I could feel my cock stiffen and begin to move around in my pants when my girlfriend, Ruthie, telephoned and told me to come over to her apartment tor a surprise I’d never forget The last time· she invited me over tor an undisclosed treat, I arrived to find she had bought nearly a dozen new pairs of panties, and I recall that she got as far as modeling the third pair, a nearly transparent pink crotchless bikini, before I lost control, threw her on her bed and stuck my dick through the inviting, lace-edged opening to pump her juicy little pussy full of come.

We’ve been going out tor nearly a year, and I let Ruthie know early on that I had a passion for pretty panties. Since then, she’s never missed a chance to fully exploit my appetite tor frilly lingerie.

Nine minutes after I hung up the phone, I was at her door with a hard cock, hoping to see her attired in only a new pair of satiny panties. When she let me in; I was seduced yet again by her dark auburn hair and piercing emerald eyes. She was wearing a crisply starched white blouse, and I loved her tight, short leather skirt because of the great view it afforded of her shapely long legs.

Ruthie immediately invited me upstairs, and I gallantly offered to let her go first, hoping to look under her leathers as she climbed the steep stairway. I wasn’t disappointed and had a great view of the prim peach panties clinging tightly to her well-shaped rear and accented nicely by a pair of stretchy white garters extending under the elastic of her panties to hold her nylon stockings high on her firm, tanned thighs.

As we entered her bedroom, Ruthie gently pushed me down on her bed and began a slow, rhythmic massage of my crotch. We began to talk, and within very few minutes, she knew that I’d be receptive to any suggestion she might offer.

Ruthie’s eyes sparkled as she told me to sit on the edge of the bed, hold my arms out straight for her and close my eyes. I heard her rummage in her underwear drawer and next felt and heard the clinking of some unfamiliar cold metal on my wrists-handcuffs! She was certainly in a kinky mood tonight. By this time Ruthie had moved onto the bed and was tying my wrists to the headboard with the sash from her terry-cloth bathrobe. As I jerked around in my bonds, she didn’t miss a beat and whispered in my ear in her most seductive voice, “Now don’t you spoil my fun, sweetheart; you just be a good boy.”

When I lay quietly beneath her, she stuck her tongue deep in my ear and then in a low voice asked me, “Are you ready for a little fun now?”

Ruthie stood and walked silently across the room to her bureau. As she bent over to open the bottom drawer, her skinny little skirt slid completely up her ass. I’m sure she knew my eyes were riveted to her smooth, stretchy panties while she searched intently through the drawer again.

From the drawer she pulled a pair of pink satin briefs I’d seen before while rummaging through her lingerie when I was alone in her apartment. She walked slowly back to the bed, sat next to me and started to gently rub the panties against my crotch. As she continued to fondle me, she said very matter-of-factly, “I know you play with my lingerie when you’re here alone.”

I shifted uncomfortably on the bed as she continued. “You know, I’ll just bet these panties would fit you perfectly. Do you ever buy your own, or do you just play with mine when I’m not here?”

I knew she was aware of my fetish, so I just laughed it off, but I never imagined that she knew I went through her drawers. Of course, I had assured her that it was just a casual thing I could turn on or off whenever I wanted. As she continued to question me, I could feel my cock stiffening, and I hoped she wouldn’t notice the effect her questions were having on me.

“Well,” she said, “just for the fun of it, I’m going to give you a chance to wear my favorite panties for a while without worrying about whether I’m going to come home and catch you.”

Secretly, I was beginning to warm to the idea of having her slip them on me, and I watched silently as she casually yanked my jeans and underwear off and tossed them on the floor. As Ruthie leaned across me to reach for a bottle of hand lotion on her nightstand, her dress slithered up, and she idly rubbed her panty-covered pussy against me while applying a liberal coating of the creamy liquid to her hands.

She continued to question me about my fetish as she began to play my cock as if it were a fine musical instrument. She began a slow, luxurious masturbation with one hand while expertly massaging and teasing my balls with the other. She was merciless, constantly varying the tempo of her strokes and the intensity of her grip as she rhythmically guided my slick shaft in and out between her talented fingers.

Ruthie definitely has a rare talent for this kind of teasing, and I was only a few seconds away from erupting when she abruptly stopped and toweled all traces of the lotion from my rock-hard shaft.

“Sweetheart, if you really don’t have an uncontrollable compulsion to wear my panties, then you should have no trouble losing this nice big hard-on after wearing them for a while.” She proceeded to slide the silky panties up my legs and pulled them tightly to my waist. Then she got up, walked to the bedroom door and turned out the lights. As she was pulling the door shut, she said, “I’m going to take a nice hot bath and have a bite to eat. If that erection of yours isn’t gone when I come back, you’ve got some real explaining to do.”

As I renewed my efforts to escape from the cleverly arranged restraint, I momentarily forgot about the panties. However, it wasn’t a minute later, as I continued to roll around on her bed, that I began to notice the satiny fabric rubbing against my frustrated dick. At first it was merely a pleasant distraction; however, as time passed, the sensation of the slippery material became impossible to ignore.

Ever since I can remember, I’ve enjoyed jacking off while wearing panties, and it was clear that the teasing massage of Ruthie’s snug satin briefs was going to coax my stiff prick to a climax if she didn’t return quickly.

By the time thirty minutes had passed, I was lying motionless on her bed, trying not to think about the gently clasping panties that were softly but relentlessly working my cock. When Ruthie finally returned, I had been hard as a rock for nearly an hour. She smiled as she said, “Just as I thought. Are you ready to admit how much you love wearing my panties?”

When I finally confessed, she pulled her vibrator from under the bed, hiked her skirt to her waist and swung her legs over mine so that she was sitting on my legs facing me, giving me another great view of her panty-covered cunt. I could smell her sweet pussy through the thin material and saw how wet she was while leaving me to struggle alone in her bedroom.

Ruthie carefully rested the head of the vibrator on my straining cock and gently rubbed it up and down the length of me for several seconds before flicking the switch to the lowest setting. She purposefully moved the quivering head of her toy up and down my shaft, occasionally letting it slip under my balls for a brief, circular massage before beginning a return trip up my dick. It took only a few of these purring round-trips with her plaything before I spurted repeatedly into her panties for what seemed like a minute. As I lay gasping for breath, my cock was still pumping out the last few traces of come against the wet, silky fabric.

Ruthie rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide to give herself a treat with the buzzing appliance. She arched her back and pushed the humming wand tightly against her damp panties with both hands. She worked the vibrator expertly against her pussy, and less than a minute later, her squeals and sighs turned to a deep, groaning orgasm. She squeezed her stocking-covered legs together and bucked against her electric cock for more than a minute before quieting down.

We both rested peacefully on her bed for several minutes, enjoying the afterglow. Ruthie quietly untied me and told me to wash out my panties and hang them to dry in the bathroom. As I was doing so, she told me that in the future, I was to put them on, without argument, anytime she told me to. She added that she would be buying some special panties just for me the next time she was in a lingerie store.

Later that night, Ruthie mentioned that she has yet another surprise waiting for me next week. I can’t imagine how she’ll top this, but I’m certainly willing to let her try.