock gently, like when I am teasing Melissa. It felt so fucking good! I reached down and cupped my balls, then I rolled them around while I snuck the other hand into the panties and felt the precum oozing from the tip of my dick. I rubbed it around on the head and moaned. I wondered, briefly, if I could get brave enough to ask Melissa to play with me like this. Probably not, but it was erotic to think about.
I took my time alternating getting aroused and then backing off. Orgasm denial is something I have done to Melissa, but I’ve never experienced it myself. It was really fucking hot!
Eventually, I couldn’t hold off any longer and I began stroking my meat through the fabric. No more edging, no more denial, I needed to cum. I rubbed and stroked and felt my balls tighten up all snug in the little bikini panties. I exploded and cried out with a guttural sound that I barely recognized. It was so loud, that I didn’t hear the door open when Melissa walked in.
“Doug! What the fuck?” Melissa yelled out as I nearly jumped out of my skin.
“Holy hell, Melissa!” I shouted. “I thought you said you were gonna call when you were on your way!”
“I did call, you didn’t answer!” she protested.
“Jesus, Melissa, I’m sorry, I just…” I started to say.
Melissa looked at me, frowning, “Are those women’s underwear?”
I sighed, “Yes, they are. I like how they feel, okay? Why should women get to have the nice silky material teasing their lady parts, while guys get stuck with cotton tighty-whities?”
She stopped for a minute, frowned, and tilted her head. Then she shrugged, “You have a good point.”
I could see her struggling with what to say next. “Have you worn them out anywhere?”
“No, I just bought these tonight. I tried on a pair of yours and liked them so well that I decided to get my own. I just love the way the fabric feels against my junk, okay?” I said defensively.
“Okay,” she answered quietly. “I guess there’s no harm in wanting to feel good.”
I eyed her suspiciously, wondering what she was thinking.
“What?” I finally asked.
“Would you ever wear them while going out somewhere?” Melissa asked.
“I don’t know, why?” I asked, feeling a little like I was being judged. But then, she surprised me.
“Because I think it’d be kind of hot and sexy being out with you, thinking about what’s underneath your jeans. Before you ask, I have no idea why that appeals to me. I just feel like it’s a bit kinky and a helluva turn on!” she said as she sat down in the chair next to me.”
“Wanna see a pic before I made a mess?” I grinned.
Melissa laughed, “Of course, you took a picture. Sure, lemme see!”
I handed her my phone and she looked at the pic, then at me, then back at the pic. She aimed my phone at my cum-filled panties and snapped another pic.
When I frowned, she said, “I just thought it would be fun to have a before and after picture!”
Then she got up and said, “I think you should wear women’s underpants all the time. They look hot on you.”
Well, who was I to argue? We went into the bedroom and had amazing sex, partly because I lasted so much longer after cumming once already. She loved it so much, that she insisted that I make masturbating in my girly panties on nights before we have sex a regular thing.
I suppose some guys would feel a bit emasculated by that. Me? I consider myself lucky that I have a girlfriend who not only approves of my wearing silky women’s underwear but insists on it. Plus, she insists that I cum twice each night that we have sex, which has gone from twice a week to four or five times since she discovered me that night wearing the sexy polka dot panties.
Occasionally she even tells me to wear the camisole instead of a t-shirt when we go out. I was reluctant at first, but when I finally agreed, I was rewarded with a blow job in a grocery store parking lot. So, sure, maybe I’m a bit of a sissy because I like wearing her panties. But honestly, our sex life has never been better!
