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I work for an engineering firm and had been there since getting out of
college two years ago. I'm 24 and in decent shape. No washboard stomach
but thin and fit enough. Amy is in her early 40s and divorced with two
kids, a 12 year old girl and a 9 year old son. She is very healthy for
her age and about 5'3". She'd been with the company for five or six
years when I started and was someone I would go to with questions on
how to get things done. One it became clear that we were both
relatively liberal in our thinking we hit it off pretty well. I won't
say we became close confidents but we talked about lots of life's
issues and politics.
She was always very professional in her appearance, business skirt
suits or pantsuits when clients were in the office or a casual
professional look on the other days. She never was seen wearing jeans
or clothes often worn by others on casual Fridays. I often admired her
fashion sense and wondered about getting into her skirt, literally.
There was not really a sexual attraction even thought she definitely
turned my head a time or two in the office. It was more of an
admiration. She was professional while juggling her home life and yet
always appeared to have it together. She was a woman's woman so to
speak.
One Friday we were discussing our weekend plans. It was raining and
supposed to until Sunday. Her kids were going with their Dad and she
was going to use the time to just relax and get things done around the
house. I told her I had no real plans either. Spend Friday cleaning up
and doing laundry then probably catch a movie Saturday and go out with
friend for a few beers that night. I neglected to tell her about
wearing lingerie around the house while doing the housework. I had been
cross-dressing since my early teens and would do so whenever the chance
arose. Usually I would just wear the lingerie and a dress with heels
but would occasionally put on makeup and a wig. I was okay looking as a
young woman but I never had much of a desire to go out that way. It
just seemed to relax me. I would occasionally dress under my work
clothes but usually just panties.
Amy would probably be accepting but there was no reason to mention my
cross-dressing habit to her. I jokingly mentioned it to her once but
I'm not sure if she took it seriously or not. She had complained about
getting a run in her pantyhose and not having a spare pair. I told her
I couldn't believe she didn't have a pair in her desk and told her I
have some in my glove compartment if she really needs them. She
laughed, gave me a wondering look and then laughed some more as the
subject got changed and was never mentioned again.
Well 4:30 came and she left just before I did saying goodbye. I told
her to call if she wanted to see a matinee on Saturday and she said she
would think about it and see how much she got done. We had never really
socialized outside of work groups and it wasn't meant or taken as an
offer for a date. I live about five miles past her house and drive by
her sub-division going to and from work so it would be convenient to
catch a bite and movie with someone. I didn't have too many friends and
it would be a nice break from the usual crowd.
As I got about a mile from her house I saw her car on the side of the
road with a flat tire. She was sizing up the situation and getting
pretty soaked even though she had an umbrella. I pulled over in front
of her, told her to get back in the car, and I'd take care of it. She
protested telling me she was an independent woman but I insisted and
she agreed. The Mickey Mouse tire went on easily but of course I was
completely drenched and somewhat dirty from the grass she had parked
on.
"Since you insisted on being a gentleman, I insist on being a lady,"
she said. "Follow me to my house, you can dry off, and I'll make us
dinner. No sense in both of us eating alone."
I thought of protesting but it did sound like a good idea and agreed. I
got into my car and followed her to her house. It was a typical one-
story ranch house with a one car garage, which of course she got to
park it. Once inside she noticed how stained my pants had gotten.
"Go into the bathroom and take off your clothes and dry off. I'll wash
your pants before the stain sets in and everything will be dry before
dinner is over. I'll go get you something to wear."
I went into the hall bathroom and did as instructed. I was soaked
completely through and glad I wore boxers instead of panties that day.
Otherwise I would have had to go straight home. As I was drying off she
knocked on the door.
"Hand me your clothes and take these. I hope they fit you; my son is
too little so I have to give you some of my things. Don't be
embarrassed by the selection, I promise I won't make fun of you or tell
anyone at work."
What she gave me was a pair of black French cut panties, a pair of thin
white nylon running shorts, and a peachy/pink short sleeve shirt. The
panties fit great and it was all I could do to keep from getting
aroused. The last thing I needed was to stain Amy's panties. The shorts
were tighter then I would wear and the panties definitely showed
through when I moved. The shirt must have fit Amy well but barely
covered the waistband of the shorts. I couldn't believe I was wearing
her clothes but the style was not mine. When I fantasized about wearing
her clothes it was the business skirts and heels, not her jogging
attire.
I came out of the bathroom and by now she had the clothes in the washer
with some of her own and had changed into a similar outfit. I guess she
had two extremes, business wear and very casual wear. She was wearing
baby blue jogging sorts, and a white cotton shirt. She must have had on
white panties and it looked like she skipped the bra. She isn't
"stacked" but was adequate and I definitely liked the view when she
moved certain ways.
"I am sorry for the outfit but it's about all I have I think you would
fit into. It looks like everything fits okay, even the panties," as she
giggled a little. "Maybe I should have given you the blue shorts, I
guess I wasn't thinking. Do you want another pair of shorts?"
I didn't see the point of getting too embarrassed, "This is fine, it's
only for an hour. As long as you don't tell anyone at work, I would
never hear the end of it and neither would you seeing as how I got into
your panties."
"My lips are sealed," she said as she began getting some pasta and
vegetables out for dinner. "If you don't like that outfit you could go
get your pantyhose out the car. I think I have a dress or two that
would fit you."
I was certain that she was joking but it still set me back a little and
I wasn't sure what to say.
After a few seconds that seemed like two minutes I said, "The hose are
navy blue so if the dresses don't match there is no point it me getting
soaked again. Is there anything I can help with?" trying to change the
subject.
"Didn't your mother teach you anything? You don't wear navy or black in
the spring or summer. Those are fall and winter colors. Why don't you
cut up the broccoli and cauliflower while I grate the cheese."
With that we she proceeded to make the pasta and saut? the vegetables
once I was done with the chopping. While doing that I heard the washing
machine alarm go off and volunteered to go put everything in the dryer.
"Okay but pull the lingerie bag out and just leave it on the washer,
I'll hang them up later."
Once in the laundry room it was clear were the lingerie was going to
hang so after I was done transferring the clothes I began to hang up
her things. I was trying to see just what else she wore but not
fondling them too much. It consisted of a few bras, more French cut
panties, a camisole, a slip, a pair of pantyhose, and a pair of thigh
highs. I was in heaven except she was in the next room. I was
definitely going to offer to house sit the next time she went on
vacation.
What I noticed was how well everything matched. Not only did she dress
well on the outside but she appeared to match her lingerie as well.
Growing up with sisters and through dating I thought only the girls in
the catalogs did that. Everyone I ever saw just seemed to mix and match
whatever was on top in the drawer. I had often wondered what Amy, and
other female co-workers, wore under their clothes. Knowing her style
was going to make it that much harder, now I would want to know EXACTLY
what Amy had on under her clothes. She walked in just as I finished and
told me I didn't have to do that but it was sweet, most guys wouldn't
be as considerate.
As we left she mentioned some of her lingerie might fit if I was
interested but I had to get some white or tan pantyhose if was ever
going to wear it in the summer. We both laughed at the running joke
that seemed to run a little too long. I of course was paranoid. Had she
caught a glimpse of my pantyhose under my pants and socks one day at
work? Did my panty lines actually show? I was always extremely careful
but now wasn't so sure. I tried to convince myself she was just joking
and not to think anything of it.
When I came out, dinner was on the table with two wine glasses and a
bottle of red wine. She said I didn't have to drink it if I didn't want
to but she was going to unwind after a long week. We proceeded to have
a great dinner, talk about people at work like we never could in the
office, and finish the bottle of wine as the dryer was stopping. We had
even agreed to see a matinee the next day of a new comedy. She folded
her clothes after giving me mine and I went off to change.
"You can just wear my clothes home if you want but you may get some
looks walking into your apartment building dressed like that. You
should wear the panties though, seriously. I don't need them back right
now since I just did my laundry. Bring them back after you do laundry
tonight."
I couldn't really argue against that very well and tried to hide my
enthusiasm for the idea as I said okay.
"You'll be a better man for it," she laughed.
With that I got dressed, we thanked each other, and I left. We were
planning to meet at the theatre at noon so I had all night to think
about what had happened and about how was I going home wearing Amy's
panties. I could not have imagined such an evening and how cool Amy
turned out to be. There seemed to be a slight attraction between us but
it more of a big sister kind of relationship developing with her giving
me advice on work and things like that. She was somewhat of a mentor at
work and that seemed to extend to our developing personal life.
Needless to say, as soon as I shut the door to my apartment I stripped
down to just her panties. I then went and got my black thigh highs,
heels, and black camisole and quickly got dressed. I was aroused
immediately and began to fondle myself thinking about wearing all of
her beautiful lingerie. I was wishing I had come out to her and she did
put me into one of her dresses. Thinking about this was it took and I
made a mess in Amy's silky panties.
I took her panties off and put on a pair of my own and went about the
house keeping I had planned to do. I did a quick clean up and vacuum
after I started the laundry including Amy's soiled panties. For the
next hour or so I kept wondering if I could just keep forgetting to
take them to her and actually get to keep them. Once the laundry was
done I folded them up and set them on the counter to take back to her
in the morning. About 1:00 am I headed off to bed only removing my
heels as I slid into the sheets in my lingerie as I do on most nights.
I woke up about 9 and seeing her panties on the counter got immediately
aroused. I slid my cock out of my panties and began to stroke myself
using Amy's cumming in a matter of seconds careful not soil her clean
panties. With that I got undressed, shaved and showered to start my
Saturday. It was raining as promised and I had lots of errands to run
before meeting Amy. As I got dressed I figured Amy wouldn't expect her
panties back today so I put them on. It would be wonderful to spend an
afternoon with her while we both were wearing panties, even if she
didn't know. So I put them on along with a polo shirt and navy blue
shorts making sure there were no panty lines and you couldn't see the
black outline through the shorts.
I ran some errands I needed to get done including the grocery shopping
before heading to the theatre. I had second thoughts about wearing them
but eventually decided to go for it. I would tell her they were in the
laundry that I didn't have time to do last night and she would have
them Monday morning.
I arrived at the theatre about 5 minutes early and Amy was already
there. She was wearing a lower thigh length kahki skirt and a pink
cotton top with a pair of beige pantyhose and flats. She looked casual
but young for her age. She had taken the liberty to get the tickets. I
only had $20s having stopped at an ATM and she didn't have enough
change so I offered to get drinks and popcorn but neither of us was
hungry.
"I'll bring it Monday along with your panties," I said. "It will be the
talk of work, me handing you your underwear and cash."
She laughed but added, "You really shouldn't bring them to work. You
didn't bring them today?"
As I stammered she added, "I didn't expect them to be in your pocket
but out in the car so I could get them after the movie. I though you
were going to do laundry last night? I could swing by on the way home
after the movie to get them."
With this my brain went into overdrive. "I didn't get a chance to do
laundry last night, what's the big deal? I saw from yesterday, they
aren't your only pair." as we made our way into the largely deserted
theatre and found some seats.
"Well no, but as you also saw, most of my lingerie matches and those
panties go with a set I need to wear under the black dress I always
wear. The dress is a thin material and any other color shows through a
bit. I was planning on wearing it to that important meeting with our
clients on Monday."
She was right, her black dress was thin and clung to her body very
nicely accenting her breasts, thin waist, and came just above the knee
showing off her legs when she sat or moved around. I often noticed the
camisole underneath when she stood in bright light.
"I'll pick them up after the show anyway, I have some other laundry to
do tonight and will just do them myself. You didn't make a mess in them
did you." she said with a smirk glancing down at my crouch.
I felt my face turning red and just rolled my eyes and gave her a
tongue in cheek look. "No, I have other errands to run this afternoon,
I'll bring them by your place tomorrow morning so you can have your
precious panties back. Why did you give me that pair then anyway? You
must have had some that wouldn't have shown through those shorts so
much."
Suddenly she was on the defensive a bit and after a brief pause said,
"They were on top and aren't as fitting on me as some of the others. I
thought you might need some extra room."
This was a complete lie, they are very stretchy and must fit her like a
glove, a wonderfully smooth glove.
"You have them on now don't you?" she asked after a brief pause. "You
wear boxers right? Let me see what you have on, slide your shorts leg
up and show me you have boxers on."
How could she know? I was trapped. Just then the lights went down for
the movie to start and I tried to ignore her statement but she repeated
her request.
"No, I'm not wearing them and I am not going to show you my underwear.
What kind of a pervert do you think I am?" I whispered.
She leaned in whispering, "The kind that likes to wear sexy lingerie
like I do Mr. Panty Boy. You joke about it but seem to know a lot of
the lingerie lingo for a young single guy and hung them up as if you've
had some experience. Let's make a deal, I'll flash you my panties and
you show me a glimpse of your boxers. If your wearing boxers you get
the better side of deal."
Thank God the lights were out and the place was so empty because I must
have been beat red. I couldn't believe she had said that. My heart was
racing and my palms were sweating. Last night seemed like a dream come
true but today it turned around. My secret was about to be forced out.
It was at least coming out to someone I trusted but it was never how I
would have thought I'd be caught. She looked around and slid her skirt
up showing that she wasn't wearing pantyhose but thigh highs with lace
stocking tops and what appeared to be a pair of silky white French cut
panties. The panties didn't come up as high in front as the black ones
I was wearing but just enough to cover her mound. Her legs were
fabulous and I stared at how sexy she looked.
"I'm not wearing boxers," she said mockingly as she slid her skirt back
down.
She quickly reached over and slid the waistband of my shorts down
slightly revealing the top of her black panties as I just sat there
mortified. She released the waistband and grabbed my hand gently in
hers and whispered soothingly.
"That wasn't so bad was it panty boy? I think they look cute on you. I
do need them back tomorrow though, and make sure they are clean. I
promise I won't tell a soul. I love the feel of lingerie. Who's to say
a man can't enjoy that feeling too. You might want to shave those hairy
legs though, hose will feel so much better on smooth legs."
I was speechless. She let go of my hand and we just sat and watched the
movie. In one scene an actress was shown in a pair of red panties and
Amy commented that I would probably look better than she did. I added
that she would definitely look better then the actress to which she
patted my leg and told me I was sweet. Otherwise we just talked about
the movie until we were separating in the parking lot and she told me
to come by anytime from 8:00 am till 1:00 pm tomorrow, she would be
home and awake, just stop by.
I said I would and told her. "Thanks for the movie and everything. No
one else knows and I was really scared but I feel okay I think."
"Don't worry," she said. "There are much bigger things in my life to
worry about besides what a co-worker is wearing. You are a sweet young
man and have a lot going for you. If any of the girls you date can't
get look past that then they don't deserve you."
I went straight home and changed into my own casual wear; panties,
pantyhose, sneakers, and summer dress; and did another load of laundry
thinking about the day. I wondered how long she knew? What gave it
away? Was it that obvious to everyone? I was also ecstatic, someone
that I knew and respected knew about me habit and was ok with it. She
was more then okay with it. I felt more normal as a person then I had
in years.
The next morning I got up, showered, shaved, and put on a pair of
yellow panties and pantyhose under my jogging suit and about 9:00 I
stopped by her house. She answered the door in a mid thigh length light
purple silk nightgown and told me to come in. She was reading the paper
and having coffee.
She asked if I wanted a cup but I declined saying, "No, I just wanted
to give you these and say thank you. You are the only person that I've
ever had know and I couldn't help thinking about it. How did you know?"
She insisted I sit down and have a cup. As I sat she reached for
another mug in upper cabinet. When she did so the hem of her nightgown
rose up quite a bit and from my sitting perspective I saw a glimpse of
her panties that of course matched the nightgown. I immediately was
slightly aroused but she seemed very comfortable, like I was one of the
girls. She poured the coffee and handed it to me as I crossed my legs
revealing the pantyhose on my ankle.
She slightly rubbed my ankle and said, "Summer hose, good for you dear.
If it's the last thing I do I'll give you a good dose of fashion sense.
After I got home I went through some of my old things and pulled some
out you might like. I think everything will fit you too. Just take the
whole bag and whatever you don't like just take to goodwill."
I was overwhelmed as she pulled out a kitchen trash bag piled full of
things. I just spouted off at the mouth telling her how I loved the
feel of skirts on my legs and that I often admired how great she looked
at work. I told her I couldn't wait to get into her skirts and how
great this gesture was to me. She began to rummage through pulling
things out. She revealed some skirts, panties and foundation wear, a
nice silk top and short set, and two sexy teddies. As she would bend
over into the bag her nightgown would far forward a bit revealing her
breasts. They were just as great as expected when covered by the
nightie or T-shirt, not overly large but firm. She must have known how
much she was teasing me because she would bend over and then quickly
look up at me and I would look away from her chest.
She seemed to relish in this benevolent mentor role but still wanted to
see if she was attractive to a guy she trusted. She definitely was as
my panties and hose were bulging a bit. She handed me the green stretch
lace teddy and said it was great to lounge around and sleep in. I held
it up and doubted it would ever fit me.
"It stretches dear, if my panties fit you, this teddy will as well. I
have a baby blue one I like much better. One day we can wear matching
teddies to work. In the winter of course when a sweater can help you
hide everything. It will be our secret," as she winked at me.
She started putting everything back into the bag saying I better get
going. She needed to shower and her kids would be back at 2:00.
"I had a great time with you even if I was pulling your leg a bit. I'm
sorry if I was mean. The way you joked about the pantyhose at work
stuck in my mind and when the opportunity came I thought I'd see if you
really liked to wear them. You didn't seem to pause any when it came
time to put on my panties so I was pretty sure you liked them. Once you
wouldn't show me your boxers I knew you had a pair on at the movies.
Mine or not, I knew you had on panties. My kids are gone one weekend
every month. Maybe we can plan ahead and have a girl's night out."
I got a bit uncomfortable with that and she could tell.
"Or a girls night in if you're not that adventurous. We could just have
dinner and movie, a slumber party. Maybe I could give you a makeover, I
bet you would like that."
I stood slowly trying to hold the bag in a way to hide my crouch.
She had noticed though and looking down said, "If your excited now I
can't imagine how you'll be once you get into my lingerie."
With that she gave me a slight kiss on the cheek and I was out the door
and headed to the car with a treasure trove I could have never
imagined. I knew what I was going to be doing the rest of the day.
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