Robs Sissy Boy

At sixteen, I was starting to get more comfortable being with girls. I went on dates, but was too shy to go beyond handholding and a peck on the lips at the end of the night. I believe my shyness, not my genes, was the reason I accepted and enjoyed sex with guys. I needed someone's affection. Whether it was with a girl or guy I didn't care.

When Rob went away to college, I was left with a sexual emptiness. While I still loved to dress in my sissy undies, I missed the physical pleasures that we gave and received from each other. As the weeks passed, I began to feel frustrated. My bum needed some attention. I craved the feeling of warm sticky goo being pumped into my horny ass again. But I had no one to fill my need.

I got naughty thrills wearing satin and lace under my male clothes. This left me in a constant state of arousal. I wore panties almost exclusively. I wore them to school, to work and even to church. I had to plan around gym class though. I sometimes thought that I could get away with wearing plain white nylon panties on gym days. But I would always chicken out while getting dressed for fear of being found out while dressing in the locker room. Being found out as a sissy was a major concern at school. I tried to be as careful as possible. I would toss my clean cotton jockeys in the dirty clothes so mom wouldn't get suspicious.

As I became bolder, I started to wear a garter belt, stockings and panties to work. As a stock-boy, I wore an apron that went to my knees. This hid the telltale signs of garter clasps in the front. The clasps in the back were what I feared could have given me away. Wearing my loosest jeans helped to avoid any noticeable bumps. For weeks, I had worn my girly things at work undetected. Until one Saturday night when my secret was exposed, caught dressed in lingerie with my pants down around my ankles.

When the restroom was empty, I would sit to pee, just like a girl. I pulled my cockette out thru a leg opening, and let it flow. Sometimes the door stall latch wouldn't catch. So I would hold a foot at the bottom of the door to keep it shut. That particular night, the store had closed and everyone else was up front or had already been let out, or so I thought. Either the manager or the assistant manger would stay to close up. As I wrapped up the last of my jobs in the stockroom, I felt the urge to piss and headed to the restroom.

It was nine-thirty. The door to the restroom was propped open after having been cleaned. The stall latch didn't work but I figured that no one else was around. I planned a quick pee then leave for home. So I left the stall door ajar. Dropped my jeans and sat on the toilet. I was wearing my pink tap pants, garter belt and white nylons. With my pants down around my ankles, I let it pour. I was just about done when the stall door suddenly flew completely open. I was frozen in terror. In front of me stood our young assistant manger, Tim. I was sick to my stomach. The fear of getting my ass kicked by some homophobic guy was always in the back of my mind. It was the late sixties, when sissies like me, were openly called "fags" or "queers". Any tolerance of panty wearers was decades away. I knew, at the least, I would be fired and everyone would know why. As he stood silently in front of me, I asked him what he had planned to do with me. I was trembling inside as I looked up at his face.

He stood staring down at me for what seemed like an eternity, but was actually only a few seconds. Then Tim got a grin across his face. With his arms stretched across the doorway and in a loud whisper, Tim said, "I knew it. I knew you wore panties, but also a garter belt and stockings. This is better than I could have hoped for"

I was humiliated setting there in my sissy undies. I just wanted to pull up my pants and run, but Tim was blocking my way. Along with my total embarrassment of being caught, I was also dumbfounded. How did he know I wore panties? And what did he mean by? "This is better than I could have hoped for." I wanted to cover myself. So I slumped forward, pulled my pants up to my knees, and crossed my arms at my waist.

Looking up at Tim, I asked him how he knew. Tim smiled and said, "about two weeks ago while you where back here on your break, you took off your apron and went into the restroom. Then you came out and sat on some boxes, leaned back and closed your eyes for about ten minutes. I was checking stock and had walked passed you a couple times. One time as I passed, I noticed the red of your satin panties showing thru your unzipped jeans. You had forgot to zip up when you went to the restroom. I kept finding reasons to walk by to check your panties out. After a couple more trips, I was sure they were girly panties. So I've waited until I could catch you with your pants down literally."

I remembered that day. I was worried when I realized it was down that someone might have seen my panties. I had forgotten to double-check myself after using the restroom. In a weak voice, I asked Tim, "What now?"

He said, "Well that depends on you. I could tell the manager and you would be gone. But I don't want to do that and I'm sure you don't want me to either. If you willing, we could keep this our secret."

I sensed a chance to get out of this sticky situation. I knew that blackmail required me do something in return. I asked him, "What do I have to do?"

Tim said, "After the manager leaves we'll discuss it." He then reached down and pulled his zipper open. My eyes were glued to his crotch. Tim slipped his hand in and pulled out a six inch semi-hard cock. He stroked it a few times, and it grew longer. I was hypnotized by it. I sat with my mouth half open. It was now eight inches and growing. I now had an idea as to how I could keep my panty wearing a secret. I was scared but also excited. Tim took a step towards me. I opened my knees to allow him to get closer. His cock was inches from my face. Tim stood with one hand his hip and the other holding his pole of a cock out for me.

Tim said, "Give it a kiss."

I thought to myself, "I'll do more than kiss it." I leaned forward running my tongue over my lips. When I was an inch from its head, I flicked the tip with my tongue. I then planted a long soft kiss on its head. Opened my lips and slid my mouth along its shaft. Before I got to the root, the head hit my throat. I gagged a bit, but held him in. My tongue rubbed along the sensitive under side.

Tim knew by me not merely kissing but freely sucking his cock, I would do what he demanded of me. That's exactly the message I wanted him to get. As I swallowed his shaft, I thought to myself that I may have found that someone to pleasure me.

I slide back off three-quarters of its length, then forward, until it hit my throat again. Tim stood quietly except for a few soft moans when its head hit the back of my throat. I did this a couple more times then I reached for his belt buckle. I started to undo it when Tim said that the manager was still in the store. Tim pulled out and tried to stuff his cock back in to his pants. As he turned to leave, he told me to stay back in the stockroom. He would tell the manager that I had already been let out and that he would stay and lock up. I nodded that I understood as he turned and walked out of the stall.

I heard the stockroom doors squeak as they swung back and forth when he walked into the store. I sat wondering what had just happened and what might happen. The weirdest part of all of this was that Tim was married to a cute blonde with a great body. Us guys at the store loved it when she would stop by. Especially in the summer, when she wore halter tops, short cut-offs and heels. Her legs were perfect. I was confused as to why with a wife like her, Tim wanted me to suck his cock?

Tim was twenty- one, six foot one with dark wavy hair. He was built like a swimmer, wide shoulders, a slender waist and long legs. I didn't really think much of whether he was handsome or not, but girls at the store thought he was cute.

As Tim called to the manager telling him I had already left the store, I decided to get up and find some place other than the restroom to continue our "discussion". Tim and the manager carried on a store length conversation of what had been taken care of and what needed done tomorrow. I stepped out of my jeans then began to scout out the stockroom for a more comfortable spot. While checking out the stockroom, I stopped in front of the large bags of dog food stacked in a corner. I figured I could fashion a crude bed out of them. In my taps, garters and nylons, I quietly pulled bags from the stacks along the wall then laid them on the floor. Next I stacked four bags waist high, just the right height for me to be bent over. After all the bags were in place, I spread some clean aprons and towels over them. It wasn't a bed but it would do tonight.

Tim told the manager that he would lock up after he took care of a couple things, than they said their "goodnights". I quickly headed to the health and beauty aids stock area. There I picked up a bottle of baby oil and some gel and ointments. I figured Tim would be back soon, but as the manager locked the door after he left, Tim had not yet returned. Back at the "bed", I dropped my items and laid back against the bags and waited. I took off my shirt, wanting to be ready when Tim came back. The last of my male clothes were gone. Lying in my sissy things, I nervously anticipated Tim's return. After a few more minutes, which seemed like a hour, I heard Tim come thru the doors. My stomach was turning over from the anticipation. Tim walked pass me then realized I was laying there. He stopped and turned facing me.

With a grin on his face, he said, "Weren't you busy."

Tim stepped to the edge of the "bed". I got up on to my knees and crawled towards him. I then saw that he had also pickup some baby oil and a can of whipped cream.

When Tim saw all the lubricants I had lying beside me, He chuckled saying, "I guess we have the same hopes for tonight."

I again reached for his belt and began to unbuckle it. Once it was undone I undid his snap. With one hand holding the top of his slacks, I pulled down the zipper with the other. When I let his pants fall to his ankles, I expected to be next yanking down a pair of white jockey's. But to my delight, I was staring at the prettiest pair of red satin and lace panties I had ever seen. They were so shiny and delicate. I was thrilled and a little jealous. My arms went around his waist and drew him nearer. I leaned into his soft, smooth crotch, my nose snuggling against his growing cock.

I looked up at him and said. "I would have never guessed you wore panties. Especially since you're married to such a sexy girl."

With his head tilled down, he softly said, "I've worn panties since I was fourteen. First my mother's then I started to raid my sister's panty drawer. Now I wear my wife's undies. She's caught we a couple times, gets upset and cuts off sex for a while. Then we talk and I tell her I won't do it again and she's ok. But I figured if tonight presented the right opportunity, we should both be wearing panties."

"Its none of my business." I said, "But why do you need someone else to have sex with when you have Sue?"

Tim answered with, "I love Sue and would do nothing to hurt her, but I've been sexually frustrated since before we got married. Sue can't take me all the way in her pussy, and orally she gets only half in. I've asked her to try it anally, but with a strict religious upbringing, she won't even consider it. I needed to find someone willing to take my whole length. I've never had all of it in. I was hoping by catching you in your panties. I know scaring you into doing something isn't right, but I'm desperate. I'm not someone that would force you to do something you didn't want to do. So you can leave if you want. I won't say a word to anyone. Tonight will stay between us."

I felt sorry for Tim at that moment, and too far aroused to stop now. After seeing Tim in his panties, I had lost any fears about tonight. With him standing in his red satin undies, I considered us soul mates. I leaned back into his cock, giving it tender kisses and light licks. I began to lap at his balls wrapped in the lovely satin crotch. As I teased Tim, his shaft, which was about five inches long inside its satin prison, started to stir again. I coaxed it to grow by nibbling along its vein and underside of its head. It began to extend upward as its length increased. The head soon poked up passed the elastic band. Kneeling in front, I watched spell bounded as it sprouted from Tim panties like a tree.

I swallowed hard and asked Tim, "How long will it get?"

He chuckled saying, "Sue said its eleven inches, I say ten."

Kneeling, I stared at it, softly murmuring, "Oh my."

I stayed quiet and thought that "I may have gotten myself in too deep" so to speak. Ten or eleven was much more then I had taken before. Even with my toy bat, I would get only seven or eight inches of it in. I was glad that we had plenty of oil.

Tim brought me back to reality by saying, "I don't know if you've had anal sex before, so if you're have any doubts about trying, I understand."

I said, "I've had sex many times with a couple guys in the past year. Getting fucked in my ass started when I began to wear sissy clothes. But neither guy was nearly as long as you. We'll try tonight and see how it goes." I then suggested he take off his shirt

As Tim unbuttoned his shirt and loosened his tie, I opened up, telling him how I so loved lingerie. I said that I had boxes of sexy undies hidden in my room, and that I usually slept in panties. When I was in my sissy things, I would do just about anything. He smiled at hearing that.

Tim quickly pulled off his tie and shirt, exposing a nearly hairless chest and tummy. My stomach was in knots. I stretched up to kiss his head while it laid back against his smooth belly. Tim patted my cheek and ran his other hand thru my hair. His cock had now grown four inches beyond the satin waistband. I wanted to set it free, but also wanted to keep those lovely red panties on. With one hand I pulled open a leg band, with the other, I gently bent his shaft down back into his panties. I then pushed it out thru the opening. It was beautiful. At just about its full length, it stood straight out, long and lean. This pussy poker was almost perfect. The diameter was about Rob's size, just right, and the length was at least three inches longer the quarterback James'.

Next I reached between Tim's legs to release his sack. I pulled the crotch of his panties to one side. His sack dropped down, hanging low with balls the size of large marbles inside. I cupped them and rolled them in my hand as I licked Tim's head. Tim lightly caressed the side of my face. His head was back, and his eyes were closed as he moaned with pleasure.

I broke the moment by leaving my mouth off his cock. I reached for the can of whip cream. With one hand holding his balls, I took the cap off and shook. I then directed the nozzle at Tim's cock and squirted a large ball of cream over its head. Then ran a line along his shaft to the edge of his panties. I dropped the can and began to lap the fluffy cream. I licked and sucked along his cock like I was having my dessert.

As I licked Tim, he started to lower himself, kneeling onto the bags. With one hand, I motioned to him to lay on his side. I laid opposite of him, in a sixty-nine position. As I clean his rod, Tim reached a hand into my taps leg opening and tickled my sack. My sissy cock was semi soft, but with his help it grew hard quick. Tim pulled and fingered my cockette inside my taps. His other hand glided lightly over my satin covered bum and down my stocking wrapped thighs.

I swallowed most of his shaft a couple times. My gag reflex hit before my chin touched his pubs. I would have to practice to relax more before I could take him completely. Tim said it was ok, that I had taken more then his wife had been able to. I rubbed the satin panties that covered his firm ass while sucking and kissing his cock. I thought that if things go well, maybe someday I could get Tim to let me fuck his tight ass.

Lying there, I was eyeball to sack ball. I then realized his sack was clean of hair. I knew I was going to enjoy sucking and kissing his balls. As I nuzzled into his soft smooth bag, I licked the base of his cock. Tim touched my face saying with a painting voice, "I'm almost ready to shoot, and its getting late."

I could take a hint. I didn't want to stop but I wanted to try him in my pussy tonight. I stopped my oral action and raised my head up. With a hand lightly rubbing his shaft, I reached for a bottle of oil. I poured along Tim's ten inch cock being sure it was good and slick. I lightly stroked it while spreading the oil. I could feel the blood pumping thru its vein. It felt like a warm smooth snake. And I knew a hole he could slip into.

I stopped stroking it, as we both got to our knees. I turned and leaned on my elbows onto the stack of bags. I waited patiently for Tim to move behind me. Tim crawled up and placed his hands on my hips. Slipping his fingers into the waistband of my taps, Tim gently began to work them over my ass. They glided lightly down across my cheeks. I got a shiver up my back from his tender touch. The taps tickled my thighs as they slide down to my knees. I lifted a leg up to allow Tim to pull them off. I began to lift my other leg when Tim moved in between my legs. He didn't finish taking the taps off. What was it with guys leaving my panties half on? Rob did it twice and now Tim. Were they in as much of a hurry with girls as they were with me?

I expected Tim to ram his oil coated head into my waiting ass, but he instead reached between my legs and cupped my dickey and sack. I was surprised and thrilled that his attention was on me. His hands were large but soft. Made even softer with some oil. He must pumped his cock a couple times. Tim's fingers danced along my cockette, then he wrapped his fingers around it and gently tugged until it was hard.

Tim said, "It's so cute, it fits in my hand. My wife or any guy would have no problem taking you. Have you fucked anyone yet?" he asked.

I didn't know if he was being sarcastic or not about my size. But right then I could not think while he kept doing what he was doing. While I pushed my bum back and up to give him better access to me, I said "yes I've fucked".

He pulled and yanked asking me, "who? "

I couldn't hold off my release much longer. I grunted, "a guy." I wouldn't tell anyone it was my brother.

I had jacked-off earlier that day, but with someone else arousing me, I could shoot a full load right now. As he pumped me, Tim asked, "Is he queer too?"

I dropped my head on to my arms enjoying Tim, feeling my balls ready to blow, but resenting his question. I didn't think of myself as a queer or fag. I thought I was like any other guy but with a love for lingerie and cock. Tim's questions were getting me hornier though. I held back as long as I could.

Without answering him, I thrust my hip forward and moaned " I'm going to cum." Tim continued to work my sissy cock as the first of many blasts shot thru his fingers and onto the aprons below. A couple shots hit the bags I was bent over. I was lost in the joy of my release. As Tim kept milking my balls he asked, "Well, is he?"

My head down, my ass up and my back bowed. I huff out my reply, "I can't say. He likes girls and he likes fucking me."

My spurts of cum felt very good. I peaked down thru my arms and saw my cum puddles. I hoped Tim had more cream in his sack then I had.

Tim's gooey fingers spread cum all over my cock and balls. It felt really sexy. He then asked, "Do you think he would be interested in getting together with us?"

He continued rubbing me long after my cum stopped. Intentionally trying to keep me aroused. It did keep me aroused, and so did his questions. As I came back to earth, I looked back at Tim and said "I doubt it. He's more into fucking than sucking."

I could see that his questioning was keeping him aroused also, his "big ten inch" was hard and throbbing, waiting for its turn to be loved. And I was ready to love it.

Tim removed his hand and placed it on my back. He asked me "how was it?"

I said "very nice, thanks."

Tim's questioning persisted asking, "Do you know anyone else who might be interested? Someone who likes to wear panties?"

I said, "No, but I'll keep my eyes open. Maybe there's someone else in the store who is a sissy. I could try leaving my fly down and see if anyone else is attracted."

Tim chuckled lightly saying, "Why not try it, it worked for me. It would be nice to have a couple sissy asses to play with, wouldn't it?"

I managed a smile and nodded my agreement. As I reached around to grab hold of the head of his cock, and pulled it towards my pussy, I said, "but lets play with my ass now."

Tim said, "Good idea, we'll need more oil." I wanted him inside so bad I would have taken him dry. But it was good that Tim was thinking for both of us. I would have been sorry later, fucking that horse cock with little lubricate.

As Tim opened the oil bottle, I told him to "stick the end in my ass and squirt."

He squeezed the bottle hard with the opening at my bum hole. It felt like an enema as the oil gushed inside. I would definitely be slick now. My bum hadn't been stretched like Rob would do, but I could handle it. Tim removed the bottle and applied more oil on his head and shaft. We had used half of the bottle.

As I braced myself for Tim's invasion, he fingers began to trace along the length of my garter straps. He hooked his fingertips on them and tugged. Then he let them snap back, stinging slightly against my bum. I was going crazy with lust for his cock. But Tim wanted to tease me a little more. Tim brought the head to my pussy hole and let it bob and jerk around as it smeared oil over my cheeks. It's head and shaft slid up my crack onto my back. With his balls against at my pussy hole, he laid his length along my back. It felt like the head could almost touch my neck. I got a little concerned thinking I might have gotten into something I couldn't handle.

Tim slide off my back, then brought his cockpole between my legs and up under me. Sliding it against my sack and cockette. I felt like a real girl as his head ran along my four and a half inch sissy cock. Smearing gooey cum and slick oil onto my belly. It seemed like he had gotten longer as he teased me below.

Tim's cock rubbed and prodded me for a minute or so then pulled out. Recoating his cock head with oil, he asked if I was ready.

I nodded and moaned a "fucccckkkkk yessss."

He said, "Let me know if you have any problems."

I again nodded. Then held my breath as his head poke at my rose bud. With a hand on my hip and the other holding his shaft steady, Tim leaned into me applying pressure at my pussy hole. The head inched inward. When the head pushed thru to its flange, my bum caught on fire. I slide forward across the bags trying to relieve some of my discomfort.

Tim held still sensing I needed time to adjust. He asked if I was alright.

I slowly nodded and moaned, "Keep going, I'm ok."

After a few seconds he pushed on. I began to better accept his invasion as I willed myself to relax. But the fullness I was experiencing was something new. He was now three-quarters of the way in. I wasn't sure how much more I could take, but I want to try for all of him. I felt like a post was stuck up my ass.

I told Tim in a whisper, "ram it in until your balls hit."

He waited a second, than with a grunt Tim slide the rest of his length in. I let out a gasp. His hips were hard against my ass. And the weigh of his body pushed into me. He nearly forced me over the stack of bags. Tim held inside as I again adjusted. I nearly pasted out. I thought his cock head was in my stomach. Tim growled out loudly in relief, as my pussy swallowed his cock completely. For a minute, we dared not move for fear he would shoot prematurely. We both moaned and groaned like wild animals while he regained control.

I knew he was loving it when he whispered, "this is soooo fucking great." He almost broke into a giggle while catching his breath, as he held himself deep inside. Then he started to pullout. We both groaned out again. I thought he was going to suck my intestines out. The emptiness as he slide back out was kind of a relief. But I wanted Tim to take me the whole way again. He was nearly at my pussy hole when I push back onto Tim's man muscle. I started whining like a little girl. I slide forward across the bags as he pushed into me again. I dropped my arms over the bags and held on for the ride.

Tim quickly backed out then slammed in again. He was thinking only with his dickhead now. He sawed in and out of me as if he had no control. I bit my arm to keep from squealing. Tim showed no mercy as he pounded me with his ten inch shaft. My ass cheeks were warm, as if they had been paddled, from Tim smacking into me. His sack swung under my balls, slapping against my cockette. I was pushed and pulled, slammed and jammed, bucked and fucked for what seemed like an hour. He fucked me as if all those years of frustration were being released into my ass. I hoped I could stay conscious long enough to enjoy it. Tim fucked me far beyond any of my previous experiences. I loved everything that Tim's cock was doing to me. We would be doing this again if I had anything to do with it.

When I was near tears, Tim pulled out until the head was at my hole, held a second then rammed once more like a bull. That triggered his first of many cum spasms. With a loud grunt, he tensed up. His long cock began to spew hot ball juice thru my ass. It jerked and twitched deep in my innards. It felt like a hose spraying wildly. He shot load after load of milky goo up my ass. Between the oil, Tim's cock and the sperm it was pumping inside, I was being filled to the brim. I slumped over the bags as Tim rode my tender ass. He held me tight, his hands clutching onto my garter belt. I loved it when guys held on to my garter belt to control me. I felt like a sexy slut being use with no way to escape.

His balls emptied a huge amount of cum as he worked my pussy with his shaft. Now I knew why his wife didn't want to try ass sex. Her ass would have been sore for a week, like mine would be.

When the shots weakened Tim pull back and stopped. I mustered a little of my remaining strength to slide back along his shaft. Tim held still, allowing me to impale myself onto his cock. He was in up to its base. I still wasn't ready to have him pull out yet. Now that the lust was over, I wished to enjoy the afterglow. I wiggled my ass as Tim's hands released my garter then rubbed my cheeks in slow tender circles. He asked if I was alright.

I let out a cat like growl as I grounded my ass into his hips. I said, "Give me an hour and we'll try it again." I then realized I wasn't playing it like a girl might. I sounded more like the slut I was. I should make him at least work a little for my ass.

Tim said, "I feel the same way but I gott'a get home."

Here we go again, another "wham bam thank you ma'am."

Sensing the night was coming to an end, I wanted to prolong the inevitable. I locked on to his shaft as Tim moved backwards, trying to withdraw. When I moved with him, he realized I wouldn't get off just yet. He sat back, bringing his legs out under mine, leaning against bags along the wall. With his length I was able to get up on my knees while keeping him in. When you have ten inches, you can move around with little fear of slipping out. It felt great as it twisted and slid inside.

Tim asked, in a teasing tone "What are you trying to do?"

I said, "just give me a few minute, you had yours, now I want mine." Although I did get mine when he got his. "Just please sit there and enjoy yourself, I hadn't quite got my fill yet ."

He nodded "ok" then I sank back down on his still stiff pole. With my hands on his thighs, I rocked back and forth. His cock head rubbed deep up inside. I felt those shivers start again. I stopped until they passed. Tim had his hands at my hips sliding them down to the tops of my stockings, then back up. We were both still coming down from our sexual high.

I worked my legs under my ass then lifted up part way off. I moaned as I felt his cock begin to slide out until its head was at my hole again. Now I was in a crouching position. I could ride him deep, maybe to another cum explosion. I couldn't get enough of that cock. But I knew once in slide out, I would probably feel relieved it was gone. So while it still felt good I'd continue to slide on it. I began to raise and lower my pussy along his shaft. Teasingly letting the head nearly pop out a few times, but not quite. We both moaned and groaned as I rode up and down. The oil and cum mixture was beginning to leak out around my pussy. A puddle of sticky goo formed in his pubs and his sack was coated. The mess on his pretty red satin panties would need to be washed out.

I had hoped to coax some more cum out of those slimy balls. But for a few more minutes, with my head tilted back and my eyes closed, we drained what little strength we had left. I knew we were done but I wanted a bit more.

Once I stopped moving, I leaned forward as Tim helped lift me off of his now eight inch cock. I had a gooey stream running down my thigh. Tim grabbed a towel to clean himself off. I rolled off to the side and wiped my pussy with an apron. As we quietly cleaned up, Tim noticed his watch. It was after eleven.

He said, " We've got to get going."

I yanked up my taps as Tim began to tucked his shrinking dick into those lovely panties.

I asked Tim, "Would you let me clean your panties for you? I'll have them for you the next time I come to work."

Tim looked at me a second then smiled as he began to slide them off saying, "I want you wearing them when you bring them back. But try not to ruin them." I agreed happily. I would love to have those soft feminine panties wrapping my sissy cock and balls.

As we collected ourselves, I said, "If your here at night this week when I work, you can keep watch to see if my open fly attracts any panty lovers. There might be others interested if presented with the right opportunity. If they know there are others like them, they may open up. There's got to be other guys who secretly enjoy satin and nylon but are too scared to have anyone find out. Look at us."

Tim chuckled saying, "I hope so. Just be careful who you let in on your panty wearing secret. If someone complains, the manager will probably let you go."

I nodded that I understood, as we continued to dress. We then restacked the bags, and put the towels and aprons into the soiled bag. Tim put the bottles and jars in his locker, maybe for the next time.

As we headed out of the stockroom, Tim said he would drive me home. In his car, I reached over rubbing his crotch and patted him lightly. My hand rested on his bulge for the ride home.

When he pulled in front of the house, he said, "You will keep this to yourself won't you?"

I looked at him and said, "I can't tell anyone either." But I knew if Rob asked if I was getting fucked, I would probably tell him.

Tim looked over at me and said, "I hope we can do this again."

I sat for a few seconds then said, "Saturday night my parents will be visiting family out of town. They're taking my little brother with them, and my older brothers will be at college. I'll have the house to myself. I'm off work at six. You could stop after work if you can get free."

He smiled and said, "Sounds like I'll be working late next Saturday night again. I'll be here about ten o'clock."

As I got out of his car I whispered, "Wear something sexy of your wife's. I'll be dressed and waiting." I closed the door and walked away, wiggling my tender ass.

I'll write about Saturday night soon.