I discovered, quite by accident, that I worked for a very sensitive but slightly strange man. I had never met anyone with a panty fetish before, till I met Bill.
I worked in an office basically by myself. Bill was a medical supply specialist, and most of our business was conducted by telephone. Sometimes, Bill had to go out of town, though, to make presentations.
Sometimes, he would have to go to lunch with hospital directors or doctors, things like that. For the most part, though, he conducted his business by telephone at the office.
It was one of the days when he was gone that I discovered something about him. A customer had called, and I needed some information that was in his desk. I went through the desk and found his notes, and went back and completed the business on the telephone.
Then, I went to put the notes back, and as I placed them in the drawer, something silky and white caught my attention. It was in the bottom of the drawer, covered by papers. I moved the papers out of the way. I found a pair of panties.
I couldn't imagine how they got there. I knew he wasn't dating anyone, and I knew that no woman had ever come into the office to visit him. I knew he wasn't married, and I knew for damned sure that they weren't mine.
I looked at them closely, and saw that there was a stain in the front. It didn't look like a woman's stain. It looked like a cum stain to me.
Curious, I looked through his other drawers, and found one of them securely locked. I looked around the room, trying to think like a detective. I opened the middle drawer of the desk, and there, under all his pens and staples and shit, was a set of keys. I tried the one that I thought would fit and bingo --- it worked.
I opened the drawer. I found a bra and three pairs of panties --- one white, one red, and one blue. At least he was a patriotic panty lover, I thought. I put the panties back, put the key back, closed all the drawers, and went back to my desk.
Bill was in the office the next day, and I went out to lunch. I came back right away, having forgotten my keys at my desk. I thought I would stop and see if Bill wanted me to get him something. I tapped on his office door and then opened it. What I saw shocked and amazed me, and it turned me on.
There was Bill, sitting in his chair, his pants pulled down to his ankles. He was wearing the pair of women's white panties, and I could see his hard cock pressed against the fabric as he stroked himself through the material. His balls hung out the side of the panties, and he ran his fingers across his hairy orbs. I could see the edge of his dick nestled against his balls. I had walked in just as he pulled the fabric aside, freeing his hard dick.
He had big balls and a fat cock, with both of them nestled in a patch of black fur. What a cock, I thought. The head was bright reddish blue, almost purple. It was a beautiful sight. It must have been about six inches long, and was very, very fat and fleshy, the fat balls peppered with dark black hair.
He had been stroking his cock, and he simply looked up at me. His face flushed, and he reached down to his ankles and began pulling up his pants.
I moved toward him very quickly, and got to him just before he had his pants buckled. I looked him in the eyes, but didn't say a word. What I had seen had turned me on. There was something super-sexy about it that I couldn't put into words.
I pulled at his pants, pulling them back down to his ankles. I leaned forward and nestled my face against the lace of the panties, rubbing my cheek against the silk material. Bill moaned, and I rubbed harder. I reached forward and freed his cock and balls from the side of the panties, and I wrapped my lips around the head of his throbbing cock.
"Joyce, you don't know how great that feels," he mumbled.
I moved my tongue back and forth rapidly across his engorged dick head, and then slipped my mouth further down on it. I started sucking as I wrapped my fingers around the base of his hard cock and stroked upward with the movement of my mouth. I kept this up for a few minutes, and then he reached down and pulled my head away.
I looked up at him, and he said, "Let's fuck."
I need no further urging. I stood and made room on the desk and lifted my skirt. I lay back and moved the crotch of my panties aside, revealing my wet cunt. He maneuvered himself in front of me and pressed his dick into my cunt in one quick motion. He thrust deep into me, and I could feel the silk of his panties pressing against my asshole. I knew that he could feel my panties pressing against him --- that was why I left them on.
He began to thrust faster and faster, and I heard his breathing get louder and deeper and felt his cock jerk just as I came, my whole body electrified by the resounding orgasm. I felt his cock jerk as he shoved it hard into me, and my insides were suddenly filled with his hot jism. Again and again, his cock spurted his spunk into me as he grunted.
He stayed inside me for a few seconds and then pulled his wet dick out of me.
"That was great," I said.
"You mean, the panties turned you on?"
I smiled and looked at his cock sticking out at an odd angle, his panties pushing it to one side.
"There's just something about a man in panties that really turns me on," I said.
