A country boy discovers that beneath his lady love’s rough, denim exterior lies a frilly paradise of satin, silk, and the finest lace.

lingerie is a word I had no  use for, at least, not until my girlfriend showed me that you can mix something simple like denim with something fancy like lace and come up with the ingredients for an evening of passionate lovemaking.

I play fiddle with a country-and-westem band that tours the taverns around here in Kentucky. One night we were in a hole-in-the-wall gin mill when I noticed a stunning blonde occupying a stool at the end of the bar. She was wearing a sleeveless mini-dress made out of blue-jean material. Now that’s my kind of girl, I thought, especially when I realized that the top two buttons on her dress were undone, revealing a little pink satin and nice round breasts. So I cleared my throat and introduced myself.

Her name was Pam, she said, and when 1 looked into her pale blue eyes, I knew then and there that we would be spending some time at my place. I bought her a drink and she gave me her phone number. The next day, I called her and, since she seemed pleased to hear from me, I asked her out.

We had a great time that night. I took her to a movie, and then we went dancing. Pam wore the tightest jeans I’ve ever seen; they were practically painted onto her. She also wore cowboy boots and a flannel shirt, the same as me. Little did I know she had a fancier outfit on underneath!

After midnight we were back at my place. I offered her a beer. She sat on the sofa and asked me whether I minded if she took her boots off. “My feet are killing me,” she said. I told her to allow me.

I pulled off her boots, and underneath she was wearing these flimsy little socks. They were like stockings, only they stopped at her ankles, where there was a band of ruffly lace. I must have been staring, because she said, “Do you like these? I got them through the mail from a place in Beverly Hills.”

“They’re very nice,” I said, my cock coming to life in my shorts.

“I love to buy frilly things. I get them from all over. I must get five or six catalogs every month.” She slipped out of the little stockings. “Here, feel how soft they are.” I gingerly fondled them between my fingers.

“You like denim, too, though,” I said. “Last night you were wearing a dress made out of it.”

“Yeah,” she said, taking a swig of her beer, “I like both and wear them in combination. I anticipate the expression on a guy’s face when he pulls my jeans down to see that I’m wearing delicate little see-through panties.”

I just stood there, amazed by what she had just said. My dick hardened so fast, it must have made a noise. She went on, “Look at what I’ve got on underneath my shirt — do you mind?”

Pam had a mischievous look in her eye that told me this would be a night to remember. I simply nodded my assent as she began unbuttoning her shirt. When she pulled it off, she was wearing this sort of t-shirt, only it was just a filmy swatch of white lace hanging from two strings over her shoulders. I could see her large red nipples right through the little designs of roses. The room was getting very hot:

“This is called a camisole,” Pam explained. “It cost thirty dollars. Can you believe it?” I said I could. Then she said she had to go to the bathroom. I watched, mesmerized, as she sauntered past me wearing nothing but tight jeans and this camisole thing, which showed every jiggle of her beautiful breasts.

When she came out a few minutes later, the top button of her jeans was undone. 1 decided to go for it. “So, do I get to see what you’ve got on under those jeans?”

Pam smiled and lay down on the couch. “You sure do. I thought you’d never ask.” I sat down beside her and took one of her cool, smooth feet in my hand. I slid my fingers under the cuff of her jeans, feeling her leg as far up as I could go. I watched silently as she slowly unzipped her jeans. Then she lifted her ass off the cushions and pushed her pants below her hips. I took over from there and slid them off her long legs.

A moment later her jeans were on the floor, and though he was wearing underwear, my eyes were riveted to her pussy, because the panties she had on were as transparent as glass. They were white, like her camisole, with the same little rose pattern. I figured they must have come in a matchbox.

“Look closer,” Pam said. As I moved in close, I caught a whiff of her, and it was heavenly. My trembling hands reached out and softly stroked her luscious thighs. I lowered my mouth to the material and started to lick her blonde muff through the lace. She squealed in delight and wrapped her legs around my back.

As nice as it was to lick her through her panties, I wanted to get to the real thing. 1 noticed that they were held together by a little bow at her hip, so I tugged at it, and the panties fell away just like that. I now had unobstructed access to Pam’s delectable little cunt, so I dove in and tongued her until she was screaming.

After she came, she urged me to suck her tits. First I sucked them through the material, holding their weight in my large hands. Then she sat up a bit and pulled the camisole off with a little giggle. But she stopped laughing when she realized that 1 was taking my clothes off. I don’t Like to brag, but I’ve got a pretty good body from my days setting fence posts. I could tell she liked my chest, because as soon as my shirt was off, her hands were all over it, rubbing my pees, going for my nipples and feeling my biceps. She crushed her own soft chest up against mine, and then we were locked in a kiss that nearly spun my head around.

Pam finally broke the kiss after what seemed Like a week and whispered in my ear, “I want to suck your cock.” She loosened my belt, pulled down my jeans, reached inside my underwear and pulled out my penis. Her eyes lit up at the sight of it hard. “This ought to taste good,” she said. Then Pam slid her warm mouth down on top of it, swirling her tongue, and I hollered with happiness.

“Hot damn,” I managed to croak out, “you give a mean blowjob.” She started giggling but quickly got back to business, slurping at it and licking my cock to the root. Teasingly she played with my balls, and pretty soon I knew I was going to come. I told her so, but she kept on sucking, and before long I shot off in her mouth. Pam swallowed all but a Little, which trickled down her chin. She scooped up this bit of semen with her finger and lapped it up. This was truly a wild woman.

“How soon do you reckon that thing’ll be ready again?” she laughed. “’Cause I want you to fuck me hard.” “No time at all, ma’am,” I was telling her as I started to climb between her legs and fill her up with cock. But she stopped me and quickly collected her underthings. Sliding back into them, she said, “I like to fuck when I’m all dolled up Like this — do you mind?”

I would gladly have fucked her had she been wearing a gorilla suit, but I must admit that this girl looked extremely fine in that fancy underwear. I’ve seen pictures of it, but never before had a woman I’d been with worn stuff like this. It certainly met with my approval.

We screwed like wild animals. We started out with me on top, driving into her full-strength. I had pushed aside the panties so I could slip inside her, and I felt the soft lace rubbing against the shaft of my cock. Before long we were off the couch, but I didn’t miss a stroke, and now she was on top of me, bouncing up and down like a cowgirl on a steer.

We rolled around on the floor a bit, and eventually Pam was on her stomach. Her perfect ass was right there for my viewing pleasure, encased in that filmy nylon. This time I peeled her underwear down below her cheeks and began to thrust in and out of her like a demon. When I came I pulled out and sprayed it all over her bunched-up panties. She liked that, and I was beginning to think this underwear thing was great fun. Naturally, I asked her if we could see each other again.

She said we could see each other the very next night. I lay on the floor, exhausted, watching her slide her old blue jeans back on.

The following evening, I picked her up and we went dancing again. She wore a flared denim miniskirt and a black blouse embroidered with rhinestones. Nothing particularly flashy about that, but she was also wearing fire-engine-red high-heeled shoes and black fishnet stockings. And as we rode in my pickup to the dance club, she gave me a tantalizing peek at what she had on underneath. Beneath her blouse I could make out a red bra trimmed in black. When I helped her out of the truck, I saw that beneath her skirt were panties of the same color. I also noticed that her stockings were held up by red garters — a clothing item that was new to me! Obviously the key colors of the evening would be red and black.

All eyes were on Pam in the club. When she did a twirl, her miniskirt would fan out around her, revealing her garters for all to see. I couldn’t believe my luck — I was with the most beautiful girl in the room and she was dressed to kill. I felt even luckier when she sidled up to me and said that she wanted to go home to do some “horizontal dancing.”

This time we went to her place. She showed me to the refrigerator, which was full of beer, and excused herself, saying that she was going to slip into something more comfortable. I could feel my cock inflating like a pool toy. I couldn’t begin to imagine what she would walk out wearing. So I flopped down on the couch, popped open my beer and waited for the show.

A few moments later, I looked up, and she was posing in the doorway of her bedroom. Her skirt, blouse and shoes were gone, but she still had the stockings on and had added to her ensemble a shiny red kimono. “Like what you see?” she asked.

“I certainly do,” I answered, noticing as I did so that she also had on black lace gloves up to the elbows with the fingers cut off.

Pam extended a hand for me to kiss. “Then come and unwrap your present,” she said.

Standing and walking were difficult, my cock was so stiff. I alleviated this problem by dropping my pants right there. By the time I reached her bedroom, I didn’t have a stitch of clothing on. My eager cock pointed the way.

I took her in my arms, the lace gloves tickling my bun as she caressed me. My prick brushed up against her silky kimono, and sparks of desire shot up my spine and exploded in my brain. Pam had lit candles in her room and put on some soft music. The only thing left to do was fuck.

The first thing I wanted to do was to examine her body in great detail. I slipped the robe gently off Pam’s shoulders and got my first good look at this evening’s underwear. Her bra was indeed bright red and trimmed in black, and her panties were the same. As we arranged ourselves in a sixty-nine, I suddenly realized that I wouldn’t have to move any material aside to get at her pussy, for there was a conveniently placed slit in the panties that opened as she parted her legs. “I got these from an erotic boutique in New York City,” she informed me. “This ought to make it a little easier.”

Indeed it did! I buried my face in Pam’s crotch as she slipped my cock into her mouth. We ate each other frantically, seemingly in a race to see who could make the other come first. We finished in a dead heat, for I shot my load all over her face while she whimpered in orgasmic delight.

We lay together in that great after-come euphoria until my cock started rising again. I rolled on top of Pam and slid it in with one quick thrust. She grunted with pleasure and wrapped her stockinged legs around me, rubbing her silky feet up and down on my ass and the backs of my legs. I was in heaven! I almost felt a little sad, as I wondered if all sex after this night would be a disappointment. I fucked Pam in this fashion for a good long while until she came once more, her fingers digging into my shoulders. Then she said she wanted to try an experiment with me.

With me on my back, my cock pointing toward the North Star, Pam straddled me and began lowering herself. Only this time my cock didn’t enter her cunt — it slid into her asshole. I had read about this but had never tried it, thinking that any girl I suggested it to would slap my face. But Pam said, “I love this. I love it.” So there I was, my throbbing erection buried in her tight back door and Pam shinnying up and down it while squirming, moaning and grimacing. AJJ the while, she was rubbing her fancy underwear against my flesh. I reached under her bra and grabbed her heaving breasts. I liked the way she looked with her tits swinging free underneath the bright-red bra.

The moment of truth had arrived. With both of us humping against each other, I fired a round right up her asshole. Pam came as well, her long fingernails dancing over her clitoris. She collapsed on my chest and was asleep within minutes. I held her to me and smiled.

Come morning, Pam had to go to work, but she said I could stay and have breakfast and let myself out. After she left, I had the irresistible impulse to see what other naughty outfits she had. I looked through her drawers and found dozens of silk and lace underthings. Turned on something fierce, I ended up jerking off while holding a blue satin teddy against my cock.

Later that night she called and said that I felt like some fine buck up her ass like that in her crotchless panties. It occurred to both of us that perhaps this was a match made in heaven. We’ve been together ever since, and I still haven’t seen Pam model all of the lingerie in her collection. I’ll close by saying that if you’re in some honky-tonk and you see a knockout blonde wearing old blue jeans, imagine what she might have on underneath. The truth might surprise you.