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It began normally enough. Danielle and I were lying in bed in her
apartment, simply fooling around. I would grab her boob; she would tweak
my nipple. We would tussle a little and giggle. We usually did this when
we had nothing better to do on the weekend. We would just lay in bed naked
and fool around, and talk.
We would talk about any number of things. Sometimes we talked about
fantasies we had when we were younger. Sometimes we would discuss the news
of the day or describe what it was like to orgasm. There were no set
topics, and nothing was out of bounds. We just lay there naked, teasing
each other like four year-olds, talking.
I had met Danielle ten months earlier. We had bumped into each other in a
supermarket check out line. Well, actually, she bumped into me. I was
standing in line when she accidentally hit me with her cart. She
apologized, and then we made the requisite small talk. She mentioned how
nice my cucumber looked; I told her I liked her melons. It was nothing
more than the usual, innocent flirting. I paid for my things, gave her a
wave, and left.
That night, I went out with my friends to a bar. We had been in the bar
for about an hour, when some one behind me said, "That's a nice big
cucumber you have there."
I turned around and it was Danielle. She was wearing a tight pair of low-
rise jean, black four-inch heels, and a peach colored sweater with a v-cut
that showed a hint of cleavage. The sweater was angora, and fit her
tightly. Her curly, red hair was pulled back, with just one strand falling
down the middle of her face. I recognized her immediately.
We shook hands, and I complemented her appearance. I bought her a drink,
and we spent the rest of the night talking. That was one thing that always
attracted me to her: we could always talk so easily. When the bar closed,
and they turned the lights back on, we said goodbye and headed towards our
designated drivers.
As I was walking towards the door, Danielle ran up to me. She gave me her
phone number, and then a kiss on the lips. I have always been a bit shy,
so it took me a little by surprise. But, I really liked it.
She said, "Call me."
I replied, "I will."
I tried to wait the required 3 days before calling her. I couldn't do it.
I broke down before the end of the first day. As I dialed the number, the
butterflies in my stomach grew. When she answered, I felt so nervous I
thought I would be sick. I managed to spit out my name. She took over from
there. She made a date to meet at the local coffee shop the next night.
From there, the relationship just grew. We could talk and talk, and grew
very intimate as a result.
Danielle always took the lead in the relationship. She decided where we
were going, what movies we should see, with whom we should hang out. I was
happy for this. It took the "manly" pressure off me. I was very content to
do what she felt like doing. She was also a lot more sexually adventurous
than I was. She loved to do naughty things in public, and try new things
in bed. She would hear about it in a magazine or a friend would tell her
about it and, wham, that night we were trying it.
So, that evening, as we lay in bed, we started talking.
"You know, I noticed something about you," Danielle began.
"What's that?"
"You always complement me on what I'm wearing. And you always are so happy
to go shopping with me, and point out the outfits in the stores you think
would look good on me."
"I hope that doesn't bother you," I replied. I wasn't sure where she was
going with this.
"Not at all. It think it's kind of interesting, that's all." She replied
in a way that implied she wanted to talk more about this topic.
"Well, I complement you because I think that you dress nicely. I try to be
helpful with your shopping and stuff because I know you like to do that,
and I want to be helpful." I was kind of lying. I didn't just notice what
she was wearing, but also what other women wore. I was interested in
women's clothes, partially because I thought there was a lot more chance
for variation in women's fashion. Also, I liked to see women dressed up
and looking good.
"I noticed something else about this, though. You always jump on me when I
am wearing a skirt and sweater." She was right. It was like a natural
aphrodisiac when Danielle would wear a skirt and a sweater. I got an
instant hard-on, and wanted to make love to her the minute I saw her. "But
whenever I'm wearing that, and we have sex, you like me to keep them on.
Is there a reason for that?"
"No?well kinda. I like it when women wear a skirt and sweater. I think
it's feminine, and I love that." My reply indicated I wanted to end the
conversation.
Danielle did not let up. "Is that all? I mean, why have me keep it on?"
I began slowly. "Well, there is more than just how nice you look. I like
to feel the fabric against my skin."
"Really!" Her eyes lit up, and she turned towards me, propping her head up
on her arm. "You do?!?"
I became defensive. "Well, it's not like I wanna wear it or something. I
just like how it feels."
"Just clothes? Or underwear too?"
"I think women's underwear is pretty interesting too."
"So, what, you like how it looks, or how it feels?"
Like I said, I found it easy to talk to her. Whereas with my other
girlfriends I could never have imagined talking like this, with Danielle I
felt comfortable talking about anything.
"I don't know how it feels. I've never worn women's underwear." I was
being honest. While I had brushed up against it in stores and felt it in
my hands, I had never worn women's underwear.
With this, Danielle sprang out of bed. She went over to her underwear
drawer and began to look around in the drawer. She quickly emerged with a
lacy pair of underwear. "Well, no time like the present. Try ?em on."
"What?!? No." I was not interested in wearing women's panties. I thought
it would make me less manly. "I am not going to wear your panties."
"Come on! Who's gonna know? It's just you and me here, and I want you to
try them on." She glared at me.
She was striking, standing there naked. She stood about six feet tall, the
same height as me. Her red hair was free, falling just past her shoulders.
It wasn't overly firey in color, nor was it muted. It was a perfect
combination of the two. Her skin was soft and glowing. She took meticulous
care of her skin, applying various creams in the morning and at night.
Her pert breasts stood out perfectly. She kept saying she wanted a boob
job, and I would always tell her that her C size was perfect for me.
But it was Danielle's pussy that was the most wonderful part. She had hair
1/2 inch all around, perfectly red in color like the stuff on her head.
She kept all the other hair plucked, so it always looked fresh and clean.
She said shaving let the hair grow back too quickly and didn't look as
clean, so she plucked it. The outer lips concealed everything, giving no
hint of the tight warmth and moistness inside. But, oh, once inside, that
pussy was heaven. It formed to my penis, so that it was like a mold
specially made to get me off. It was wonderful.
"Dani, I don't want to. It's not really all that manly, you know?" I
replied weakly.
"Come on. Please. Who cares how manly it is? It just you and me, and you
know I always think you're manly." She made a pouty look at me.
I thought about it. She was right. There was no one else around. And she
did always make me feel manly. She would hide in my chest during scary
parts of the movie, and always let me drive. Of course, she always picked
the place, but she always let me drive. She saw me considering this, and
jumped on my momentary reflection.
"Just put them on. It won't hurt you, and you can take them right off if
you don't like them," she encouraged.
I looked at her. Her blue eyes were almost pleading. "Alright, I'll do it.
But only for a second, and only because you look so pitiful begging."
She quickly handed the panties to me, afraid I might change my mind. I
took them, and held them out. They were truly feminine. They were made of
satin, with lacey ruffles around the waistband and leg holes. They were
pink in color, with deeper pink little hearts all over them. They were a
pair of briefs, so they would cover my butt.
I hesitantly put my foot through one of the holes, as if touching the
panties would make me sick or something. I then put my other leg through.
I carefully pulled the panties up. As I got them above my knees and
towards my crotch, the material started to touch my legs. It was smooth
and cool. The lace around the holes felt delicate against my skin.
I gently pulled them up to my waist where they were supposed to sit. I was
a marathon runner, so was naturally slim. Danielle and I were about the
same height, and so the panties fit pretty comfortably. My penis was
pointing upwards towards my chest. The feel of the material was smooth and
clean. I kind of liked it.
"There, happy?" I proclaimed. I quickly began to take them off.
"Wait, Wait! You can't just put them on and whip them off like that. Tell
me how it feels. I want to know." Danielle stood over by the dresser
looking at me with a smile of satisfaction on her face.
"They feel smooth. Happy?" I had my fingers at the waistband, ready to
pull down the panties.
"Come on! Does it feel nice? Are they comfortable? Do you like how you
look in them? Go over to the mirror and take a look. Do you like the
look?" She took me by the hand and walked me over to the mirror.
I stood there looking at myself in her pink panties, with lace around my
legs and waist. I kind of enjoyed it. I turned so I could see my profile.
The holes for the legs were cut high, so that there was only a thin strip
of satin connecting the front with the back. I ran my hands over my butt,
and felt the fabric press against my bare skin. It felt good. I turned and
faced front again. I looked at the bulge of my penis and scrotum mashed
up.
"Well, you have to fix that." With that, Danielle stuck her hands into the
panties and adjusted my cock and balls. Now, my penis was lying inside the
panties, with my balls on either side. "Isn't that better?"
"Yeah, actually it is."
I looked again. The panties looked kind of nice. Now that my cock and
balls were lying down closer to my butt, the panties fit better. I could
feel the material as it rubbed against the head of my cock. It felt good.
The satin was smooth against my balls. I had always shaved my balls, so
there was no friction between any hairs and the smoothness of the panties.
"Hold on one second!" Danielle ran back over to her dresser. She went back
to her underwear drawer and produced a bra. It was the same color as the
panties, with the same heart pattern. The bra was also made of satin, and
there was lace around the tops of the cups. Danielle ran back over to me.
"Put out your arms!"
I was almost in a trance, standing there staring at myself in the mirror.
I did as she commanded, and she slipped the bra straps up over my arms.
Before I knew it, she was standing behind me, fastening the back closure.
I looked at this new image of myself, not ashamed or embarrassed. The
satin felt smooth and good against my skin. The lace tickled me where it
rubbed. My penis began to get hard.
Danielle stood behind me. She began to rub my cock through the panties.
She then began to message my nipples through the bra. The sensation was
wonderful. The silkiness as it rubbed against me was like nothing I had
ever felt before. My cock stiffened.
"Doesn't that feel good?" Danielle whispered into my ear from behind.
"Yeah, actually it does." It would have been no use lying. My cock would
have given me away immediately. It was sticking straight out from the
panties.
"Well, goodness, some one is certainly enjoying this, isn't he? Let me
take care of that," she whispered from behind.
Danielle took me by the hand and led me back to her bed. She laid me down
on the bed and positioned herself on my side. She carefully pulled my dick
out through one of the leg holes in the panties. The lace rubbed right at
the base. It felt wonderful.
She carefully licked the precum from the tip of my penis. I shuddered. She
began to lick up and down the shaft, stopping to flick her tongue at the
head. While she did this, she messaged my balls through the panties. Her
other hand was rubbing my chest. To be more exact, she was kneading my
chest, as if I had tits. She would occasionally play with my nipples,
making sure they stayed hard.
She placed the head of my dick in her warm, wet mouth. With only the head
in, she ran her tongue around the edge. Then she went all the way down my
shaft, and came back up. She came off the head, and I heard a pop. All the
time, Danielle was kneading my chest through the satin bra. She continued
to bob up and down on my dick. I was on the verge of cumming. She
continued to message my balls, and put me right on the edge.
"I'm gonna cum!" I always told her so she could move out of the way.
This time, though, she didn't move. She kept right on sucking and
messaging my balls and chest. My balls clenched up, and my load shot right
into the back of her mouth. Danielle didn't miss a beat, and she kept on
sucking as the cum filled her mouth. She continued sucking and drank the
cum greedily.
When I had pumped the last of my load into her mouth, she stopped sucking,
but stayed down by my crotch. She put my dick back into the satin panties.
She rubbed my balls and now diminishing cock through the panties, and kept
playing with my chest through the bra. The feeling of the satin as she
rubbed me sent shivers and electric charges through my body.
Danielle looked up and gave me a smile. She came up to my face and gave me
a deep, passionate kiss. Our tongues tussled back and forth, and we
continued to kiss for several minutes. Her mouth tasted oddly salty. It
was something I had never tasted, but it was not objectionable. Rather, it
was new.
When we broke the kiss, Danielle looked into my eyes. Her eyes shimmered
blue.
"I love you," she said. She had never said that to me before. I had felt
that way about her, but had not said anything to her.
"I love you too. Very much," I replied. We kissed again.
We lay there in bed, holding each other tightly. I was still wearing the
bar and panties. The feeling was oddly comforting. It felt smooth and
good, and I liked it. In a few minutes, I let my embrace go, and cuddled
up to Danielle's chest. She held me.
We fell asleep there together. I was still cuddled up closely to her, and
she held me tightly in her embrace. She was naked, and I lay next to her
in the pink panties and bra set she had given me to wear.
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