Some men love to see sexy, slinky thongs stretched over a woman’s backside. And who can blame them? It’s certainly a hell of a view — one I love to admire, too. The difference is when I take a woman’s thong off, I like to slip it on and wear it myself while I get her off.

Thongs for men simply don’t suit my taste. I enjoy frilly, feminine, totally decadent confections. The more lace, the better. I want sparkling spangles to decorate me from my dick all the way around to my asscrack. I want a string of pearls to sit between my cheeks, sinking into my crevice. And if it had recently been worn by a lover? Well, even better.

My friend Gia shares a similar taste in lingerie. We shop together all the time. After every trip, we model our purchases for one another. Our private runway shows often take a dirty turn, ending with us in bed together.

But one afternoon, we didn’t even make it to the store. Gia showed up at my place in one of her skimpiest getups to date. Her barely there miniskirt hung low on her hips, the hem hitting just under the curve of her ass.

When Gia bent down to drop her purse on the floor, the waistband of her skirt dipped to reveal her hot pink thong. The silky ribbons that sat on her hips connected to the elastic that bisected her ass. At the very top of her crack was a tiny, silver heart with a sparkling diamond at its center.

Unable to help myself I said, “Hot G-string, Gia. How do I get my hands on one?”

“Why? You want it in your size?” she asked playfully.

I shrugged and answered, “Yours or mine. Either way, they’ll look good on my bedroom floor.”

“How about you borrow mine?”

With that, Gia reached up under her skirt and grabbed hold of the garment. She wiggled her hips and ass as she shimmied the tiny scrap of fabric down her thighs to her knees, then she let the dainty undies drop to her ankles.

Gia offered me a coy smile, then she dipped down to pick up the panties. The thin band of elastic hung off her crooked finger, the super-fine fabric so light it fluttered in the spinning ceiling fan’s breeze.

Before I could reach out to grab the panties, Gia slipped her fingers into either side of the waistband and stretched them tight like a slingshot, aiming them right at me. She pulled back, straining the elastic, then she released the lacy projectile, which hit me square in the chest. I caught the fabric as it slapped against my pec.

“Someone’s feeling feisty,” I said.

Gia watched intently as I tucked the fabric into my fist and reached down to pop open the button on my jeans. To let the suspense build, I slid the zipper down slowly to reveal the bright purple pair of panties I’d put on that morning.

“Very nice,” Gia murmured. “You have excellent taste.”

“I’ll trade you,” I teased. 

She extended her hand greedily and said, “OK, give them to me.”

Gia always knew how to make me blush. A quick glance in the mirror showed my face had flushed a deep pink that nearly matched the thong clenched in my fist.

My erection sprang to life, tenting my tight panties as it made a desperate bid for freedom. I yanked them off, and my hard dick was pointing at her like a dowsing rod detecting a fresh target.

Gia licked her lips and accepted the purple panties, slipping them on. She smiled as they settled against her body.

“I can still feel your heat, Nick,” she said. “The fabric is so soft and warm against my pussy. Do you want to feel?”

She stepped forward and thrust her hips, presenting me with her satin-clad cunt.

“Go on, Nick, pet my kitty. You know you want to.”

My erection twitched. Just the suggestion of touching Gia’s sex was enough to excite me.

I traced my fingertips from her lacy waistband down the seam at the front. A short line of stitches passed over her clit, a roadmap to Gia’s pleasure zones.

A small circle of wetness had already formed — thanks to her dripping pussy. I tickled it with a fingertip.

Gia groaned long and loud before begging impatiently: “More!”

“With pleasure, princess.”

Rather than go in from the top, I wiggled my fingers beneath the side of the skimpy garment. My hand barely fit, but I managed to tease her clit just fine.

Gia’s eyelids fluttered shut as she murmured, “Fuck, that feels good.”

She rocked her hips to lean into my touch, and the pubic hair that dusted her mound tickled my palm.

“I love the way your rough fingers feel against my pussy,” she whispered.

I nuzzled my nose against her crotch, savoring her sweet, musky scent.

Using the tips of my fingers, I traced the length of Gia’s slit from front to back. Liquid arousal seeped from her center. The pads of my fingers glided easily over her sex.

A soft moan fell from Gia’s lips, drawing my eyes upward. I couldn’t help myself; I love to watch Gia’s face while I please her. Seeing her rapturous response stroked my ego and fueled my libido. It’s better than any traditional aphrodisiac I’ve ever tried, and I could never tire of it.

Gia knew better than anyone how to appeal to my prurient tendencies. She’s particularly good at manipulating my desires to appease her own.

“How about I take over? So you can show me how my pink thong looks cradling your big, thick cock. You know, the one I love to suck.”

“Your wish is my command,” I replied.

I pulled my hand out of her panties, and she immediately replaced my fingers with her own. Her head tilted back on a moan. I could see her delicate fingers moving beneath the fabric, diligently working to stimulate her sex.

It was such a pretty sight, one that nearly distracted me from the task at hand. How could I focus on dressing myself when a gorgeous woman was pleasuring herself right in front of me? Not to mention that she was wearing my underwear, adding some serious fuel to the fire.

Gia didn’t allow me to indulge myself for long and ordered: “Pull my thong up over that hot little ass of yours.”

Her words spurred me into action. I practically jumped into the undies. Fortunately, Gia’s generous hips require a size that fits me to snug perfection. The waistband was just tight enough to stay in place without biting into my flesh. The silky front panel cradled my erection, driving me insane.

Gia closed the distance between us. She skimmed her free hand over my bulge, splaying her fingers so I could see the satiny pink fabric peeking out between her digits.

“It takes confidence for a man to wear such a girlie thong,” Gia purred. She punctuated the sentence by snapping the thin elastic waistband hard against my hip. “Nothing’s fucking hotter than that.”

With that, she dropped to her knees, dipped her head and laid a kiss on my erection. My shaft twitched when the heat from her lips breached the fabric and warmed my skin.

Of course, I should have known Gia would never strip me of the panties. Instead, she raked her manicured fingernails over the thin fabric, gently stimulating my veiled shaft.

A noise that was a cross between a growl and a groan escaped my lips. I wound my shaking fingers through Gia’s silky hair and pressed her mouth hard against my dick. Stars burst beneath my shut eyelids as her lips collided with the sensitive tip of my dick.

“Fuck this,” I grunted.

I took hold of Gia’s arms and pulled her up to face me, then I spun her around and bent her over the back of the couch. I tugged her skirt up over her hips, and then freed my raging erection, leaving the thong banded around my thighs. I yanked the purple panties to the side to reveal Gia’s pearly-pink pussy. Her folds were already slick with arousal, beckoning me to slip inside.

With both of us still clad in our panties, I slid my cock inside Gia’s hot, wet pussy. Her walls pulsed around me, massaging my shaft as I fucked her.

When I reached around to her front and fondled her clit through the panties, Gia’s pussy gripped me so hard we both moaned.

Unable to control myself, I rammed Gia hard and fast. I was ready to burst, but I held my orgasm at bay until her telltale shouts alerted me to her climax — and inspired my own.