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On the road again. Unlike the song, I really didn't like being on the road for work. It's a huge hassle with packing, unpacking, making sure things look good, there's always a problem -- ALWAYS! Working in advertising, I find that I need several business outfits, both professional and casual depending on what circumstance I may come across.
It's really rather amazing how much can be done on the road anyway. With my laptop and the high speed internet -- I'm as plugged in on the road as I am at the office. What sucks is being away from my wife and kids, they're really great about me being away, especially since my wife knows that I make a really good living and they have a good home to live in, nice neighborhood and good schools.
That security and safety makes me work hard at my job and it's not uncommon for me to be gone 2-3 days each week. However, a big project was kicking off and I had to be away for nearly an entire week. I packed in a hurry as I was the only person going out to see my clients and I knew that I'd have to pack all sorts of things since we'd likely have a chance to not only work but do some social meetings with drinks and likely some golf if the weather held out.
So I packed up late into the night before my 7AM flight, barely got 4 hours of sleep as I jammed on emails and messages to co-workers. The weather was crappy, rainy and cold as I got to the airport. Once on the flight, I had a decent seat because I get upgrades on my business travel. I relaxed, fell asleep and tried to make the best of a 2-hour flight. On touchdown I was greeted by awesome warm weather, must have been about 75 and sunny at 9AM.
I made my way to the client right away, which was typical; we got going at 10 and didn't stop until nearly 6. I was pretty tired and looking forward to getting to the hotel for some down time. With a few clients, we went to get a bite, have a few drinks and finally called it a night at 8. The thing about the road is you really have no down time. Even socially, you're with a client and have to be on your game.
I got to the hotel at around 8:30 and checked in, I was so tired but so glad to get in my room so I could unpack, check some email and hit the sack for a better sleep. As I pulled items out, I put them away in the drawers and hung everything up. But, I noticed, something missing -- my goddamn underwear! Crap! In my rush I had left out my underwear, I only had the ones I had on. The thought of wearing the ones I had more than a day was pretty disgusting and my head spun thinking of what I could do, like wash em in the sink. Looking at the clock, it was nearly 9; I called the front desk and asked if any of the big chain stores were still open. They told me of one that was open until 10 or 11 and that it was a short distance, perfect!
Leaving the hotel, I made my way down the street, about 6 blocks to this department store. The layout was really odd. Instead of being a true men's department and women's department, they tried to mix both into similar spaces. Men's slacks and pants were right next to the women's slacks and pants. I finally found the men's underwear, and just like the rest of the store, women's lingerie was right next to it. As I looked at the boxer briefs I typically wear I had a strange desire to look at the women's area from a safe distance in the men's things. I could see a whole host of really sexy lingerie, the type that you see on the sluts in porno magazines; stockings, garters, teddies and all in lacy, splashy colors. The kind of underwear a married gal doesn't put on, only the women that want to keep a man put that kind of stuff on.
I toyed for a moment with the fantasy of getting something naughty for my wife. Would she wear it? Hell no! She'd give me an "in your dreams!" response. I looked around, heck, this place was empty. I decided, if I can't get it for her, why not indulge my fantasies and at least get a good look at the sexy things I'd like to see her in? It was like a cheap thrill walking into the ladies area and looking around. Like a kid at Christmas, I saw all the things that make for hot fantasies. Lace, satin, sheer materials that she'd never wear were all around me. The naughty teddy's and thigh high stockings were plentiful. My wife had claimed that stuff was uncomfortable and not practical so she didn't wear it. I was growing bolder as time went on.
Being on the road, away from everyone, I had a thought pop into my head that I could barely believe. Why not get some of these panties? Why not buy some of these things that I fantasize about and take them back to the hotel? Nobody would know, I was 1000 miles from home and it was pretty late.
My face felt warm and flush as I started to pick some items. My hands shook! I was like a kid grabbing at his first porno magazine. I found 3 pairs of panties, different colors and materials and then decided why not go for it? I then took two pairs of thigh highs, and a garter belt. Finally, I saw a camisole, I loved how it looked on a mannequin, and I thought it was hotter than a bra since it covers your back and most of your stomach. Not knowing the size, I went big; most of the things were either a large or a size 10.
I then went back, grabbed some boxer briefs for myself, which was the main reason I was there in the first place and headed to the cashier. This part was really nerve wracking. I went up and tried to play it cool but I felt as if all the blood in my body was in my head from embarrassment. The cashier rang up all the items, she was pretty cool about it and only said casually "some gifts for the wife". I gave a quick grin and just said, "a surprise". She smiled warmly and I charged the items and made my way out.
I was nearly in a sweat as I walked out. I was so amazingly nervous and paranoid! Thinking that all the people on the street knew what was in the bag when there was no possibly way. Quickly, the elevator opened and I was ushered to my room. Once inside I put the bag down on the bed, and sat for a moment trying to relax. After a few moments, I opened the bag and took out each item, removing the tags and inspecting the softness and feeling each had. I removed the stockings from the package and the garter belt as well.
I found that my cock was so hard as I thought about the sexy lingerie. My hands touched all the items and it was amazing. These items were all so dainty and soft, I was amazed that they could stand up to a washing in a machine let alone a person wearing them. The hose in particular were intriguing, so sheer but I knew they weren't going to fall apart. I was now more curious than ever. I put my hand into the stocking and it felt amazing how the sheer material hugged my hand.
Soon, the thoughts in my head had me thinking about how I could possibly try on some of the things I had. I mean, who cared if it fit? It would mostly be about the sensation of the soft material and nobody would know. It's not like I was some sort of fag or anything, I was just a horny guy, curious about these things.
Soon, I was naked and sliding panties up my body for the first time. The sensation was amazing! The material that seemed so flimsy but it held me so well. Obviously, it was snug but that made it feel even more erotic. The way the panties gripped my behind was also new and exciting. I'd never felt something as intimate as these panties, they were satin and lace and they felt just plain amazing.
My cock strained against the panties and I was so turned on. My hand went to my cock and I massaged it, it was better than any time I'd ever felt myself before. Slowly, I moved my hand on the outside of my panties, touching the length of my cock from tip to base. I actually let out a soft moan as I lay back on my bed in my hotel room, now stroking my cock. As my cock grew even harder than I had ever remembered it being. It was nearly painful! I moved my ass on the bed, feeling the sensation of the sheer material moving so slightly as I rocked my hips.
I couldn't stand it any longer, I pulled my cock out of the side of the panties, so I could keep them on while stroking. With my hard cock free, I slowly gripped it and played. God -- it was so erotic. Feeling so turned on, I knew, I was not only about to cum but it was going to be a huge blast! My hips rocked up and down as I was now fucking my hand, panting as I built up my orgasm, rocking the bed!
When I came, it was explosive! The first jet shot several feet into the air. It literally went over my shoulder as I exploded. Gasping as I came, the next few shots landed on my stomach and lower chest. I groaned loudly as my cock throbbed out gobs of hot cum. I was panting, with a light sweat. My body was tingling, as I lay back in a pair of panties, with my cock spent, yet still hard. I groaned, and melted into the bedspread, sexually spent from what I'd just experienced.
I also had a feeling that, like the previous night, I wouldn't get a whole lot of sleep, as I looked down at all the other items I had purchased.