Date: Wed, 16 Nov 2005 18:47:53 -0800 (PST)
From: kathy tonesh <katherine_tg69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Locker Room Panties

I've cross-dressed on and off since I was a young boy, sneaking into my
sister's underwear drawer trying on her lovely panties and, later, bras
and slips.  I always loved the feeling of silk and satin and nylon
against my body.  Over the years, the opportunities to cross dress came
and went.

Eventually, I met a sexy, smart girl and we got married, both in our
mid-twenties.  After I married Julie, I stopped dressing for many years.
We loved one another and had great sex but decided not to have kids.  I
was doing well in my career as an electronics executive as was Julie as a
real estate agent. Life was good.

One day, in my mid 30's, I stepped into the bathroom to shower and
spotted a pair of Julie's panties on the floor.  I picked them up and was
turning to place them in the hamper outside the bathroom door when I had
an old urge; the urge to feel that glorious fabric against my
ass...against my cock.  Trembling slightly, I slid them on.  The feeling
was electric.  I immediately became erect.  I sat on the toilet seat,
eyes closed, caressing my cock through the silky fabric.  I slid the
panties down and my I began stroking my rock hard cock.  I came in no
time,  spurting cum all over my stomach, legs and on to the panties.  I
managed to get them cleaned up and when they dried, I put them in the
hamper.

From that moment on, I knew I badly wanted to wear women's clothes every
chance I got.  Of course, I didn't share this desire with Julie, deathly
afraid that it would ruin our marriage.  I did buy men's silk boxers and
briefs. Although they never brought me the excitement of women's
panties, I could wear them without arousing suspicion.

We led a busy life and over the years I collected a nice assortment of
panties, bras, stockings, slips, blouses, shoes, wigs and makeup.  All of
it was carefully hidden in the garage.  Occasionally, I would wear some
of Julie's lingerie, being careful to return it clean and folded.  I
would dress fully every time Julie visited her family in upstate New
York.  Those 4 to 5 day periods were heaven, dressing from the minute I
returned home from work until I woke up in the morning.  I would take
many of my feminine things on business trips, rushing back to the hotel
after dinner to dress.  Each time was wonderful.

After each business trip I would carefully separate my feminine things
and put them in a small bag that I kept in the trunk of my car until I
had a chance to move it back to its place in the garage.  As a habit,
Julie would empty my suitcase when I returned home and take care of the
laundry.

At the end of one trip, I must have left a pair of blue stretch satin
panties in my suitcase.  They were Julie's and I had borrowed them.  Of
course I didn't realize this had happened until the panties appeared in
my underwear drawer, washed, neatly folded and placed directly on top of
my white jockey shorts.  At first I was going to point out to my wife
that she had misplaced her underwear in my drawer.

Then I realized what had happened!!   She had found them in my suitcase,
knew that she hadn't put them there and surmised (correctly) that I liked
to wear them.  I nearly panicked she never said a word; nor did I.  If
she hadn't recognized them as her own, she would likely have suspected me
of being unfaithful.

Over the next several years, I "borrowed" her panties several times and
when I did, she would always leave them in my underwear drawer, making them
mine forever.  I also started putting some panties that I had purchased in
my drawer and she would always wash them and return them for me, never
asking me about them.  It became a lovely, unspoken arrangement.

As I moved into my late thirties and early forties, I needed to work out
several times a week to maintain what was a fairly lean, athletic body.
Each Monday, Wednesday and Friday morning I would rise at 5 AM dress in
my workout gear and head to the club.  Julie would place a shirt and suit
on a hanger for me and would pack my gym bag with my dress shoes, socks
and underwear.

On Monday, I finished a good workout and showered, shaved and headed back
to my locker.  After I finished toweling off, I reach into my gym back to
remove my underwear.  As I pulled out my shorts and T-shirt, I was
mortified when I realized that Julie had inadvertently packed a pair
of white stretch satin high cut panties instead of my jockey shorts.  I
looked around to see if anyone was looking.  There were only two men in
the aisle where my locker was.  One of them, a heavy set gentleman, was
straddling the bench, facing the other way, deeply engrossed in a cell
phone conversation.  The second, a tall nice looking dark haired man, was
toweling off and apparently not paying any attention to me.

I was certain that I would have enough time to slide the panties on and
then quickly slide on my trousers.  After I stepped into the panties and
started sliding them up my legs and over my butt I looked up and saw
the attractive dark haired man looking at me intently.  I thought I saw a
slight smile, but I was rushing too much get my trousers on to be certain
of anything.

After I had zipped up my trousers, I looked up and the sandy haired man
was busy dressing, apparently paying no attention to me.  Perhaps he
hadn't noticed the silky material!  But then I remembered the scalloped
waistband, a dead feminine giveaway.  Maybe he just wasn't paying
attention.

On Wednesday, I went to the gym as usual.  I spotted the gentleman from
Monday while we were both in the bike room, sweating like crazy.  He
never seemed to notice me.  I was safe!  After completing the workout, I
showered and was back in front of my locker, toweling off when I notice
my "friend" at his normal locker, with his back to me, sliding on a pair
of blue satin bikini panties.   I couldn't keep from staring.  He turned
around quickly and his eyes met mine.  He smiled and quickly slid on his
trousers before anyone else could see his sexy panties.

I was shaken.  I couldn't decide what to make of what I had just seen.
Had the man always worn panties and I hadn't noticed?  Did he wear them
especially for me to see after seeing me in panties?  More importantly,
why was I getting an erection as I pondered these questions?

Like most cross dressers, I spend time online, chatting with other
"girls".  Often these chats develop into bisexual cybersex.  But that was
only online fun.  I wasn't really gay or bisexual....was I?

I decided to skip the workout on Friday, still confused about what I had
seen and how I felt about it.  After spending most of the weekend
thinking about what had happened, I decided to force the issue.  I took
with me a pair of dark blue bikini panties with a lace patch in front.  I
was taking a chance, but I thought I could manage it.  I would insure
that my "friend" was the only person in the aisle when I put them on.
(Plus, I had a backup pair of white Jockey shorts, just in case).

I wanted to send a message to Mr. X.  I didn't know exactly what the
message was supposed to mean, but I felt an irresistible desire to send
it.  After toweling off I waited until he was looking in my direction and
I slowly slid my panties on, looking at him as I did so.  He smiled and
slid on a pair of white satin panties, similar to the ones I had worn the
previous week.  I quickly finished dressing, as did he.  As I walked from
the locker room, he walked beside me.

He spoke quietly, and said, "My name is Mark Evans", and extended his
hand.

I nervously responded, "Jim Tonesh here, nice to meet you".

We continued walking side by side until we reached the small coffee shop
that the club had.

Mark said, "Can I buy you a cup of their lousy coffee Jim".

I didn't know whether I was hoping for this or fearing it, but I said,
"Sure Mark, sounds good".

We drank our coffee and chatted about mundane items when suddenly Mark
asked, "How long have you been dressing Jim"?  I knew that he knew and I
was both relieved and excited.  I told him my story and he told me his.
It was so wonderful to speak freely with another person about the secret
that I had been carrying for so many years.  Our stories weren't much
different, except that Mark had never gotten married.  This of course,
permitted him to dress whenever he chose.

Then the conversation took a more intense turn.  Mark looked at me and
softly said, "You panties looked wonderful on you Jim".

I was stunned.  A man was talking to me about my panties.  I felt my
panties become strained as I had an immediate erection.  I was
speechless.

Mark was sweet.  He sensed my discomfort and we changed the subject for a
little while.

As we were preparing to leave, Mark gave me his business card and said,
"I'd like you to come to my place sometime for a drink.  We could both
dress and see how we look to one another".  It turns out that Mark had
never been out in public either.  I took the card.  We shook hands and I
said that I would be in touch.  I knew at that moment that I was going to
do it.  I was going to go to the home of another cross-dresser and we
would dress together, be girls together.  It was something that I had
always wanted to do, but thought that it would never happen because the
risks were too great.  But I felt safe about Mark.  In most ways he was a
neophyte just like I was.  I was excited.

Friday came and I was almost too excited to work.  I had decided that
today was the day when I would call Mark and accept his invitation to go
to his home, to dress as women together, to be girls with one another.  I
had worn panties to work many times before, but on that day I found
myself fighting off and erection all day long.  Finally, around three PM
I had to go into a bathroom stall and masturbate, just to calm down.
 Funny thing:  as I masturbated, I just kept visualizing Mark's tight ass
in those white panties.  I returned to my office and dialed Mark's
number.  As his phone rang, my heart raced in anticipation and I wondered
if I would be able to control my voice when he answered.

The strong, soft voice on the other end spoke clearly to me, "This is
Mark Evans".

I gathered myself and said, "This is Jim Tonesh, Mark.  We met last week
at the club".

There was a slight pause and then Mark said, "I'm really glad you
called Jim...really".

From that point forward we relaxed and chatted amiably and we agreed that
we would both leave work early the following Wednesday and that I would
arrive at Mark's house around one PM.   We chatted a bit longer and said
our goodbyes.

The weekend at home was uneventful.  Julie and I had dinner out on
Saturday night and Sunday was mostly taken up by running errands and
doing yard work.  Julie was a little flirty, but she sensed that I
wasn't in an amorous mood and she changed the subject easily.

Over the next few days, I found the moments alone at home that I needed
to collect my feminine things in a small bag that I put in the trunk of
my car on Tuesday night before going to bed.   I had told Julie that I
had a call to make on a client in a town that was about two hours away,
that I be would driving there and there was a chance that I might need to
spend the night at a local hotel.  So I packed another small bag for that
possibility.

The next morning at work I was next to useless.  I could barely
concentrate on the simplest items.  Somehow I made it through until noon
and when I headed for my car in the parking lot I breathed a sigh of
relief and began to finally allow myself to let the excitement inside
bubble up an wash over me.  When I arrived at the nicely maintained ranch
style house in a quiet neighborhood I was excited, but calm.  Mark opened
the door and greeted me before I had even knocked.  We shook hands and he
offered me a drink.  I accepted a glass of Chardonnay and we chatted
quietly for fifteen minutes or so.

Finally, I said, "Mark, why don't we get dressed honey"?  I was
shocked!  I had just called Mark "honey"!

He smiled, touched my hand briefly and said, "Good idea, Jim''.    As
Mark showed me my room and bathroom he asked, "By the way, what is your
femme name"?

Slightly embarrassed, I told him that it was Kathy.  He smiled and said
that his femme name was Emily.

As I entered my bedroom, I turned, smiled and said, "I'll be a little
while Emily, I need to bath and pretty myself up".  I smiled and tossed
my head like a girl.

I closed the door, undressed, unpacked my bag and went into the
bathroom.  I was struck by how feminine everything was.  The décor was
soft pastels and the shelves were filled with lovely scented oils and
both crystals.  I took a warm bubble bath, shaved my legs carefully for
the first time in my life.  I had decided that this was a chance I needed
to take.  After all, my body hair was light and fine and that the fact
that my legs were shaved wouldn't be overly noticeable.

In any case, it was a glorious feeling.  I even trimmed my pubic hair to
a tight little bush.  I have very little chest hair, so making my chest
smooth was a quick job.  After I finished bathing and shaving I applied
some lotion and dressed in black satin and lace panties, matching bra,
silicone breast forms, a black silk camisole, a tight black skirt that
was 4" above the knees and a black silk blouse.  I saved the nude thigh
hi stockings until last, knowing that the feeling of stocking sliding
over freshly shaved legs would be exquisite.  It was.  I was briefly
breathless.

I slid on my black strappy pumps and sat down at a lovely dressing table
to carefully apply my makeup, paying particular attention to my eyes and
my dark red glossy lipstick. I then attached my dark red false nails.
Finally, I brushed out my shoulder length auburn wig, carefully placed it
and checked myself in the mirror.  I smiled and said to myself,  "You
look pretty good Kathy".   I applied a few drops of Giorgio Red to the
appropriate places and strode confidently into the living room to meet
Emily.

I couldn't believe what I saw.  Emily rose from her chair and smiled at
me.  She was wearing a beautifully fitting long sleeved black cocktail
dress with, black stockings, classic black pumps and striking shoulder
length black hair.

Emily walked toward me, took both of my hands in hers and kissed me
softly on the cheek, whispering, "You look so lovely Kathy".  She
smiled and turned to get me a fresh glass of wine.  As I looked at her
from behind, I was still stunned at how feminine and seductive she
looked.

We sat together on the sofa and chatted about feminine things, like our
clothes, our makeup and the like as romantic music played softly in the
background.  We both began to get a little silly about girl things.  As
we laughed we would occasionally touch one another's hands or
shoulders.

After 30-40 minutes Emily rose briefly to adjust the CD player.  When she
sat down again, her hips were pressed against mine.  She was so close.
When we looked at each other, our faces were so close.  I breathed in her
seductive fragrance.  I was overcome with Emily's closeness.  As we
turned to each other, without a word our eyes locked and our lips moved
together.

The first kiss was soft and feminine.  I caressed her cheek as she did
mine.  We tasted each other for the first time and as I parted my lips
slightly, her tongue tentatively probed between them.  Without thinking,
my fingers went to her waist and gently pulled her closer.  The kisses
became more intense.  As I turned toward Emily, my skirt rode up,
exposing the tops of my stockings.  Emily's dress rode up as well and
our stocking covered legs became entwined.  The feeling of our stocking
covered legs sliding together was heavenly.

After a few moments our kisses became softer and we began to explore one
another's bodies with gentle caresses.  My hands found her breasts and
squeezed them softly.  I ran my fingernails along her silky stockings as
she did mine.   I caressed the insides of her soft thighs, finally
reaching the tops of her stockings and then caressing the lovely flesh
there.  Emily responded with similar exciting touches on my body.  I
trembled slightly when she reached my satin and lace panties.  Her
fingertips danced across the front of them and I moaned as we continued
to kiss.

Finally, we paused and stared deeply into each other's eyes.  Somewhat
shaken, I said, "This is my first time Emily".

She smiled, took my hand to her lips and kiss the palm and replied,
"It's my first time too darling Kathy".

Emily stood before me, took my hand and without a word I stood and we
walked, hand-in-hand to the bedroom.  My heart was racing.  I knew now
that this was what I wanted and excitement and anticipation swelled
within me.  When we entered her bedroom I noticed that the shades had
been drawn tightly and the room was darkened.  Emily silently went about
lighting several candles that cast a romantic glow throughout the room.

Emily came to me and we embraced kissing deeply, her arms around my neck
mine around her waist.  This kiss was long and passionate.  Without a
word being spoken, she began to unbutton my silk blouse and removed it.
While she did that I unzipped my skirt, let it fall to the floor and
stepped out of it.  She turned her back to me, I unzipped her cocktail
dress and she turned to face me and let it fall as well.  She was wearing
a black slip over her black thong and lace bra.  We embraced again.   My
hands moved hungrily over her silky lingerie and hers over mine as we
kissed again.

Emily the led me to the bed and wordlessly I lied down, staring up at
her.  She knelt beside me on the bed and began to kiss me everywhere.  My
head was spinning with desire.  I caressed her soft hair as she kissed my
neck, my shoulders, my bra, my hips, my panties and down my legs.  She
stroked and kissed my long legs and slowly removed my heels and then
kissed and sucked my toes through the stockings.  My legs parted slightly
as she moved between them and pressed her entire body against mine.  Our
silky lingerie rubbed deliciously together and I felt her thong, now
bulging and damp, pressed against my panties.  It took my breath away.

Emily whispered in my ear as we lay together, "Kathy, I've wanted this
since I first saw you watched you slide on your panties in the locker
room".

I replied, "Darling, I've wanted this from the moment I saw you in YOUR
blue satin panties as well".   My hand went between us and I caressed
her cock through the thong.  I felt her tremble and heard her soft moan.

We kissed and touched one another for several minutes until I said, "Lie
on your back darling, please".

She complied willingly and my lips went immediately to her thong.  I
kissed and licked it hungrily as my hands caressed her warm, smooth ass.
As she stroked my hair, I slid the thong down her legs and off.  Her
erect, slippery cock was now before me.  I touched it gently, the first
time I had ever touched any cock but my own.  Then I wrapped my fingers
around it and slowly stroked it.  Emily's hips moved involuntarily as I
stroked her beautiful cock.

I could wait no longer.  I looked into her eyes and lowered my lips to
kiss the glistening head.  Finally, I slid my lips over the head and took
her warm, hard cock into my mouth.  It was everything I expected and
more.  I couldn't get enough of it.  I sucked her and licked her,
caressed her shaved balls softly.  Her moans and breathing excited me
even more, although I didn't think that was possible.  I tightened my
lips and drew her pre-cum into my mouth.  It was heaven.  While holding
her cock, I began to move my head up and down quickly and steadily,
feeling her grow in my mouth, I wanted her cum so badly.  I moved faster
and faster and my lover's moans became louder and more urgent.  Then she
came.  I continued to suck her and felt her body tense and felt her cum
explode and spurt into my mouth.  I loved the feeling of the warm cum.  I
never knew it would be like this.  I continued to suck her glorious cock
until she relaxed.  I kissed and licked up the cum that had escaped my
lips.


Emily said hoarsely, "Please kiss me Kathy, my sweet lesbian lover".
I moved up her body and we kissed.  She licked her cum from my lips and
we kissed lovingly.  Then we held each other tight and were silent for
several minutes.

Emily stroked my hair as I rested my head on her breasts.  She said,
"Kathy, you are a wonderful and sensitive lover.  I'm so glad you are
the first".  Then she moved down my body and slid my panties off.  She
stroked and caressed my cock as I had hers.  When she took me in her
mouth for the first time, I thought I would faint with pleasure.  She
made me come with her warm, loving lips and tongue and mouth.  I was
spent and she continued to hold my cock softly in her mouth for a long,
sweet time.

We laid in bed for a long time, holding one another close, our somewhat
soft cocks pressed together, both of us in blissful exhaustion.  I
didn't ever want to move.  We drifted off to sleep and slept for some
time.

When I awoke, Emily kissed my eyes and cheek and said, "I want you
inside me darling".   I smiled sleepily, kissed her neck and moved
between her legs.  "There's some lubricant on the bedside table
sweetheart", she whispered.

I got the slippery lubricant and she took some and spread it on my now
fully erect cock.  I took some on my fingers and gently lubed her pussy
as she lay there.  My finger penetrated her slowly and she moaned in
pleasure.  I moved it around and in gently and then a second finger.
Emily squirmed and moaned and pressed her pussy against my hand.  I loved
bring her pleasure like this and softly sucked her cock as my fingers
explored her pussy and excited her.

After a few minutes Emily hoarsely said, "Kathy, please fuck me baby.  I
want to feel your cock deep inside me".

I stood and moved to the edge of the bed, raised her long, silky legs.
Pressing my lubed cock gently to her warm, slippery pussy I first leaned
down to kiss her soft lips gently.  Then I pressed my cock more firmly to
her pussy and it popped in so easily that I was a bit surprised.  She and
I moaned simultaneously in ecstasy.  I slid in further and felt her
warmth surrounding my engorged cock.

We moved together as though we were long time lovers, in perfect rhythm.
She reached with her long arms to dig her mails into my ass and pull me
even tighter to her.  My cock went in, up to the hilt and once again we
both moaned.

"Oh sweetheart", I whispered as we continued to build to a climax.

I stroked her hard cock as we fucked furiously.  Our movements became
faster, more urgent, aware of nothing but our passion.  Then I came
powerfully, pouring my cum into her pussy.  I felt her cum at the same
time, her warm juices spurting against my stomach and running down into
my bush.  We collapsed into each others arms, kissing caressing, knowing
that we would be lovers for a long time.

After a long drowsy period holding one another closely, we slowly
showered together, enjoying each others company and kissing
periodically.

As we toweled each other off and Emily smiled and said, "Maybe we should
shower together at the club darling".  We both giggled like school girls
and then went to our separate bedrooms to dress.

I decided to slip on fresh lingerie, a short sexy ivory nightie, nude
thigh hi's, feminine slippers and a short ivory silk robe that matched
my nightie and showed my long legs nicely.  I re-did my makeup and
touched up my wig and went to see my lover once more.

It was a winter day and it was getting dark early.  As I entered the
living room there were no lights, but there were candles glowing and a
warming fire in the gas log fireplace.  Emily was waiting for me, looking
even more beautiful than before.  She too had decided to dress for bed.
She was wearing a black, see-through peignoir through which I could see a
sexy nightie with thin shoulder straps, black stockings and a sexy garter
belt with a small red rose in the middle.

Silently we came together and kissed softly.  "I've never experienced
anything like this Emily", I whispered as I nuzzled her neck.

She looked deep into my eyes and said, "Nor have I my sweet lover".

We cuddled and chatted in front of the fire for hours, sipping a nicely
chilled chardonnay.  Eventually we again walked together to her bedroom,
knowing that the night held more exquisite lovemaking in store for us;
knowing that this was only the beginning.

But then, what about Julie?