Date: Mon, 26 Aug 2002 16:50:39 +0000
From: G. Morris <lacenouveau@hotmail.com>
Subject: loving lingerie pt. 2

This story is intended for adult readers.


Loving Lingerie pt. 2

by Lace Nouveau


     My passion for ladies' lingerie continued through High School and into
college. During my freshman year I had a room-mate and my ability to
dress-up was severely curtailed. There was little privacy as he was a party
animal. I pretty much kept to myself, studied hard, and wore panties and
stockings under my regular clothes.

     Of course, late at night after my room-mate passed out, I could have
the privacy I needed to be sexual with my lingerie. I looked forward to
being by myself and be able to try on various articles of nylon and lace,
satin and silk. Oh, and the occasional cotton briefs, too.

     Towards the end of the semester I was fortunate to find a one- bedroom
apartment of my own. As soon as I could I left the room-mate (I was only
'the guy with the other half of the rent') and settled into my new place. It
was nice to have a dresser to hold all my panties and bras, stockings and
slips and a closet for my nightgowns and other sleepwear without fear of
being discovered. I enjoyed the luxury of wearing  babydoll pajamas to bed
and to wake up and feel the sheer material around my body and the panties
barely holding my morning erection. I still wore panties and thigh-highs
under my clothes to class and enjoyed my little secret. During some of the
boring lectures (when I knew I wouldn't get caught) I would pull my zipper
down a little and slip a couple of fingers inside my pants and feel my curly
pubes through the nylon or touch my soft dick which would, of course, go to
half-mast. I would come home after classes, slip into something sheer and
comfortable and relax, study and later I would masturbate while slipping in
and out of my many pairs of panties, slips
and stockings. I sometimes wished I had a friend I could share these
sessions with, but I was too shy to actively seek anyone and I was also
scared of being exposed.

     After about a week of single living I thought I'd celebrate by shopping
for some new underthings. I drove to the nearby J.C.Penney and went into the
store. The anticipation of shopping for lingerie began to build up inside of
me. It still gives me a rush. As I approached the lingerie department I
winked at the salesgirl who I have bought from in the past. She knows I buy
for myself and has become friendly towards me. She smiled at me and tilted
her head to the left. I looked over in the direction she indicated and saw
another guy looking at the Vanity Fair rack. There was something familiar
about him. I walked over to the Warner's display nearby and inspected the
silky array. I casually glanced sideways over at my fellow panty purchaser.
I couldn't believe it! It was my old neighbor from Junior High...my old
jack-off buddy..the one whose sister's and mother's panties I stole. Did he
really succumb to the joys of lingerie loving? Or was he buying panties for
a wife/girlfriend? I had to find out. I walked over and greeted him and
asked "Hey...hi...do you remember me?". He turned and as recognition filled
his eyes I stuck out my hand. "Oh...um...yeah...er...hi..." he stammered. He
had to transfer four hangers holding full-cut nylon briefs from his right
hand to his left to shake my hand. I stood, grinning at him, sensing his
discomfort. As he began blushing I knew the panties were for him. We
exchanged a few more pleasantries and I could tell he wanted to
leave...quickly. I looked over his shoulder and saw the salesgirl trying to
hide her giggles. He looked around and said, "I'm...uh...buying these
for...uh..." "Yourself?" I asked. "Uh...no...uh...they're for...".  I was
nervous as I prepared to let him in on my secret. If I was wrong I risked
total exposure of my fetish. I decided to go ahead. I looked around and saw
we were alone and lifted the bottom of my shirt above my jeans to show him
the white lace waistband of the Olga 'Secret Hug' panties I was wearing. He
looked down and his eyes widened. "I think we have the same taste in
underwear", I said quietly, dropping my shirt. He looked up at me for a
moment and then nodded. "Yeah," he said. "Imagine that." Then the tension
was gone and we both laughed. "Maybe we should get together sometime. Talk
about old times...and stuff" I said. "I think I'd like that a lot", he
replied. We exchanged phone numbers, shook hands and he went to make his
purchase. I overheard him call the salesgirl by name and realized we could
have run into each other numerous times. I also admired the salesgirl's
discretion. I picked out some panties, a full slip and some new black, sheer
thigh-highs. As I paid for them the salesgirl said "It must be nice to run
into old friends and find out you have a lot in common". I just smiled and
nodded my head.

     A couple of weeks went by until one afternoon he gave me a call. I
invited him over that evening. I was very nervous. I couldn't imagine how
the things would progress. I decided to be a bit bold, but not too much. I
didn't want to scare him off. I put on my prettiest beige Vanity Fair
panties, nude thigh highs and a silky beige camisole. Over that I put on a
pair of khaki Dockers and a loose short-sleeved shirt, unbuttoned. He would
see by my feet that I was wearing stockings and, of course, he would see the
camisole. Years ago, when we were jacking off together, I had fantasized
about maybe having some sort of sex with him, whether it was just
masturbating each other or even going further. At the time he didn't seem
interested. I hoped that had changed.

     When the doorbell rang I jumped. This is silly, I thought. I felt like
a teenage girl on her first date. I opened the door. He had a smile on his
face and a bottle of wine in his hand. I invited him in and as we shook
hands he held my hand a beat longer than usual. I think I may have blushed
as I told him to make himself comfortable. I got a couple of glasses as he
sat on my couch. I sat down next to him and he looked openly at the camisole
I was wearing but said nothing. We made small talk as I poured the wine. We
caught up on each others' lives and the conversation flowed smoothly. He had
graduated college, had a successful small business, never married, etc.
Towards the end of the second glass of wine we were both feeling a nice
glow. Getting up my courage I asked him if he ever thought about the times
we had together, sharing girlie magazines...and stuff. He looked at me and
said he had, and that he missed those afternoons we shared, looking at
pictures of half-clad women and stroking our cocks. Even though it was an
adolescent phase, those innocent times were a great memory for him. While he
talked I had images of those times together. I began to feel my dick grow
hard in my panties and I began to wonder if he had dressed up for this
occasion. I steered the conversation in that direction and asked how he
began to enjoy lingerie. He grinned and turned a slight shade of red. He
said he began to use both his mother's and sister's panties at some point
and got hooked. When I confessed to the theft of their panties many years
ago we both had a great laugh. He was very surprised when I told him I still
had them and wore them once in a while. I then asked "Are you wearing
anything 'special' right now?" Without a word he stood and pulled his
sweater off. Underneath he also wore a camisole but in white. I shrugged my
shirt off as he unbuckled his trousers. He kicked off his shoes as his pants
fell to the floor. He removed his socks, folded his pants neatly and laid
them on a chair. He turned and stood before me in a pair of Vanity Fair
'Lace Nouveau' panties and garter panty hose. He kept himself fit, but not
too muscular. His cock was hard and I could see its faint outline as it
filled the front of the thin nylon panties. "Wow," I said, eyeing him up and
down. "You look terrific." "Come on, let's see what you have on," he
whispered and held out his hand to me. I took it and as I stood, I felt a
little light-headed from the wine. I started to lose my balance but he
grabbed my shoulder to steady me. "Thanks," I said and I undid my pants. He
kept his hand on my shoulder as I took them off and stepped out of them. I
was also erect and my panties were nicely tented. I folded my pants and laid
them aside as he sat back down on the couch. I sat down next to him. I felt
anxious and uncertain about what was to happen. He reached over and played
with the thin strap of my camisole and said, "Well, do you want to pick up
from where we left off years ago?" I nodded. My hand went to my crotch and I
slowly massaged my cock through the thin nylon. He moved closer to me and
our nylons swished together as he slid his arm around my shoulder and laid
his other hand on my nyloned thigh and rubbed my leg. "Here, let me do that
for you," he said. I slipped my arm around his waist and let my other hand
caress his chest and stomach through his soft camisole. His hand moved up
across my bare skin and then caressed the hard-on inside my panties. I
sighed as his fingers moved up and down the nylon covering my cock. While he
worked on my erect penis I played with his nipples and felt them grow taut,
making little points in his silky top. "You know, when we used to jack off
together I kind of wanted to do things, you know, like this with you. I
didn't know if you wanted to also. Now I'm not sure what... " He put his
finger to his lips and said, "Shhh...just follow your instinct" he said "and
let your pleasure be your guide". He ran his hand down my camisole, over my
panties and down between my spread legs. He cupped my nylon-clad balls
gently in his palm while he continued to massage the length of my cock with
his thumb. I dropped my hand to his thigh and, as he spread his legs, moved
it up to his panties and rubbed the area just below his tight balls. He
moaned and I pressed a little harder. He began to move his hips and said,
"Please...rub my cock...please". He didn't have to ask twice. I moved my
open hand up and over his cock, then down and gently squeezed his tight sack
and balls, and then back up again. He put his hand over my cock and slid the
silky material up and down my shaft faster. We continued stroking each other
for several minutes watching our hands caress and rub each other's penis
when he said, breathing hard, "We used to try to come at the same time.
Let's see if we can do that now." "I'm pretty close," I panted. "Yeah, me
too. Let's go for it." We both stepped up our pace. We hugged closely and
rubbed quickly. I looked down and saw a dark, wet spot at the tip of both
our cocks on our panties. And then, as planned, we both shot our loads. I
felt his warm wetness seeping through his panties and I gave his dick
another squeeze. He filled the front with more cum and his panties were now
soaked in semen. I didn't disappoint him. The slick semen that flowed from
my cock let his hand slide easier through the panties as he stroked my
penis. My cum was leaking through the lace and running down my thigh and
onto my stockings. We slowed down but continued stroking each other, feeling
our wet cocks begin to soften inside the sticky, soaked panties. We looked
up at each other and smiled. After a minute I stood and left the room. I
returned with a damp washcloth, a fluffy towel and a fresh pair of panties
for us both. He got up and slid his sticky briefs off and gratefully
accepted the cloth and towel. Taking his wet panties from him I said, "I'll
just toss these in with my other laundry. You can keep these," and I handed
him a pair of beige full-cut nylon panties, "until next time." "Oh yeah,
there'll be a next time alright," he said, and stood to slip on the fresh
underwear. I cleaned myself off and put on a matching pair of panties in
light blue. We stood facing each other. He reached out his hand and I took
it as he drew me into a close embrace. "I'm so glad we found one another
again," he said quietly. I ran my hands down his back and gave his pantied
butt a squeeze. "Can we get together tomorrow, maybe do a little shopping?"
I winked. He leaned back and looked into my eyes. "OK...that'll be fun," and
he smiled. His hands moved down to my hips and he pulled me close, rubbing
his half-hard cock against mine through the layers of sheer nylon. "Whoa,
let's not mess up any more undies," I said. He laughed and began to get
dressed. I didn't bother dressing again and led him to the door in just my
silky underwear. As he turned to go he squeezed my arm and said, "Let's meet
at the mall in the morning...Victoria's Secret at, say, 11:00"? I reached
over and gave him a quick hug and said OK.

     As I closed the door behind him I turned and leaned my back against it.
Smiling, I thought how wonderful it was to have someone to finally share
this panty-passion with. Later, as I got into a long nightgown and slipped
into bed, I thought about our evening together. I got hard as I recounted
our mutual lingerie masturbation but resisted the urge to touch myself and
cum again. I was looking forward to our shopping trip and what might happen
later on.

to be continued...


Comments are welcome,

Lacy

lacenouveau@hotmail.com