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I awoke the next morning before Danielle. I put on a robe I kept at her
apartment and went in to the kitchen to make breakfast. I decided we
would have pancakes. By the time Danielle woke up I had already set the
table and was just finishing up on the last batch of pancakes.
"Mornin' sleepy head," I said as I flashed her a quick smile.
"Hi," she said as she yawned.
She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes as she sat. I poured her coffee and
served her pancakes.
"I like having you here. It's great to wake up to breakfast like this,"
she said as she sipped her coffee.
"I like being here," I replied as I flashed her a smile.
"What are the plans for the day?" she asked as she took her first bite of
pancakes.
"I'm not in charge," I replied as I sat down and began eating. "I do have
to go back to my apartment and get some new clothes. I also have to look
at the letter my landlord sent me. My lease is up in two months, and they
want me to renew."
Danielle made no reply. She went on eating her pancakes, simply nodding
her head in acknowledgement. We kept eating breakfast without talking
abut anything of substance. When we finished Danielle cleared the table
and did the dishes. I volunteered, but she told me I had done enough. As
she washed, I sat and drank my coffee on the couch. I read a girls
magazine she had on the coffee table. They were talking about the new
fashions for the coming season. I took due note of the new skirts and
tops that were to be in style soon. Soon Danielle joined me on the couch.
"Enjoying that, sweetie?" she asked, flashing me a smile.
"You know, I like to keep up with the latest rage," I said, only half
joking.
"I've been thinking about what you said about your apartment. I think you
should move in with me."
"Really?" I was interested, but didn't want to agree too quickly. I was
worried about my independence, and what would happen if she and I broke
up.
"Really. It doesn't make any sense that we should have two separate
apartments. We get along really well, and if we live together we can both
save money. Plus, that way I'll get to see you more often," she replied.
"Well, I had to be a party-pooper, but what if we break-up?"
"Well, I'll kill you," she said, flashing me a big smile. "If we break
up, we break up. We will have to deal with that if it comes. I don't
think it's a good idea if we worry about that now."
"Alright. Sounds good to me," I replied enthusiastically.
With that resolved, we got up to get ready for the day. We went to the
bathroom together, where I saw my panties and bra on the floor. Danielle
picked them up and handed them to me.
"Here sweetie. We need to clean these."
She turned on the water in the sink and took out some ivory she kept
below. She added some ivory, and then had me put the panties into the
water. She showed me how to gently rub the material between my hands to
get it clean. I got them clean, and then did the same with the bra. I
wrung them out and hung them over the heater.
"Very good, sweetie. Like you were born to do it! Just like my little
pantyboy!" Danielle exclaimed.
I turned red. I was not used to being called a pantyboy, or to washing my
panties and bra. Danielle noticed.
"Oh, I'm sorry sweetie. Did I embarrass you? I didn't mean to. I'm
sorry."
"No, it's ok. It's just new for me, that's all," I replied, trying to
sound strong.
"Soon you'll be used to it, I'm sure. I'm very proud of how well you did
you cleaning," she said and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
We climbed into her shower together. I watched as Danielle lathered
herself up with her body lotion, using a lufa to clean herself fully. I
began to get a chubby.
"Here sweetie, I'll clean you off," she said, turning to me with the
lufa.
I usually used a bar of soap I kept there. I never used body wash, nor a
lufa. I looked at her.
"Come on sweetie. How many men would love to have a beautiful woman wash
them down?" she said, as she smiled at me.
She was right. Any number of men would love to have Danielle wash them,
even if it was with sweet smelling soap. I relented.
She started by washing my chest, scrubbing hard with the lufa. She moved
to my arms, ensuring that my underarms got a good scrub. She skipped my
crotch and washed down my legs and feet.
"You know, I bet you would look really hot in your underwear if you were
smoother," she said, looking up from my legs and feet.
"That's not happening," I replied quickly.
"Well, not today," she retorted.
She then went to clean my crotch. She took my penis in her hand, and I
braced for a harsh scrubbing like the rest. Instead, Danielle gently
rubbed my cock with the lufa, cleaning all sides and the head. She put
some soap in her hand and rubbed my balls, and then back up my cock. My
dick responded appropriately.
"We have to get his big guy all cleaned up. I want him to smell good," as
she worked.
When she had finished washing my cock, and her was standing at complete
attention, she asked me to turn around. This time she did not start with
the lufa. Instead she put more soap on her hand and began cleaning my ass
cheeks. She fondled and messaged my ass as she went. She then put her
hand between my crack. I tensed automatically.
"Relax, sweetie. I'm just cleaning. Nothing else."
I relaxed my ass, and she began moving her soapy hand up and down my
crack, applying pressure as she went. She ran her hand up and down
several times. I let out an involuntary moan. I didn't know where it came
from, and I turned red. Danielle ignored my embarrassment and kept
running her hand up and down my ass crack.
She reached around to my cock as she continued her cleaning of my ass
crack. She began moving my cock skin back and forth, jerking me off while
cleaning my ass. I responded by breathing more rapidly, and relaxing my
ass more. Danielle then took her pinky finger and slipped the tip into my
ass. I let out a gasp and clenched my ass.
"It's ok sweetie. Just relax. Enjoy it. If you don't like it, I'll take
it out," she said, reassuring me that she knew what she was doing.
I relaxed my ass, and she put her pinky in to her first knuckle. I began
to breathe faster. Danielle responded by jerking my dick faster, and
burying her pinky further. Soon, as she was sliding my cock's skin back
and forth she was moving her pinky in and out of my ass.
I loved it. The feeling of her pinky in my ass added a new dimension to
the pleasure of her jerking me off. It was something I had never known
before. Before long I was close to cumming.
"Catch your cum for me sweetie," she whispered to me from behind. "Put
your hand out and catch your cum like a good little pantyboy."
I immediately put my hand in front of my cock head. It was a good thing I
did because in five seconds I was pumping my seed into my hand. I caught
as much as I could, but much of it spilled into the shower.
"Oh, that's too bad," Danielle commented as she saw it run past her feet
and into the drain. "But that's ok, pantyboy. You'll get better at
catching it soon, I'm sure."
She continued rubbing my cock and fingering my ass until the last of my
cum leaked out. I turned to face her, a big smile on my face.
"And this?" I asked, holding my cum filled hand out for her to see.
"That's for us. It's our dessert, after that wonderful breakfast you
made."
With that Danielle took my hand and slurped up the cum into her mouth.
She then grabbed me by my head and kissed me. At first I resisted opening
my mouth to the cum, but then relented. Danielle pushed it into my mouth,
filling my taste buds with the flavor of my own cum. We swapped my cum
back and forth a few times, until finally we each had about half of it.
Danielle swallowed it.
"Ahh. Delicious. Eat all of yours too, pantyboy," she said, looking at me
standing there with my mouth full of cum.
I swallowed hard and the cum washed down the back of my throat. I enjoyed
the feeling of the warmth and thickness as it passed down. I smiled.
"That's good sweetie," Danielle said with a smile. "I guess I liked that,
cause I'm all wet now," she said as she put her fingers down to her
pussy. "Want to finger fuck me?"
She didn't have to ask a second time. I put my hand to her crotch and
felt her moisture as it mixed with the water from the shower. I ran two
finger around the outside lips of her pussy, and the inserted them. I
felt her wetness as her pussy enveloped my fingers. She let out a moan. I
felt for the g-spot with my fingers as I began masturbating her. She
shivered when I found it. I began to play with it, and she responded by
breathing harder. I took my thumb, and as I worked her g-spot, I messaged
her clit.
My other hand grabbed her soft tit, kneading it gently. I rolled the
nipple between my fore and middle finger, flicking it with my thumb. She
let out a low, log moan. Soon she was moving back and forth on my
fingers, working rhythmically with my thumb and fingers. Her breathing
grew more shallow, and soon she was cumming on my fingers. I pressed
harder against her clit and messaged her whole breast. She rode my
fingers for a minute, and then began to relax.
"Give me those," she said as she pulled my finger from her cootch. She
placed my fingers into her mouth and sucked all of her pussy juices off
of them. "Good for the goose, good for the gander, right sweetie," she
said with a wink.
"I think so," I replied.
We exited the shower after rinsing off. I grabbed my clothes from the
living room, where I had left them after my strip tease last night. I put
on my underwear. My boxer briefs did not feel nearly as good as the
wonderful lingerie I had worn the night before. A sour look came over my
face as I watched Danielle pull on a pair of frilly satin panties. She
noticed.
"What's the matter sweetie? You like your panties more?" she asked.
"Well, these aren't nearly as nice," I told her truthfully.
"Well, maybe we can fix that," she said with a glint in her eye.
I flashed her a smile, not knowing what she was thinking, but certain I
would find out soon. I put on my shirt and pants, and then went into the
living room. I picked up the magazine I had been reading earlier, knowing
that it would be at least thirty minutes before Danielle would be ready
to go.
I managed to read four articles in the magazine, including one on how to
please your man in bed and another on how to match lipstick with your
mood, when Danielle came out of her bedroom. She wore a pair of hip
hugger jeans, a white, cotton button-down blouse, and brown four-inch
heels. She had her hair up in a bun, and wore dangling brown earrings.
Her blouse had the top two buttons undone, and she wore a pendant
necklace, which fell right in the middle of her chest.
I smiled as I saw her. She looked so exquisitely put together, as she
always did. She looked like a woman who could take control of any
situation, and who was good at being in control. I liked it.
"So, I figured out what we should do," she began in a confident tone.
"While we're out we'll go ahead and make arrangements to get your stuff
over here. We can get some boxes. Then we are going to go to your place
and go through your stuff and decide what to keep and what to throw out.
That should take us awhile. We can box up what we are taking, and then,
if possible, we'll bring t over here. If we need to, we can rent a truck
to carry over the rest, though we'll have to see how much we're keeping.
"You can go ahead and notify your landlord that you won't be renewing the
lease. Tell him your going to move out by the end of next week, and see
if you can get some money back. We'll go back sometime next week to next
weekend and clean up the place, and then you can give him your keys.
"If we have time, we can do a little shopping," she concluded, giving me
a little wink. "Ready? Of course you are. OK, get your keys and let's
go."
Danielle put on her long, grey winter coat and turned the collar up. She
looked like the woman in charge. I put on my short pea coat, and with
that we were off. We went to the local storage place and bought some
boxes and packing tape. In no time we were at my apartment.
I went back into my bedroom to change clothes, and Danielle followed me.
As I took off my dirty clothes, she went to my bureau. She pulled out a
pair of underwear, and laid it on the bed. She then went to my closet and
began looking through my sweaters. She pulled out a pink wool one made of
chunky stitching. I had gotten it as a gift a year and a half ago and had
never worn it.
"Wear this one," she said as she put it on the bed.
"Dani, I've never worn that. It was a gift from my aunt in Colorado."
"Look, sweetie, what did you tell me? You liked the feel of my sweaters,
right? Well, here you have one that would feel just like some I wear.
Just put it on and see how it looks. If you, or I, don't like it, you can
take it off."
I went to my bureau to put on an undershirt.
"What are you doing?" she asked as I pulled out a shirt.
"I'm putting on an undershirt," I answered, confused at the question.
"Did I put out an undershirt? No. If you like the feel of my sweaters
against your naked skin, then you should like the feel of your own. Now,
put that back and put on your sweater."
I put the undershirt back in the drawer and went to pick up the sweater.
As I did, Danielle went back to my bureau. She pulled out a pair of jeans
I had not worn since I bought them six months ago. I had bought them
thinking I would like the tight fit, but discovered I didn't. They sat
too low on my hips, and were really tight in my crotch. The way they fit
me made me look like I didn't have anything downstairs.
"And wear these. I know you think they're too tight, but I like how they
accentuate your hip bone and cling to your ass. And put on those shiny
penny loafers you have. They'll look cute with this outfit."
She put the jeans on the bed and left the room. I took the sweater in my
hands. I pulled it onto my arms and over my head. Soon I was enveloped in
its itchy wool confines. I felt the material as it rubbed against my
nipples, still sore from the night before. Danielle was right; I did like
the way it felt against my naked skin. It rubbed me and made my dick perk
up. I smiled at how smart she was.
I pulled on the jeans she chose for me to wear. Before I did up the
button and zipped them closed, I rearranged my cock and balls so that
they were tucked underneath. After I zipped up the pants, I ran may hands
over my ass, thinking about what Danielle had said. I walked over to the
mirror and looked at myself.
The jeans looked similar to the pair Danielle was wearing. They clung
tight to my ass, lifting it and pulling it apart slightly. I pulled up my
sweater slightly, and could see the tops of my hip bones sticking out. I
looked pretty cute, I thought.
I went to my closet and found the shiny penny loafers Danielle had
instructed me to wear. I slipped on a pair of socks and then the shoes. I
stood in front of the mirror one last time.
The way the light hit me, I thought I looked kind of feminine. The pink
sweater flushed my face with soft color, and then jeans clung to my ass
like a woman's. The loafers made me look like a preppy girl out on a
relaxed trip.
"Dani, you don't think this makes me look kinda girly?" I asked her.
"No," she answered from the other room. I could hear her looking around
in my drawers, and knew she was deciding what to take and what to toss.
"Now stop procrastinating and go talk to your landlord. I saw his light
on when we came in, so you should be able to get him."
I spoke with the Landlord for about 15 minutes. When I returned, Danielle
was in my bedroom. She had my clothes organized into piles.
"Oh good, your back. Look, I organized your stuff. This pile is work
stuff, the other pile has underwear and socks, this one in the middle are
everyday clothes you should keep, and the final one are clothes you
should get rid of," she said as she pointed to the corresponding piles.
The pile of clothes she wanted to get rid of was what caught my
attention. The clothes there were my t-shirts, with sayings like "Chick
Magnet" and "Who's your Daddy." There were also flannel shirts and all of
my other pairs of jeans. I picked a pair up off the pile.
"Why are you getting rid of my jeans?" I asked her.
"They don't look good on you. You should get more like the kind your
wearing. We can go out tomorrow or sometime next weekend and buy you some
new ones. And those shirts are tacky and old. I don't think you should
keep them. But, if you want them, then take them," she said, daring me to
take things off her throw out pile.
"Whatever you think is best," I said, relenting to her will.
Within a few hours we had my whole apartment packed up. Most of the stuff
I had was second hand, as I had never gotten rid of it after college. We
(well really Danielle) decided I should just get rid of it, rather than
putting it into storage.
"Save yourself the money and us the work, right sweetie?" she said
flashing a smile she knew would melt me.
"Right, Dani," I responded automatically.
We packed the few boxes into my car, and then made some phone calls to
wrap up some of the final items. After I got off the phone with the phone
company to have my calls routed to Danielle's number, I turned off the
lights, and we were off. From now on, I was going to be living with her,
always under her watchful eye and counsel. I was excited by the thought
of it.
On the way back to Danielle's place, she told me to stop off at the mall.
She said we had to get some stuff, since I was going to be living with
her. I pulled into a parking spot, and stepped out of the car. A cold
wind blew through my open jacket and made my nipples stand up. They
rubbed against my sweater as I walked, and in response my dick began to
press against its confines in the jeans. It was slightly uncomfortable,
but I smiled at the discomfort.
As we walked in, Danielle began to rub my ass. I would never have done
that to her, knowing that she didn't like that kind of public display.
But I enjoyed it. I could feel her hand is it moved back and forth on my
ass. She would run her hand around the contour of each cheek. Every once
and awhile she would run her hand up my crack with a little pressure. My
dick responded appropriately.
Danielle and I went to an upscale lingerie store on the second floor. I
told her that she didn't need to get anything special just to turn me on.
I liked her naked just fine.
"Oh, I know how to turn you on, sweetie. Just hold on," she said as she
flashed me a wicked grin and the mischievous flash appeared in her eyes.
We walked in and went to the panties. We went by the cotton ones and
right for the lacy, frilly panties. Danielle began to look through them,
and would pull various pairs out and set them aside. Once she had five of
them, she turned to me.
"Feel these, and tell me what you think."
I did as she instructed. I held them in my hands, and rubbed them between
my fingers. They all felt smooth and delicious as I rubbed them. The
final pair were deep purple. They were silk, but had lace sewn into them
throughout. The crotch was solid lace. I rubbed them, and just about
melted as I touched them. Danielle picked up on this.
"Good. That was the pair I figured you would like. Now let's go to the
bras," she said as she took me by the hand. I held the panties in my
hand.
As we were looking through the bras on one of the tables, a saleswoman
came over.
"Can I help you find anything today?" she asked.
"Yes," replied Danielle, "where are your lacy, frilly bras?"
"Oh, they're back here. Follow me."
The sales woman led the way to an area towards the back of the store.
Danielle moved to the table and started looking through the bras like a
woman on a mission. She found one that matched the panties I held in my
hand. Half the cup was satin, and the rest was lace. It looked wonderful.
"Do you have this in 38-A?" Danielle asked the saleswoman.
"Yes, we do. I guess this isn't for you?" the woman said, confusedly
looking at Danielle's ample breasts.
"No, it's not for me. It's for my sweetie," Danielle replied, giving no
hint that she was talking about me.
I blushed none-the-less. I had not expected Danielle to take me here to
find lingerie for me. I got a little uncomfortable, and glanced at
Danielle to show her my discomfort. She just mouthed the word "relax" and
took the panties from my hand. She went up front to pay, and the
saleswoman handed her a pink bag with tissue paper sticking out of the
top. I met Danielle at the front door.
"Here, you carry this, sweetie," she said, just loud enough for the
saleswoman inside to hear as she handed me the bag. I immediately turned
red.
We walked back out of the mall, Danielle once again rubbing my ass. I had
an excited feeling in my stomach. It took all the self control I had to
not open the bag right there and feel the silky underwear in my hands.
Finally we reached the car.
"Dani, why did you buy me more underwear?" I asked as I started the car.
"Oh sweetie, you are so naive. You can't always wear the same underwear.
It's not right. It's dirty, and I don't want a dirty pantyboy, do I?" she
said.
"But Dani, I'm not going to wear panties all the time. That was just a
one time thing," I replied.
"A two time thing, sweetie. And didn't you like it? Didn't it feel
wonderful as that material clung to your body? Doesn't it excite you?"
she asked. She began to rub my crotch as she spoke.
"Sure I liked it. But still."
"But still, what sweetie? That's not a complete thought. I know you feel
excited thinking about that smooth, lacy underwear," as she spoke, she
kept rubbing my crotch. She began rubbing my chest through my sweater.
The material rubbed roughly against my pink, sore nipples. "I know it
took all the self-control you had not to ram your hand into that bag and
feel the material in your hands. I know you want to rub it against your
face, and feel the lace against your cheek. Why don't you do that now?
It's just you and me, and you can do whatever you want."
She did not have to make the suggestion a second time. I grabbed the
panties out of the bag and rubbed them against my face. The feeling was
magical, and I could only imagine how the material would feel against my
crotch.
"See, I knew you would like it," Danielle said. "Now, why don't we drive
home, and we can relax together. I know I would like that. Wouldn't you?
Just relax with me?" She kept rubbing my chest and crotch.
I put the panties back in the bag and began driving home. The whole way
home, Danielle alternated between rubbing my crotch and my chest. I
almost crashed twice because I got so caught up in the wonderful
sensations she was causing.
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