This story is fiction and about two consenting adults
The first thing I remember about this wonderful night was a dream I was having after I went to bed. I'd had a nice night by myself at home while my roomie, Steve, was out on a trip with one of his old girlfriends from college. Alone, I had the chance to buy and wear lingerie for several nights in a row, really getting my fill until he returned and made it harder to find the time and place to wear pretty things. That night I'd worn a fetching baby blue satin and lace cami top, matching full back panties, and a silkly pair of pajama pants. I don't do anything special when I wear lingerie. I like to model it for myself, touch myself, run my hands along the silky garments or just enjoy a quiet evening at home. Sometimes I'll go out onto the back porch of the house we're renting and sit with a drink and a cigarette under the stars. No one can see me out there, and I feel so delicate under the night sky in my different get ups.
After I'd slipped under the covers that night I fantasized about various kinds of sexual encounters, but fell asleep before I felt hot enough to stroke myself off. I didn't mind it so much... there's something nice about falling asleep with my cock soft and snug in a pair of silky underwear. My dream was about a woman I work with, an intense scene where we met in her office in the evening after everyone else had gone home. She talked dirty to me and stripped. She danced seductively in her bra and panties, commanding me to approach her and masturbate to her movements. By the end of the dream she was lying on a desk touching herself and moaning while I stood next to her jerking away. I loved the feeling of being dominated by an older woman.
When I woke up my panties were a little wet from all the excitement, and my throat was dry, so I got up to get a drink of water. I sleepily wandered down the hall into the dimly lit kitchen and got the shock of my life. There was Steve fixing himself a cup of tea, home more than a day earlier than he'd planned, while I stood frozen in my clothes, wishing I were dust. Before I could tip toe my way out of the room he spun around quickly and caught his first sight of my deepest secret. His mouth fell open and he nearly dropped his drink. We stood there staring at each other for what seemed like an hour. Still not saying anything, the tension began to make me dizzy and I ran out of the room. I was so flushed and upset that I darted for the bathroom to splash some water on my face. I just couldn't believe I'd been caught, and since Steve and I were only casual friends (and roomates after he answered an ad in the paper), I had no idea how he would react or who would find out. In my panic I began shaking and lamenting the fact that I'd dressed up by myself countless times and never gotten caught, and it seemed so unfair to have to be exposed this way--it seemed like some cruel trick, and as I was brooding about it I looked up in the mirror and noticed Steve standing in the hallway behind me, seeing me bent over the sink in my shame.
"If you want to laugh or move out or whatever, just do it. It's really no big deal, I'm not some freak or anything, but then I can only guess what you're thinking, you probably..."
"Hey, just take a minute and calm down," said Steve, cutting me off before I embarrased myself even more. "I'm not going to out you or anything, I'm just really surprised."
"Me too. Thought you weren't coming home for another day or so." I stammered, as if he'd wounded me somehow.
"Yeah, we decided to shave a day or two off the trip. I just felt like taking tomorrow off and staying home. Maybe read a book. Not sure that I was gonna wear panties, though," he said with a laugh.
"Okay, okay, I'm sure this is really hilarious for you, so get it all out while you can, but I'm going to bed," I said and began to take a step toward Steve. He put up his hands as if to calm me down.
"No need for all that, man. I was just trying to make you feel better. I'm okay with what you're wearing, I mean, your butt looks pretty tight in those knickers."
"Are you just trying to screw with me, 'cause I really don't need that right now," I said sternly.
"Well, maybe," said Steve.
"Maybe what?"
"I'll put it this way: you look really pretty in your outfit."
I still wasn't sure how to take him. Still feeling dizzy and exhausted from the experience of getting caught, Steve could have been ready to toss me out onto the street screaming at me for all I knew. Or worse, slug me.
"Oh," I said sarcastically, "so I guess you're into guys and this is just you're sensitive way of telling me. Well, I'm real sorry I spoiled your straight-guy parade here and forgot to tell you this when you moved in..."
"Yes, I do," he interrupted.
"What?"
"I like guys... almost as much as I like women," he said, smiling a little bit, almost shyly. "And, well, you're a guy, and you're standing here in front of me wearing this really hot womens' lingerie, and I gotta admit, it's getting me kinda hot. I'm just saying you look pretty, okay? Peace?"
Well, I don't have to tell you I was blushing and totally taken by him now. He is gorgeous, about 5'9", muscular, soft blue eyes, dark hair, and smooth skin all over every part of his body I'd been lucky enough to glimse in the few months we'd been renting together.
"Okay, I said," finally calm, "Peace."
With that I went to walk past him to my bedroom and soak up his compliment, and when I did he reached out and pinched the side of my abdomen. I giggled bashfully and moved away from him, but he stepped toward me and did it again.
"Okay, I get the point," I said and took another step.
"Do you?" he asked and pinched me again.
I don't know what came over me next, but I began to run through the house giggling and laughing, and it worked because he began to chase me. It felt so foolish, but I just let go completely while he pursued me, reaching out for me, catching me, letting me go, smacking my butt lightly to encourage our playing, until finally I felt his arms clasp around my waist and he pulled me to the floor in our living room, both of us laughing wildly, where he climbed on top of me and kissed me full on, his hands groping madly at my body, my legs wrapping tightly around his strong waist, all while I made room in my mouth for his penetrating tongue. We kissed like mad for a minute or so until giving into a pause and the urge to breathe deeply.
Steve left my mouth and sat upwards on his knees. I lay before him totally in awe of his cute face and gorgeous body, breathing hard from our play and kisses. He smiled and slowly took off his shirt, revealing the trim physique I knew too well from stealing glances every chance I got.
"Believe me now?" he asked with a teasing laugh. He licked the tip of a finger, and reached down to my waist. I closed my eyes and felt him slip the finger under my panties, just barely touching the tip of my swollen cock. I shuttered at the feel of him poking around down there, and sighed as he continued by running that finger down the inside of my thigh.
"I guess," I said weakly, still panting. "But to be sure, you better step out of those jeans."
To my delight he stood up cooly and began to unbotton and unzip his jeans, wiggling like a stripper as he pushed them down his thighs, where beneath he was wearing a pair of white, cotton briefs. The fabric was showing off his meaty package with breathtaking definition. My mouth fell open at the site of him in his underwear. A little nervous, I tugged at my cami and shifted my legs. I hoped that I was as good looking to him lying there in my silky panties.
Steve noticed I was admiring him, and glanced down at his crotch. He seemed to be telling me that he wasn't about to get back on top of me, and I had no problem with getting up on my knees for him. Faced with his crotch, I put my hands on his tight buttocks and pressed my nose against the pouch of his briefs, full of his cock and musky sweet odor. I felt dizzy inhaling his scent, and immediately tugged his undies down to fill my mouth with him.
His gogeous penis flopped out in front of me, half hard. Perfect. Smooth and pink. Not too long, not too thick, and surrounded by a thick patch of hair.
"Oh, god, your cock is so beautiful," I whispered slowly.
"You're sweet," he whispered. "Go ahead and taste me."
I had him in my mouth before he even said the words. Feeling his meat in my mouth made me moan right away, as his penis grew rock hard against my tongue. In a moment I was licking and sucking like I hadn't ever had sex. I stroked, teased, slurpped, and kissed his cock, and he could barely speak for the pleasure. Before long he guided my head with his hands and began to pump my mouth. Slow at first, and then faster as I opened wide to take his thrusting over and over, the satin around my penis sopping wet now with my excitment and my thirst for him. Muffled by his pumping cock, I moaned and squealed to encourage him. Hearing my cries for him, Steve began fucking my mouth with an intense pace, but he was not being rough, and I rewarded him by massaging his ass with one hand and the base of his cock with my other hand.
I was beginning to yearn for his hot cum, imagining my mouth full of it, when I could tell he was getting a little tired, so I pushed his cock out of my mouth and looked at him. He was lost in his pleasure, his glistening meat pulsating in front of my face. I couldn't help but touch myself then, reaching into my panties to stroke my aching cock. I wanted to wait, but this was too good not to please myself a little. When he opened his eyes he just looked at me, watching me stroke myself. I sat like that for a while, jerking off to him and his erect penis. He seemed to like it, and then I winked at him and stuck my tongue out, slowly taking him inside my mouth again, letting him know I'd do the rest of the work. Again I sucked and sucked him, licking passionately and stroking his slickened shaft, stopping to tickle him gently through his thick pubic hair while I jerked myself furiously with my other hand.
A few seconds passed and I could hear him moaning again, louder and louder as I sucked and licked harder and harder until a thick, hot stream of his creamy cum shot into my mouth, and then another across the top of my tongue. Steve was moaning even louder now, and I pushed his gushing cock out of my mouth in time to catch another stream of cum on my face, a powerful shot on my lips, and finally his last drops landing softly on my neck. Jerking myself off in total abandon now, the ecstacy of being showered by Steve's cream brought me to my own maoning orgasm.
I fell back to the floor in front of him grinning like I was drunk, my panties full of cum, Steve's cum in my mouth and on my face. As Steve collapsed beside me, I swallowed the cum in my mouth. I smiled as he slipped his hand into my messy panties to massage my softening cock. We kissed, and to my sheer joy he took his other hand and began to wipe his semen from my face with his musky briefs, whispering to me sweetly.
"Wear another pair tomorrow," he said, slipping a finger between my buttocks, "and I'll give you a ride you won't forget, panty boy."
I smiled and slipped my tongue in his mouth, whispering, "Deal."