Date: Wed, 28 Jun 2006 03:49:14 +0000
From: G. Morris <lacenouveau@hotmail.com>
Subject: high school panties pt. 2

The following story is intended for adults, etc. Comments are welcome at
lacenouveau@hotmail.com


High School Panties, part two

The next day I approached going to summer school with mixed feelings and
some caution. It was a very warm morning. I wore a pair of pale
yellow high-cut cotton bikini panties to be sure my underwear wouldn't
show above my blue jeans and because the cotton feels cool in this warm
weather. I also left my T-shirt untucked to be sure I was covered. When I
entered the classroom Robert was already seated. As I approached he
looked up and smiled and said, "Hey, what's up?" I mumbled, "Not
much" and sat down. The next two hours went quickly and I stayed at my
desk during the break to work on some homework. At the final bell I arose
and Robert said, "I brought my car today. I was wondering if I could give
you a lift home?" "I don't live that far away" I replied, "But it's so
hot I'll take you up on it". "Great," he said. "Let's get outta here."

He parked in a far corner of the school parking lot. We got into his car
and rolled down the windows. He put his key in the ignition but didn't
start the engine. He turned to face me. "Look", he said quietly. "I
wanted to say something about what happened yesterday. ("Oh brother", I
said to myself. "What now?") He said, "When I told you that you can trust
your secret with me I really meant it. And I wanted to show you why."
He checked the rearview mirror and looked around. As he did this he
lifted his shirt and unbuttoned his pants. I watched with stunned
curiosity. He began to unzip his pants and as he opened them up I
immediately recognized the wide scalloped lace waistband of the Olga
Secret Hug panties he was wearing (because I have a pair just like them
at home). He pushed his pants down to mid-thigh and lifted his shirt
higher. "You see," he whispered, "you are not alone. I enjoy wearing
women's underwear, too."


So here I am, parked in a car with a guy I met yesterday who knows I wear
women's underwear with his pants at half-mast showing me HIS panties. I
was not really surprised at my reaction; I became hard as I stared at the
sheer nylon covering his genitals. His cock was jutted at an angle to the
left and lengthened as I watched. He looked over at me. "Well, so now
we're even," he said. The sound of his voice woke me from my astonishment
at the situation. "Not quite," I replied. I reached down and undid the
button of my jeans. I unzipped and wiggled my pants down to show him my
panties. He smiled as I raised my shirt to reveal my own cock straining
at the soft cotton and threatening to pop over the elastic waistband.
"Now we're even," I said softly.

We sat like that for a few minutes, enjoying the sight of each other in
our scanty attire until we realized the chances of getting caught were
possible. We reluctantly fastened our pants and straightened our shirts.
We put on our seatbelts and Robert started the car. He asked, "Would you
like to go to my house for a while? I've got a swimming pool and in this
hot weather a swim might be nice." "Sounds great", I replied. As he drove
away my eyes travelled down to his lap and I enjoyed the memory of seeing
his panties. I felt great relief knowing I shared this little secret with
someone.

We arrived at his house, a modest two-story home. I mentioned that I
didn't swimming trunks as we walked through his house and into the
backyard. "I'll bring you something to wear", and he disappeared into the
house. I looked around and noted the high fence surrounding the yard.
There was a small pool house with a changing room and shower. I heard the
backdoor slam and Robert said, "Here ya go, catch!" I turned around and
my eyes nearly popped out of my head. Robert was wearing a one-piece
women's bathing suit. The deep turquoise color contrasted nicely against
his tan skin. The suit was low-cut in the front and cut high on the legs.
As I gaped at him he tossed me something flowery and small. "See if this
fits you," he said with a smile. I caught it and found a two-piece string
bikini in a bright flower pattern. "I'd love to see how you look in it",
he said as he went into the shower room to rinse off. I watched him walk
away and noticed he was slender but trim and the swim suit fit him well.
He had a girlish walk and his hips swayed a bit with each step. And his
ass filled the suit nicely. I followed him and went into the changing
room next to the shower and stripped. As I stood in just my panties I
looked at myself in the full-length mirror attached to the door. Robert
and I were of similar size and build. Trim but not muscular. I slipped
the panties off and picked up the bikini bottoms and stepped into them.
As I tugged them up to my waist I found they could barely contain my cock
and balls as I filled the front out to capacity. I turned and looked at
my butt and saw a little cheek cleavage at the waistband. I picked up the
bra and slipped it over my head and squared it away around my chest. I
tied the bra-strings behind my neck comfortably and adjusted the cups
over my nipples. I looked again into the mirror and was surprised how
sexy the bikini looked. I became aroused and hurried into the shower room
for a cold shower to cool things down a bit. When I emerged I heard a low
whistle. I looked over and saw Robert standing in the shallow end of the
pool waist-deep in the water. "Wow, do you ever look great!" he said. I
put one hand on my hip and the other behind my head and struck a classic
pin-up pose. "You think?" "Yes, indeed," he replied as he struck out to
swim the length of the pool. I sat demurely down on the pool's edge and
dangled my feet in the water. As he swam by me I kicked a little water at
him. He stopped and splashed me. I slipped into the pool and the splash
fest was on. Laughing, we swam, circling each other for the best angle to
spray water at each other. At one point he dunked me and I swam down and
tickled his butt. He squealed and dove under the water and grabbed the
string holding my bra up and pulled. The bra gave away and I giggled,
instinctively trying to hold the cups in place. We stood in the shallow
end of the pool while the water began to calm down after our splashing.
He was laughing at me as I held my hand to my chest and I began to laugh
too. "C'mon," he said as he turned to swim towards the ladder. "Let's get
dried off and out of the sun. Otherwise we'll end up with some very
strange tan-lines. I watched as he climbed out, admiring the movement of
his ass with each step up. He turned and I stared at the clear outline of
his cock and balls being hugged by the wet suit. My own cock stirred at
the sight. "I'll rinse myself off and meet you in the house." After a bit
as I was climbing out of the pool he emerged wrapped in a large towel
covering him chest to thighs and his swimming suit draped over his arm.
"There's a towel for you, too. Put your suit in the dryer just inside the
backdoor, then come on upstairs to my room, okay?" "I'll be there in a
minute," I replied. I didn't know what was in store next but I was
anxious to find out.