Night at the Gym sequel to Confronting John
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Pantasy, what is a pantasy? For me it is a fantasy that has direct involvement with panties and all lingerie associated with panties. When masturbation session with lingerie is used and it is the center of attention creating a masterful orgasm that leaves me weak and worn out.
My last pantasy involved the need to be in white. White Vanity Fair Lace Nouvaeu panty.. I do love a big panty, the more nylon the better! Next a pair of Just My Size non control top pantyhose, reinforced toes and panty. My white Vanity Fair full slip over my Bali Double Support Comfort Wireless Full Cover bra in white. I am feeling so pretty. I walk in front of my mirror to see how well I did, adjusting to make myself perfect.
Laying on my bed with other panties and things on the bed with me. I see my pink bra and remember exactly how I got it. Going into the store and finding it on the discount rack, exactly my size 42B. It was priced at $38 but since it was on the discount rack it was priced for $9.95. That is the moment it became mine. Oh yes remember the lady that was giving me the funny look. She looked as if she was trying to figure out if I was buying that for my wife or woman or myself. I think when I held it up to my chest, she figured it out. I set out to look for panties while other women were shopping for lingerie as well. I found they were having as sale I could get five new panties for a very reasonable price. White, blue, pink. Yellow and of course black, all vanity fair panties full nylon briefs, mostly Lace Nouvaeu. I walk up to the register and I always take note of the sales girl name tag. She is very professional and treats me like a normal customer and off I go with my new treasures to use in future pantasies.
Now to make this into a pantasy. I come back later close to closing because one of the panties I bought has a small tear in it and I want to exchange it. I actually am hoping to see the same sales girl, Pam. She is there and my heart begins to flutter with excitement.
I say to her, “Hi Pam I was here earlier and bought these bet when I inspected them at home I found this one had a small tear. May I exchange them?”
“Why of course you may,” and she tries to do it on her register but it is giving her trouble. “I need to have my supervisor help me. She will be back in a minute.” I tell her I will look around while I wait, and she said if there is anything she can help me with please let her know.
I wander through the bras looking at them one by one. Picking one or two and then putting them back with a sigh. Pam hears me and walks over and says, “ why the sad face?” Here it is, the moment I tell her I am shopping for myself and trust she will not freak out and try to get me out ASAP or trust she will be professional and help me. “I like to wear bras and when I shop for them I have to guess if it is going to fit me when I get home. If not its too embarrassing to come back and try another size. Over the years I have gotten pretty good.”
She stopped me there and said, “I am a certified bra fitter. I can measure you and we can see just what works best for you.” I reminded her it was almost closing time she said “that’s ok, I am here for another hour I would love to fit you.” My heart starts to beat out of my chest. She tells me to go into the dressing room and remove my shirt. I said are you sure its ok. She said no one else will be coming in if your afraid to be seen coming out but I will make sure your safe.
She comes in with a tape measure and begins to take measurements. She tells me I was right in my size, 42B is the bra I should be trying on. I know of a few that you might like. She leaves and I wait with great anticipation.
She returns with several bras, some underwire some wirefree and a few that are front hook bras. She assists me in trying them on, and all this activity has my pants bulging with excitement. She comments on it saying “I hope you don’t poke through your panties that would be a shame to ruin a brand new pair!” I must of turned eight shades of red but she reassures me its ok, she has done this many times with other men. I decide on two bras, one pink and one with a floral pattern on it. She says, “I am an expert on panty sizing too, why not let down your pants and lets see how those are fitting you.” I pull down my pants exposing my panties. The front of my panties are tenting out so far it can not be hidden. She smiles, walks up to me and straightens up my dick and says “yes these fit you well. You must have extra room to allow for the expansion.”
She slides her hand up and down a few times smiling at me the whole time. I begin to fall under her spell and tell her if she does not stop, I am going to have to buy a new pair of panties because these are going to be soaked. She smiles again and keeps stroking me until I can no longer hold it and I explode into her hand that is holding my panty dick. “oh, my look at what I did. I am going to have to pay for that! I am short on cash but here let me give you these.” She reaches up her skirt and pulls off her panties, a green pair of vanity fair full brief nylon panties and says “is a trade OK?”
“Oh yes I think that is more than fair!”
We exchange panties, she puts on my cum soaked ones and I put on her warm silky ones. We exchange compliments on how good we each look in each other’s panties. She leads me to the cash register, and I pay for my new bras. She thanks me for the business and tells me “I work late every Wednesday and Thursday. I hope to see you again!”
Leaving the store in her panties and my new bras I realize I never exchanged the torn panty. Well I guess I will have to stop back next Wednesday to take care of that business.
My last pantasy involved the need to be in white. White Vanity Fair Lace Nouvaeu panty.. I do love a big panty, the more nylon the better! Next a pair of Just My Size non control top pantyhose, reinforced toes and panty. My white Vanity Fair full slip over my Bali Double Support Comfort Wireless Full Cover bra in white. I am feeling so pretty. I walk in front of my mirror to see how well I did, adjusting to make myself perfect.
Laying on my bed with other panties and things on the bed with me. I see my pink bra and remember exactly how I got it. Going into the store and finding it on the discount rack, exactly my size 42B. It was priced at $38 but since it was on the discount rack it was priced for $9.95. That is the moment it became mine. Oh yes remember the lady that was giving me the funny look. She looked as if she was trying to figure out if I was buying that for my wife or woman or myself. I think when I held it up to my chest, she figured it out. I set out to look for panties while other women were shopping for lingerie as well. I found they were having as sale I could get five new panties for a very reasonable price. White, blue, pink. Yellow and of course black, all vanity fair panties full nylon briefs, mostly Lace Nouvaeu. I walk up to the register and I always take note of the sales girl name tag. She is very professional and treats me like a normal customer and off I go with my new treasures to use in future pantasies.
Now to make this into a pantasy. I come back later close to closing because one of the panties I bought has a small tear in it and I want to exchange it. I actually am hoping to see the same sales girl, Pam. She is there and my heart begins to flutter with excitement.
I say to her, “Hi Pam I was here earlier and bought these bet when I inspected them at home I found this one had a small tear. May I exchange them?”
“Why of course you may,” and she tries to do it on her register but it is giving her trouble. “I need to have my supervisor help me. She will be back in a minute.” I tell her I will look around while I wait, and she said if there is anything she can help me with please let her know.
I wander through the bras looking at them one by one. Picking one or two and then putting them back with a sigh. Pam hears me and walks over and says, “ why the sad face?” Here it is, the moment I tell her I am shopping for myself and trust she will not freak out and try to get me out ASAP or trust she will be professional and help me. “I like to wear bras and when I shop for them I have to guess if it is going to fit me when I get home. If not its too embarrassing to come back and try another size. Over the years I have gotten pretty good.”
She stopped me there and said, “I am a certified bra fitter. I can measure you and we can see just what works best for you.” I reminded her it was almost closing time she said “that’s ok, I am here for another hour I would love to fit you.” My heart starts to beat out of my chest. She tells me to go into the dressing room and remove my shirt. I said are you sure its ok. She said no one else will be coming in if your afraid to be seen coming out but I will make sure your safe.
She comes in with a tape measure and begins to take measurements. She tells me I was right in my size, 42B is the bra I should be trying on. I know of a few that you might like. She leaves and I wait with great anticipation.
She returns with several bras, some underwire some wirefree and a few that are front hook bras. She assists me in trying them on, and all this activity has my pants bulging with excitement. She comments on it saying “I hope you don’t poke through your panties that would be a shame to ruin a brand new pair!” I must of turned eight shades of red but she reassures me its ok, she has done this many times with other men. I decide on two bras, one pink and one with a floral pattern on it. She says, “I am an expert on panty sizing too, why not let down your pants and lets see how those are fitting you.” I pull down my pants exposing my panties. The front of my panties are tenting out so far it can not be hidden. She smiles, walks up to me and straightens up my dick and says “yes these fit you well. You must have extra room to allow for the expansion.”
She slides her hand up and down a few times smiling at me the whole time. I begin to fall under her spell and tell her if she does not stop, I am going to have to buy a new pair of panties because these are going to be soaked. She smiles again and keeps stroking me until I can no longer hold it and I explode into her hand that is holding my panty dick. “oh, my look at what I did. I am going to have to pay for that! I am short on cash but here let me give you these.” She reaches up her skirt and pulls off her panties, a green pair of vanity fair full brief nylon panties and says “is a trade OK?”
“Oh yes I think that is more than fair!”
We exchange panties, she puts on my cum soaked ones and I put on her warm silky ones. We exchange compliments on how good we each look in each other’s panties. She leads me to the cash register, and I pay for my new bras. She thanks me for the business and tells me “I work late every Wednesday and Thursday. I hope to see you again!”
Leaving the store in her panties and my new bras I realize I never exchanged the torn panty. Well I guess I will have to stop back next Wednesday to take care of that business.
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- 01.11.2022
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