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Dinner With Tammie free porn video
I'm sorry to bother you, James, but I couldn't help but notice the lace
on your panties when you bent over to pick up that report. I hope I'm not
embarrassing you but your shirt tail was out and I just didn't want you
to expose anything more.
How humiliating, that one of my coworkers had seen my panty waistband.
I've only been wearing panties now for like 'my whole life' and nobody
ever caught me before. What to do? God, I can't think right now. "Thank
you, Tammie, for letting me know." "I'll take care of it immediately."
I walked quickly to the men's room and made adjustments. What was Tammie
going to do about this? Was she going to report me? Was she going to ask
personal questions? Was she going to tell everyone else in the building?
I felt like my world just came to an end just by one woman noticing my
underwear wasn't normal for what a man is supposed to be wearing.
I was beet red when I exited the restroom and walked quickly and quietly
to my desk. I sat down and faced the computer screen without looking at
anybody. It felt like everyone else was staring at me. I don't know if
you know what I mean, but it's like if you stole candy from a store and
felt like everyone knew you were a thief. I couldn't concentrate on the
data on the screen. I just kept waiting for a message to pop up asking me
to come to my supervisor's office.
This went on for quite a bit of the day, my being afraid to look up from
my screen. A couple of times my supervisor, Miss Johnson, walked by my
desk and had to tap at the cubicle door to get my attention. "Is
something wrong, James?" she asked. She noted that I'd not normally been
so attentive to the screen. I explained I just had to get a lot of work
done so she left me to my work.
Tammie walked by just around quitting time and asked if I'd plans for the
evening. I've always been interested in Tammie but never had the guts to
ask her out, and now she's talking to me. Cool. I told her I was planning
on going home and taking a nice long bath this evening. "A bubble bath?"
she asked.
She came into my cubicle and talked quietly. "I know I embarrassed you
today, James, and I'm so sorry." "I just didn't want anyone else to see
those pretty panties you're wearing. Those are Victoria's Secret panties,
I noticed. I've got some exactly like those. I've got them in pink and
black. That black pair makes me feel so sexy!"
By this time Tammie knew she was embarrassing me because my face was
totally red and felt like it was burning. She told me I had nothing to
worry about and my secret was safe with her. As a matter of fact, she
said she kind of liked it. She asked if my boyfriend liked seeing me in
pretty panties. I told her I was not dating anyone, and that I was not
homosexual. I explained it would be difficult to be seeing a woman if my
preference for underwear happened to be women's intimates. She nodded in
agreement.
As she was about to leave, she asked if I would like to walk out with
her. Tammie was wearing a light blue cowl neck dress that accentuated her
shapely curves. I couldn't see bra or panty lines and that dress was
right up to her body. She moved her hands over her body and asked if I
liked the dress. Absolutely, I told her that she looked marvelous in that
dress. She smiled and nodded her head in agreement. I followed her out,
walking just behind so I could admire her backside. What a body!
She started walking a little slower forcing me to walk next to her. She
asked if I liked what I saw. Wow! We walked and talked toward the parking
garage. Tammy didn't say anything about my underwear until we got close
to her car. She invited me out to dinner, telling me to forget the bubble
bath and to enjoy the company of others. I agreed and we decided on a
nice restaurant not far from my apartment. She asked me what I was going
to wear.
I told her I was just going to throw on a coat and tie, but said she
meant underneath. She suggested a nice panty girdle, something tight and
feminine. She asked if I had one. I laughed and confirmed I had something
that would fit into that category. She said she wasn't surprised. She
asked me if I had a bra that I might be able to wear under the jacket. I
don't normally wear a bra outside of my home but I confirmed that I had
something to coordinate with the girdle and she smiled with approval,
asking that I wear the bra.
We met right on schedule in front of the restaurant. She rubbed her hand
on my back, feeling for the bra straps and clasp. She asked the color of
the bra and I told her beige, to match the girdle. Good girl, she said.
This had gone way past what I thought would be a small mistake on my part
to a fantasy I'd always dreamed would occur. We entered the restaurant
and Tammie took over. She told the Ma?tre' d where we'd like to sit. She
ordered the wine, and our meals. She kept rubbing her stocking foot over
my slacks, asking me if I was wearing pantyhose with my outfit. I shook
my head. Bummer.
The conversation during the meal was typical chit chat about families and
interests, just getting to know each other. She didn't talk about my
undies and I didn't volunteer anything. She corrected me a few times
about handling silverware a little more delicately and suggested taking
smaller bits. It helps to keep our girlish figures, she informed me. When
she stood to excuse herself to use the restroom, she asked if I'd like to
join her. Once again I turned beet red and informed her I had to use the
'other' restroom. Bummer!
She came back looking radiant. She'd freshened her makeup and just seemed
a whole lot more excited. As I went to the men's room, she took care of
the check and stood by the table waiting to leave. This time she walked a
little behind me and commented on my 'nice butt.' When we exited the
restaurant, she led me towards her car and I was pleasantly surprised
that she opened the passenger side door and asked me to hope in.
I didn't question her. I slid into the car as feminine as I knew how and
she closed the door. She walked around to her side of the door and got
in. She started the engine and drove. I didn't ask any questions about
where we were going. As a matter of fact, neither of us spoke for a while
as she drove, apparently toward her home.
We stopped in front of a beautiful suburban duplex and once again she got
out, walked to my side of the car and opened the door for me. I don't
know why I just sat there expecting that to happen, but felt it was the
right thing to do. She held my hand to assist as I exited my side of the
car. She put her arms around me and kissed me really passionately, like a
man would do to his girl. It was funny that she was wearing the dress and
I the slacks, but when she rubbed her hands on my butt, feeling my panty
line and rubbing her hands on my back, confirming I was wearing a bra, I
felt like the girl in this relationship.
She took me by the hand and walked me toward her front door. She unlocked
the door, opened it, and kicked her shoes off right away. I entered and
removed my shoes as well. She went to the kitchen, pulled two wine
glasses from the cabinet and found a bottle of wine on the counter,
partially emptied.
She poured two glasses quickly and walked toward her bedroom. I followed.
As she entered her bedroom, she placed the wine glasses on the nightstand
and immediately slid out of her dress. She was wearing a beautiful pink
full slip and a bra and panty set I could make out under the slip.
Everything was pink. She walked over to me and started unbuttoning my
shirt. I just stood there letting her do it. My shirt came off and she
saw that I was wearing a camisole. It wasn't all lacy or anything like
that, as I didn't want to get 'caught' so this camisole wasn't the
spaghetti strap kind but managed to cover my bra straps. She lifted this
over my head and went down toward my pants. She unbuckled the belt and
let my slacks fall to the floor. I stepped out of them and stood in front
of Tammie wearing a girdle and coordinating beige bra. The bra looked a
little silly as I have no breasts so Tammie went to her dresser and
pulled some panty hose out and stuffed my bra. Now don't we look just the
sweetest, she said.
She knelt down in front of me and pulled the panty down just enough to be
able to start sucking. And my, how she sucked. I could hear her breathing
through her nose and slopping away at my penis. She told me she liked the
way I sprayed a touch of perfume on my panties. I have never in my life
had a sexual experience as intense as Tammie was now performing. Her
hands kept rubbing on my bottom and panty girdle. She kept looking up at
me and when she had a breath, told me how pretty my bra was. I just stood
there looking down at Tammie and at her pretty bra and breasts. I told
her how pretty her slip was and asked if maybe I could wear it. I told
her that my bra was really comfortable and that I'd bet she'd look great
in it. I started taking my bra off and Tammie slipped my panty girdle
off. When she stood, I helped her remove the slip. I held it up to myself
and admired that image in the mirror. She took off her bra and I helped
her step out of her panties. I held them to my nose and sniffed. I
couldn't help but notice that she was extremely wet. I knelt down in
front of her and started licking as well. I couldn't seem to get enough
of that womanly liquid and had as much trouble breathing as she did. She
lay on her bed and opened herself up to me. I licked her until I knew she
had at least one orgasm.
She reached up and pulled me toward her. We spent a few minutes kissing
until she finally told me to enter her. Make me a whore, she asked me. I
put my penis inside her and she immediately rolled so she was on top of
me. Make me your whore, I asked her. "You're a naughty girl, wearing your
sexiest lingerie and tormenting me at dinner." "I'll bet you flashed your
black lacy panties at me today just to torment me." I lost it about then,
I mean, I had the best orgasm I've ever had. It felt like Niagara Falls
rushing inside Tammie. I don't know if she came at the same time, but our
bodily fluids were flowing like a water spout.
We lay there together for a few minutes, trying to catch our breath.
Tammie rolled over, got up, and went to get a towel. When she walked near
our lingerie lying on the floor, she picked it up and threw it at me.
Mine and hers. Put something on, she directed. She came back a few
moments later with a couple of pink towels and placed them on the bed.
She saw me admiring her panties, bra, and slip. "Pretty, aren't they?" I
asked her if this was what she was wearing all day. She confirmed that
was her lingerie for the day and thought it was funny that she'd wished I
knew that all day. That would have driven me crazy, knowing she was
wearing really pretty, sexy, pink undies and slip under that adorable
sexy dress she had on.
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