Loading...It was the first day of fall, and fall was a word Ben liked to link to another visual delight, a woman’s panties. Before the night was over, he would learn more about the opposite of the word fall, rise. He would experience a new link between a woman’s panties and rise, as in the repeated rise of his cock.
He didn’t mind when the perky little dog kept scaling up onto the bed. He wished he could remember the dog’s name. But even worse, he seemed to have forgotten how to get to sleep. His role of house sitter was sudden. Melody had needed somebody on short notice, while she took her teenage son upstate to an honorary scholastic camp. Her son was smart, just like Melody was. It was an honor to be chosen for the weeklong camp at the state capitol, even if it was as an alternate needed at the last minute because the school valedictorian had been diagnosed with mono. The drive upstate was a long drive, and Melody had a sister to stay with overnight. There wasn’t anything Melody had asked him to do special, just take what’s-his-name, the feisty terrier puppy for walks whenever nature called.
Melody’s house was in an older middle class suburb. The trees that lined the streets and the flowerbeds that surrounded the mailboxes had grown thick in the last decade of neighborhood maturity. As Ben lay awake on Melody’s son’s bed, the horizontal blinds on the opposing bedroom window admitted just enough light from a street lamp to fill the bedroom with a fence like row of striped shadows. Ben looked down his body and followed the shadow of an imaginary stiff fence slat from his crotch, down past his feet, over the carpet and rising up the wall. The shadow coming from his cock was the highest pole on the wall.
Ben pulled back the single white cotton sheet and spun his body out of bed. He glanced across the room at the digital alarm clock, reading the red glow of 2:00. The small dog’s rapid bark broke his cloudy half stare.
“Want to go out boy?” Ben asked. He surveyed the eager dog, noticing his ears were perked up and his tail waved with the fury of a helicopter blade.
The house was quiet except for the low hum of a refrigerator. Ben reached down to the floor beside the bed, and found the pair of green cotton pajama bottoms he had gotten at a hospital surplus store.
In one fluid motion, he slipped the bottoms over his feet, stood and pulled them up over his boxers, then pulled and tied the drawstring. The extra cloth between his legs made Ben aware for the first time, he had a slight erection. He reached to arrange it inside his boxer shorts more comfortably. The dog barked again and shuffled his dark little patting feet.
“Got to go boy? Gotta pee?” Ben leaned down and patted the dog’s head. His own bladder felt mildly pressured. “I guess I need to go too.” Ben said, as he walked into the hall and remembered which direction the bathroom was in. He turned right, walked to the end of the hallway, and found himself at the entry to Melody’s master bedroom.
Her bedroom had an attached private bathroom, and as Ben proceeded through the dark, he made his way to the doorway. He felt past the doorframe on the tiled wall for a light switch. The dog barked another little burst of anxiousness, as Ben flipped the wall switch up and a soft white light flickered on above the medicine cabinet. The tidy white bathroom was compact. Ben stepped towards the toilet, raised the lid and seat, and pulled the drawstring around his waist. The bottoms slipped down begrudgingly. His cock was hard.
He could have tried to weave his cock out the boxer short fly, but instead, Ben pulled his boxer shorts down along with his bottoms until they were below his taunt balls. Ben felt a little surge of pleasure with his naked ass exposed and his erect cock in his hand. The dog twittered impatiently and returned to the bedroom as if he was used to being shooed out of the bathroom.
Ben grazed his fingers against his pubic hair and tested his cock for flexibility to tilt forward. “Damn. I’m really stiff!” He thought to himself. His cock felt warm in his hand. A slight squeeze felt good and his cock responded with a pleasing contraction. He let his fingertip drift up the swollen vein and the little dark hole slightly opened with a wink of approval. He heard the dog bark from the doorway. Again, he thought, “Damn. I need a distraction or I’ll never relax and be able to pee.”
Ben moved his hand in a self imposed cock exile away from his cock to his ass and cupped his warm muscular buttock. He scanned the bathroom at eye level and his eyes drifted to the shower curtain. It was a clear plastic curtain with an opaque pattern of white orchids printed on it. Ben could see bottle shapes on shelves inside the shower. He thought of Melody. She was a short woman with long curly blond hair. Her body was well proportioned and although she dressed very conservative at work, it was impossible for her to totally hide the wealth of her breasts. Outside of work, Ben knew the rest of her body was in great shape. Her ass was particularly attractive and from behind, she could have been twenty years younger. Ben’s erection wasn’t going away imagining looking through the shower curtain and seeing Melody caress soapy hands down her naked body.
His cock pulsed another straining exquisite contraction. Avoiding the urge to touch it, Ben moved his other hand on his other buttock. He softly stroked with open palms up the curve of each buttock with either hand. His eyes followed the curtain up to the fringe edge trim that hid the shower rod. The daintiness of design was effeminate. The lace of the pattern stirred thoughts of Melody’s panties. He had never seen her panties, but last week, when he had stopped by to drop a report off on her desk, and Melody was still in a meeting, he had caught a surprise glimpse on her computer screen. On Melody’s computer monitor was clearly a website devoted to sexy women’s lingerie. Ben remembered his heart nearly leapt out of his chest at the sight of a sexy lacy white thong he saw in the center of the screen. Side by side were a front view and a back. The words underneath had read, “Satin Lace Thong”. The rear view was a thin finger-width satin strip that ended in a lacy transparent triangle. The triangle grew wider in front, and the lace became a shimmering rose pattern that barely overreached the model’s pussy. It seemed perfectly tapered. Ben just knew he could position his mouth in the center, and stroke from one hem edge, across the swollen excited clitoris hidden beneath, and finish his stroke with a touch of his tongue tip on warm skin and tiny pubic hairs.
Ben felt his cock react by stretching upwards and winking a droplet of precum approval. He looked at his cock. The head was swollen deep red and his shaft was straining upwards showing no signs of relaxing, just eagerness and excitement. The dog darted in the bathroom and nipped at his feet. Ben resolved his erection wasn’t going away. If the dog wasn’t so anxious, he would have began rubbing his hand over his needy cock with purpose. “Okay boy. Let’s go, I can hold it better than you.” He spoke to the dog, as he reluctantly reached to pull up his bottoms, which along with his boxer shorts had drifted down to puddle around his feet.
For some reason, Ben hesitated before pulling his boxers and bottoms back up. It was really too warm for both. He stepped out of the boxers and put them aside, before pulling the bottoms up over his erection, and drawing the string tight to his waist. His bottoms looked like they covered a flagpole. He looked down at the dog. “It’s a good thing it’s the middle of the night boy, or the postman might think we were trying to send a letter and my cock was the flagpole.”
Ben left the bathroom light on as he stepped out into Melody’s bedroom. His boxer shorts were in his hand and the light behind him illuminated a chair across from the large pillow covered bed. Beside the chair was Melody’s four-drawer clothes dresser. His heart rate increased knowing what was inside. He swallowed, and noticed his mouth was wetter than normal. Slowly, he stepped in front of the dresser. The top was neatly organized with a small jewelry case, a detailed ceramic figurine of a terrier, and the digital clock. Letting his boxers fall to the chair, he reached for the recessed dual drawer knobs and pulled. The light contents inside let the drawer glide easily forward. Ben’s chest thumped and the waif of feminine perfume filled his aromatic senses as the treasure of Melody’s panty collection was revealed. His cock immediately twitched and thumped again as his fingers came in contact with the first silky touch.
He had always found a woman’s panties incredibly erotic and arousing. But growing up in a house of men and playing sports all his life, he had never had access or an opportunity like this. He had even kept it a secret from his former wife, not that she really had ever worn any panties other than functional whites or tans with waist and leg wraps. They were always plain panties or just plain underwear. Not at all like the silks and satins full of lace and cut in tiny red and black triangles displayed before him in Melody’s treasure chest.
A thin red lace panty caught his eye. His cock twitched and he could feel the wetness seep out from his tip as Ben extracted it from deep in the back of the drawer like a precious artwork. The dog’s yelps fell on ears told to be deaf by Ben’s vision. Holding the side straps, he gently let the red panties unfurl before him.
It took a second for what Ben’s fingers felt to register in his mind. The sides were actually thin strips held together with a single small-embedded snap. He felt the snap and immediately imagined it against Melody’s warm hip, easily coming undone with a single pull from his teeth as he nibbled and kissed along the sloping hem towards the side of her pussy below. But he wouldn’t go there direct. Not without a well-spent time exploring the thin front panel and feeling her wavy pubic hair surface beneath like tiny ocean waves against his fingertips and caressing tongue. He pulled the panties to his face and smelled the soft perfume. They covered his nose and the soft silky thick bottom triangle of cloth rested on Ben’s lips. Involuntarily he kissed the soft fabric imagining how tightly it would be tucked to Melody’s ultimate and exquisite joining. Ben tilted his head back enough to keep the panties in place and released one hand.
Ignoring the continued dog yelps, Ben closed his eyes and drew in long calming breath through his nose. His hand dropped down to his cotton stretched bottoms and the firm downward stroke against his cock made his buttocks clinch from pleasure. On the upstroke, his hand past a little wet spot where his precum had soaked through. He stopped at the staining drawstring and pulled it loose. Even though his waistband was actually lowering, it felt more like his cock was rising out from confinement.
Ben tilted his head forward, lifted Melody’s panties from his face, and brought them down with his hand to his cock. The first touch sent a jolt of electricity through his cock and his ass tingled with excitement. He shifted his legs slightly apart and began a soft slow stroking up and down his cock with Melody’s panties. His cock hole was wide open now and seeping a continuous sticky flow of clear excitement. He saw a droplet attach to Melody’s panties and a string stretch and retract as he gripped his cock firmer and slid the panties down his swollen pulsing shaft and back up.
“Oh Melody that feels good.” Ben moaned. His hand pressed harder against his shaft flattening it against his pubic hair as his palm became more involved in stroking his cock. His breathing was getting rapid and his mouth was open.
“Oh baby. Oh baby.” Ben moaned as his fingers closed tighter to a fist and he began masturbating with Melody’s panties against his cock in passionate earnest.
“Oh, god. Oh…” He could hear the tiny gulping sounds of his cock hole and the wetness of his slick precum being stroked.
“Ugh, Oh, Ugh…” Harder and harder he rubbed focusing on the head of his cock and the sensitive vein pulsing and throbbing into his silk covered palm.
“Agh, Aaah, OH. OH OH OH…” Faster and harder Ben pulled at his cock as he jerked off into Melody’s panties. Finally, he could feel the blood pressure rise and flush his face as his cock passed the magic point of no return and his cum rocketed in an uncontrollable burst.
“OHHHHH…MELODY!!!” He came like he hadn’t cum in years. His cock pulsed hot jism like a coughing pressurized hose. A warm gob lurched to his chest. A second shot grazed and streaked against his forearm then dribbled down towards his wrist. One last burst shot out with less force but equal mass, and landed on the stretched crotch of Melody’s panties.
“Oh. Mmmm. Fuewwww.” Ben caught his breath as his ass quivered and his cock began to follow the sloping curve down from his orgasm peak. For the first time, he heard the dog bark again.
“Oh man. That was amazing. You have no idea.” Ben spoke to the dog, but the dog wasn’t interested in conversation. Instead, the dog ran from the bedroom and Ben could hear him barking from the area of the front door. Ben eyed the wealth of panties in the open drawer. He looked at Melody’s panties he had cum stained. The dog barked again. Ben wasn’t sure what to do with Melody’s wet panties. He knew he couldn’t just put them back in the drawer and he didn’t want to lay them on the chair. It only took him a second to decide what to do as he stepped out of his fallen bottoms, held the panties out and stepped into them. He could feel his wet cum streaking up the inside of his thigh as the panties stretched around his hips and only half covered the shaft of his cock.
The soft waistband and tight thinness curving across his ass, straining to contain his tilted cock, felt marvelously sensual to Ben. Especially because they weren’t just any panties he had on, they were Melody’s. It was easy to imagine the touch he felt was the touch she felt against her pussy. But as the dog’s final prodding barks sounded, Ben couldn’t linger any longer. He hurried pulled back on his bottoms and headed out the bedroom towards the impatient pleading dog.
As soon as Ben opened the front door and the dog shot outside, he knew he had made a mistake. He should of put a leash on the dog before opening the door. The dog darted quickly and was out of sight instantly. Barefoot, Ben stepped out onto the concrete walkway, scanned the neighborhood, and adjusted to the starlit street. In the quiet of the night, Ben heard the faint tinkle of a dog tag ahead and captured a quick vision of dark blur disappearing into the shrubbery between the houses across the street.
As Ben made his way down the street and approached the houses, he could see the house on the left was in darkness. Even though it was the middle of the night, the knowledge he was out in public wearing Melody’s panties under his thin cotton sleeping bottoms made him feel slightly intoxicated with excitement. He remembered the side snaps of the panties, but was surprised he couldn’t feel them on his body. An air conditioner hummed and tightly sealed blinds behind the windows created a mirror-like silhouette of his body moving forward. A row of various flowers and shrubs wove between the two houses like a traffic cone pattern. The thick grass around the bushy plants felt cushy to his feet. Ben liked the feel of Melody’s panties as we slowly stepped forward listening for the sound of the dog in the darkness. As he nudged deeper into the tall bushes, Ben became aware the house on the right had a softly lit glow coming from a window towards the back of the house. He thought the homeowner must have forgotten to turn it off a light. Surely no one was up at this time of the night.
A thick low branch brushed across his hip as Ben gingerly continued forward. He paused, and whispered hopefully to the missing dog. “Here boy.” There was no answer. Ben could feel the grass getting wetter around his bare feet, as he edged forward into the shrubs and plants repeating his whisper and pausing to listen. What was he doing out here in the middle of the night with nothing on, but his friend Melody’s red panties, wet with his own sticky cum, under his thin sleeping bottoms. His cock was still swollen and the tiny silk triangle between his legs was splitting his balls and only cupping one.
He should have grabbed a flashlight before running out of the house and looking for the dog. He disappeared a little deeper and thought he heard a light rustle. Maybe it was the dog. The dog was so small it wouldn’t make much noise. He was about twenty steps from the well-lit window now and could see the window was open with only sheer curtains diffusing the light.
“I wonder if anyone is awake on the other side of that window”, Ben thought to himself. He listened for sounds of the dog as he softened his steps forward, staying in the darkness of the bushes. Closer and closer to the window he cautiously shuffled through the damp grass. Finally, he drew even with the window and looped around a large lilac bush with thinning branches. Halfway around the bush, Ben gained a perfect view inside. He could see a bedroom nicely decorated with a door leading out into a hallway and two half melted candles glowing. All the light seemed to be coming from the candles on the square wooden nightstand. The room was empty, but Ben’s blood started racing as he saw a shadow coming down the hallway into the bedroom. Quickly and slightly panicky, Ben ducked down below the lilac bushes. He was more hidden in shadow, but still able to maintain a view of the room through the thin branches. The shadow turned into a woman.
The sound of a passing car startled Ben and he crouched lower. When he realized the car driver couldn’t possibly see him in the darkness, he caught his breath and raised up to get another look inside the window.
She wasn’t just an average woman. Her age was hard to estimate, maybe thirties or forties or even a very well kept fifty year old. Her skin was smooth on her full body. As the woman entered the room, she stopped at the nightstand to pour wax from the candle. Her angle was almost straight to Ben’s line of sight. His mouth dropped open as he saw she only wore a very small undersized black bra and black panties. The bra barely held her magnificent curvy breasts tucked in. It was thin. Her dark nipples were as large as the tip of Ben’s cock. Ben’s eyes wondered down her belly to her panties and he was spellbound. He traced the tiny lacy hem down between her legs. Her panties were just as thin as her bra, and Ben could easily make out the cleft of her pussy among the dark pubic triangle inside.
Ben became aware of a tingle between his legs and as he looked at the woman inside, he drew a connection between what her pussy must feel like inside her black panties, and the growing erection he felt wearing Melody’s borrowed panties.
She moved softly in the candle light and as she turned to close the door of her bedroom, Ben’s eye focus rotated to her shapely bottom. The door closed revealing a new room surprise. A full-length mirror was attached to the back of the door. The woman turned, and stood in front of the mirror, glancing down her luscious curving body. From Ben’s vantage point, he could look in the mirror and see both her front and her back. He knew without looking down, Melody’s thin panties and the cotton bottoms were betraying his erection. Ben felt the strain begin to ache for touch.
As Ben watched the woman and admired her, he noticed she didn’t seem to be in any hurry to leave the mirror. In fact, she was decidedly lingering. Her hand was slowly circling her stomach. Her fingers extended, but touching with only her palm, she seemed entranced looking into the mirror. Ben noticed her eyes were looking down at her panties. Her palm moved out, and she began caressing over her body with only her long fingertips. They glided higher and higher until her hand was just below the bottom of her bra. With her index finger, she began tracing around the lace, over the curve of her breast and onto the creamy skin just above her bra. Her fingers sensuously caressed down the bare half of her breast to the middle and then back up in slow seductive stroking motions. Then her other hand moved up and began to trace over her other breast. She was rubbing her nipple through the thin bra.
Ohh..Mmmm…” She moaned softly, as it felt good. Her other hand moved up and a second set of fingertips found her other nipple. With each hand, she softly stroked her swollen nipples through the fabric of her bra. Unconsciously, Ben slid his hand down to his stiff penis and began mimicking her soft stroking.
More car sounds came from the street, but Ben paid no attention to the distraction. The beautifully sexy woman inside stepped a little to the side. Her legs spread wider as she continued raking her fingertips over her engorged nipples. Ben could see her nipples were poking out intensely erect through the thin bra. He imagined taking her excited swollen nipple into his mouth and sucking her precious nubs for all he was worth through her thin bra.
Ben stared as she added her thumb and began pulling and rolling her excited nipples through the cloth. She was lost in her own sexual arousal and Ben was too. He barely felt the wetness developing at the tip of his hard cock and re-saturating Melody’s borrowed panties.
Ben ran his long fingers along the length of his upright shaft as he watched her slide her hand to the hidden clasp between her breasts and unhook her bra. Almost immediately, her hand slid over her breast and she spread her fingers trapping her swollen nipple between them. Ben felt the drawstring of his sleeping bottoms and thought about pulling the cord, letting them fall to his knees, and feeling his hand once again stroking his cock through Melody’s panties. But the sight of the woman touch herself was all the stimulation he could handle for the moment. It was too enthralling to do anything more than just watch, and press his hand tight to his aching hard on.
Almost as if she couldn’t hold out any longer, the aroused woman slid one of her hands down between her legs and across the front of her panties. Ben imagined his own hand and remembered how Melody’s panties felt the first time, a short while ago. The wetness the woman in the mirror felt clung to her panties. Her excitement was rising higher with each touch and it was evident in the motion of her rotating and shifting hips as she responded to her own touch. Ben watched as she curled her finger inside her panties and it disappeared inside.
“Oooh yeah..” She moaned and her eyes closed as the finger inside her panties began a hidden stroking motion. Then another finger went inside her moist panties and still another. She wasn’t messing around. Her needs were urgent. Her panties protruded out and her fingers inside the leg hole stroked up and down, searching out her engorged clitoris.
“Oh, Fuck yeah..Oh god I want to cum..” The woman pleaded to her pussy. She could feel her fingers dipping inside her pussy, gathering her wetness and reducing the friction as she rubbed up and down the length of her dripping pussy lips. Her hand moved all the way up over her clit circling it and then slid all the way down. Back up and back down, dipping inside her wet box each time she passed. She braced herself by spreading her legs wider and speeded the motion of her stroking. Ben could see wetness in the discoloration of her panties. Her hand moved faster and faster, as she stroked herself to orgasm. Her closed eyes squinted down tighter. Her breathing became faster. Ben’s hand gripped his cock tighter. He could tell she was close. Just a few more deep and deliberate strokes and he saw her body begin shuddering as her orgasm exploded.
“OOHHH..FUCK YES!!!!” The woman shouted to herself in the mirror. Her pussy released a gusher of warm juices that dribbled out her panties and down the inside of her legs. Ben felt his cock growing closer to climax. He closed his eyes and jerked his cock towards explosion, but it was the startling ache on his ankle that came first. He looked down and it was Melody’s dog. It had nipped his ankle and backed off. It was looking up at him. Then, before Ben could do anything, the dog barked. It wasn’t a loud continuous bark, just a little yelp. But it was loud enough to panic Ben as he dropped to his knees behind the cover of the bushes. The woman inside, drained by her orgasm, yet still stimulated, heard the little dog bark and looked towards the window startled. She looked around but could see nothing in the dark. “Just a dog.” She thought, as she turned back to the window, stepped forward to the nightstand, and leaning down she blew out the candle with one quick breath. Ben forcefully scooped the dog into his arms and quickly turned, stepped away from the lilac plant, and crept back down the row of bushes towards the street.
The terrier wiggled slightly in his firm arms. Ben wasn’t sure where the dog had been, but he could feel moisture on his feet as he pressed the dog to his chest. As Ben cleared the edge the house and reached the sidewalk, the concrete hardness surprised his bare feet. He trailed dark wet footprints on the ground, and wet cumprints inside Melody’s panties, across the street, and up Melody’s driveway to her front door.
As Ben opened the front door and carried the dog inside, he noticed more lights were on than he remembered. A surprising voice came from the back bedroom. “Is that you Ben?”
It was Melody’s soft voice. She was home. Instead of staying upstate with her sister, she had dropped her son off, and decided to drive back home.
Before she heard the front door open, Melody had only been home for a few minutes. It had surprised her to come in the house and find a glow of light coming from her bedroom. She assumed Ben was sleeping in her son’s bed. Her puppy, Milo, must be sleeping somewhere and she had successfully walked quietly past to her bedroom so as not to disturb Ben or wake up Milo. As she place her overnight bag on her bed, her curved lips dropped and her eyes widened. “What are those boxer shorts doing on the chair? Are those Ben’s?” She thought to herself. She stepped to the chair and reached for the boxers. They had something wet on them. She recognized what it likely was immediately.
Then she noticed the top drawer of her dresser was pulled out. She stepped to it and observed the disarray of her panties. “Was Ben looking through my panties?” The thought made her heart race.
She had noticed the way Ben looked at her in the office. She had even taken a few glances at his jeans and noticed his not-so-well hidden bulge. One time, knowing she would be in a meeting, she had given him a report to drop off on her desk and intentionally left her monitor on a sexy lingerie website just to tease him.
On the long drive back from dropping her son off, she had fantasized about coming home, quietly entering the house, stripping down naked, and crawling into bed beside Ben. She imagined her nipples pressed into warm back as she curled into his body and reached over his hip to stroke his cock. Her thoughts made her ache between her legs, and for the last hour, her hand had been in her lap. Her thumb had progressed from rubbing against the denim, to slipping inside the zipper and teasing her clitoris through her increasingly wet satin panties. For the last half hour of her drive home, her thumb had become wetter and wetter from her saturating satin. Melody couldn’t wait to get home, pull the car in the garage, and quietly sneak into her bedroom and masturbate thinking about Ben and knowing he was sleeping in the next room.
But it was just a fantasy. Ben seemed just as shy as she did, and the chances of taking their relationship to another level seemed distantly remote. She looked at her open dresser drawer. “Maybe I left the drawer open…” She thought. She tried to remember if she had. The boxers felt slightly sticky. She raised them to her face to examine them closer and saw the coin size wet spot. It was small, but as she lowered her nose to sniff, she heard the sound of the front door open, turned and called out to Ben.
“Ben? Is that you Ben?” Melody’s voice rose higher with surprise. She tossed the boxers on the bed.
“Uh, Yeah, It’s me.” Ben called back. The surprise of Melody’s appearance stilled him where he stood. Melody instinctively spun from her dresser, walked out of her bedroom, passed through the short hallway, and appeared through the living room arch to greet Ben.
The suddenness of their mutual sight was full of unexpected surprises. Melody saw Ben was without a shirt and it was the first time she had seen his muscular chest. His nipples looked almost erect. Ben saw Melody’s smiling lips and the free flow of her curly hair. Something he never saw at work where she always kept her hair in a bun or tied back business style. Melody had very pretty hair and the curls that tapered down to the smooth curves of her breasts struck Ben as sexy.
“Hi. I came back early.” Melody spoke first.
“Wow. I didn’t expect to see you. I was just walking the dog.” Ben replied back. Their words were background noise to the additional visual surprises. In her hurry inside and brief time in the bedroom, Melody had forgotten about her unzipped jeans. Even in the faint light, Ben couldn’t help but notice the split opening of Melody’s jeans revealed a dark velvet red vision of her panties. Melody couldn’t help but notice Ben was barefoot, but as she scanned up his sleeping bottoms, she noticed the loose drawstring had let the waistline sag on Ben’s hips and she could see the thick red line of underwear above.
It was one of those once in a lifetime moments. Two people who had only known each other from a relatively professional role of conservative appearance, but had fantasized sexually about each other, all of a sudden were exposed to each other in a sensuous secret revealing moment. The electric moment of mutual desire exposed permeated the room. And neither of them yet knew they were exposed to the other.
They were six feet apart when Milo barked to Melody.
“Oh, Milo baby.” Melody stepped forward to take the dog from Ben’s arms into her own. “Mommy’s so happy to see you.” Melody hugged the dog to her chest and Milo nuzzled excitedly into the warmth of her breasts. With Melody standing closer to him now, Ben could look down at her unbuttoned jeans and clearly see how rich the red of her panties were and the dark discoloration surprised him. It made him want to take a longer look, but he didn’t want to risk getting caught by giving away where his eyes were directed.
“You must be tired from the drive?” Ben commented as he diverted his eyes up.
“Yeah, a little, but I drank a lot of coffee.” Melody replied as she bent and lowered Milo to the carpet. She couldn’t help but glance at Ben’s bare feet. They were wet, covered with grass clippings and dashes of dirt. She noticed he had long tapered toes. “You have stuff on your feet.”
Her comment stirred Ben from the view he was enjoying down the front of her forward hanging shirt. Her breasts were so full and heavy the shirt could barely contain them. “Oh darn. I hope I didn’t get anything on the carpet.” Ben turned and looked to the door. He was glad he didn’t see anything. While he turned, Melody’s eyes traveled up the legs of his bottoms and fixed on the exposed red fabric above his waistline. Up close, the lace trim was now easy to see, and so was Ben’s bulging front. She remembered the boxer shorts lying on the chair in her bedroom and the open panty drawer. She looked again, more purposefully and direct at the lace red trim around Ben’s waist and the thought hit her. The surety of a new awareness proven fact, “Ben is wearing my panties!”
Ben turned his head back from the carpet and for a moment he was electrified at seeing Melody’s lingering stare at the front of his bottoms. But she kept looking. It wasn’t just a glancing look, it was a stare and Ben’s own eyes were drawn down towards the swell of his crotch whereupon the electricity turned to unexpected panic. He saw how exposed the panties he had on were for the first time, how the slumping waistline had given away his secret, and he knew Melody knew.
His cheeks flushed red. There was nothing he could say or do, but stand and face whatever emotional outrage would burst from Melody’s lips. He felt dread like he had just received a report card with a failing grade on manliness and an admonishing, “PERVERT” written beside the grade.
As she looked up, Melody could see Ben’s unshaven blushing face. He was still. His shoulders seemed to faintly tremble and although his lips were slightly apart, as if to speak, nothing came out. For Melody, the moment, visibly delicate, fragile and palpable, trembled with possibilities. She felt her pussy quiver from excitement.
“I think I need to sit down.” Melody said, looking towards the couch.
“I should probably wipe my feet off.” Ben stammered.
Melody straightened and stepped towards the couch and turned a shaded table light on as Milo skittered away into the next room. “Here are some tissues.” She pointed to a box on the coffee table as she sat down on the black leather couch.
Ben wanted to go to another room, any room, just somewhere else quickly and strip off his bottoms and the panties, but something in the soft tone of Melody’s voice told him it was okay. Perhaps she didn’t know what he thought she knew. He moved to join her on the couch. The way Melody had positioned herself in the center of the couch; his only option was sitting down beside her with only a few inches between them.
He avoided looking at her eyes, but Melody couldn’t deny the urge to focus her eyes on his. Seeing he wasn’t looking, she returned her stare to his bulging crotch. In the soft luminance from the side lamp, she could clearly see the tip of his penis pushing slightly left and lifting teasingly close to the top edge of the red lace. She broke her gaze when she felt his weight settle into the couch beside her. She wondered if his cock tip was now peeking out.
Feeling her eyes upon him, Ben made no sudden move to pull his waistband higher and hide the exposed panty waistband. He could feel his cock, still hard and swollen from stroking it in the shadows of the bushes outside, and the way Melody twisted on the couch towards him, offering the box of tissues and oblivious to her own open zipper, had caused her pants to open up wider. The angle he had and the light from the lamp, gave him the best vision yet. Her red satin panties were clearly darker the lower they disappeared into the valley of her pussy.
“Could she be wet?” Ben thought. His erection wasn’t going to shrink easily.
Melody watched Ben take a tissue from the box, lean forward and wipe his feet. Her mind was wildly racing as her heart was wildly beating. When Ben leaned forward, Melody scanned down his strong back and stopped when she saw the full sweep of her red panties pulling up from his bottoms. Ben’s lean forward had brought him closer to her crotch and for the first time he could smell her rich sex. He lingered wiping his feet while taking in her erotic aroma. Then he heard Melody’s soft voice break the silence.
“Ben, are you wearing my panties?” Her voice was calm and curious. The tone non-threatening, and her breath unmistakably excited. Ben’s face flushed again. He knew he could do nothing, but admit the truth, apologize, and hope she wouldn’t explode in outrage. Something in the way she asked the question, told him she would be rational.
“Um, Yes.” He spoke as he rose up without looking at Melody.
“Why?” Melody sensed she had control of Ben and decided to put him on the spot a little tighter.
“I just. I just.” Ben’s voiced trailed away trying to find the right words to explain. His heart was pounding to get out of his chest. He rubbed his hands together nervously.
“Yes?” Melody softly prodded him to finish. Her voice was soft; almost reassuring like an understanding friend telling him it was okay to let it all out.
Ben turned, and saw the warm relaxed curious eyes of Melody. “I uh, just kind of saw them in your drawer, and wondered what they would feel like.” He explained as he felt himself breaking a barrier of reluctance.
“Do you wear women’s panties all the time?”
“No. I’ve never done anything like this. Honest. You must think I’m a pervert or something, but I’m not. I just..uh..” His voice sounding pleading and in part he was distracted again by a glance down to Melody’s open zipper.
“Just what?” Melody only needed to prod a little. She gingerly reached out and put her hand on Ben’s shoulder. Her touch was gentle and reassuring. Ben relaxed to the conversation despite the twitch of his cock.
“I just knew they were yours.” The honesty in his voice wasn’t the lost on Melody.
“Mine?” Melody liked his answer. She liked that apparently Ben’s answer indicated he desired not just anyone or just any panties. He desired her.
“Yes. Yours.” Ben looked into her warm eyes as he answered.
“I want to see.” Melody whispered. “Stand up.”
Ben felt his heartbeat jump to a new dynamic pulse. He stood and faced Melody, his bulging cock only a foot from her red lips.
Melody curled her fingers around the waistband of Ben’s bottoms and with a firm tug, pulled them down. Seeing the fabric wiggle over his hard panty-covered cock elicited another liquid surge from her pussy. The bottoms easily slid to his knees.
“That must feel much better. Sit back down.” Melody said softly. She patted the couch cushion beside her, as she saw, for the first time, the full extent of Ben’s excitement. Her panties were comically small for his balls. Only a thin swatch of fabric partially contained what looked like a soufflé of hot flesh spilling out of an undersized dish.
Smiling with lust, Melody reached over and extended one finger towards Ben’s panty covered hard cock. Ben held his breath and held his breath. Melody placed the first joint of her index finger on the throbbing red silk. She could feel the warm heat of Ben’s cock and the pulsing low throb of his excitement. Her finger moved teasingly slow and deliberately sensual down the length of his cock to his balls. She eased the pressure back to only touching him with her fingertip. Her finger made little circles over his balls, but never passed outside of contact with the panties.
“Do you like that Ben? Do you like me touching your panties?” Melody whispered teasingly to him.
“Yes.” Ben was quick to answer, and match her whisper. The whole couch seemed to shake and pulse with his heartbeat.
Ben felt Melody’s fingers jump to the waistband stretched over his hip. She tugged the side strap. “These come loose if you pull.”
She pulled. The snap popped loose and the stretched material sprung free like a slingshot revealing Steve’s cock.
“Oh my goodness.” Melody teasingly commented as she smiled. “You are a big swollen boy.” She licked the rim of her lips.
He could tell in the way Melody looked at his salivating hard cock, in the twinkle of excitement in her eyes, and the way her tongue edged forward and slipped across her lips, she was getting just as turned on as he was. Ben also knew if he didn’t take charge, become the pleaser instead of just being pleased, he might lose the moment of opportunity to feel his cock where he wanted to feel it the most, inside of Melody’s tight warm pussy. It was time to become more assertive. He held Melody’s gaze with his own.
“You know, I like looking at your panties too.” Melody was surprised by the change to self-assuredness in Ben’s voice. She clinched her buttocks and felt her pussy ache.
“I guess you can.” She replied, uncertain as to why he was stating what appeared to be obvious. She stroked her hand across the silky rigid warmth between Ben’s legs.
“No, I mean YOUR panties.” Ben’s voice rose with emphasis on ‘Your’. His eyes redirected to Melody’s zipper and she involuntarily followed the direction of his gaze.
“Oh. Fuck!” Melody realized for the first time, her zipper was wide open and flared like a butterfly revealing her own red panties. It was pointless to do anything about it. In fact, she suddenly realized she had no idea how long she had been exposing herself. As she drew in a smooth deep breath, she exhaled a jagged excitement.
“Can I touch?” Ben asked softly, as his hand moved to the top of her upper thigh.
Melody looked at his long fingers. The neat fingernails and rounded tips only inches from her open fly. “Yes.” She answered in a breath.
Their warm eyes met. Heads moved forward and lips touched followed by tongues that gently explored each other’s mouths. Each of them felt how much the other needed and wanted.
Ben’s right hand slipped between Melody’s hips. His fingers found her open zipper lips. As Melody’s tongue submitted to Ben’s exploring kiss, she felt a gentle brush across the hidden fern of her satin covered pussy. Her tongue responded back to Ben’s inviting kiss while fingers slipped further under the side of her panties and settled on Melody’s soft pussy lips. She was hot to the touch, very wet, and very ready to feel more of his touch on her pussy. Their passionate kiss slowed to loving sucking strokes. Ben listened for the pattern of breathing coming from her nose to know his fingers were touching her just as she wanted to be touched.
Melody lifted her hips from the couch and fiercely pulled her own jeans down her legs and kicked them off while Ben continued stroking the length of her swollen lips.
“Push in me. ” She breathily whispered. “Finger fuck me Ben. Finger fuck my pussy!” Melody sighed with pleasure as lusciously upward slipped two long probing fingers.
“Oh god, your fingers feel good in my pussy. Deeper honey. Deeper!” Melody urged as she felt Ben’s fingers brush her begging clit on their way deep beyond. Melody’s pussy was fragrant and steaming, wet with luscious desire, and waiting to be explored by his Ben’s long fingers.
Ben had also become intensely aroused. Melody watched as he boldly pulled the loose red silk from his hips. He continued stroking her. Deeper and deeper his fingers thrust. The speed of his thrusts went faster and faster, as his thumb polished her clitoris.
“Oh fuck…Ohhhhh that feels soooo gooood!” She moaned as felt Ben lifting her shirt with his free hand. She helped with her own, and quickly her shirt was off, revealing her breasts and swollen nipples for the first time. They were now both naked except for her panties.
Ben opened his mouth and covered her nipple sucking the inch surrounding as well as the hard nub into deep warmth. Melody took in the measure and visually caressed his swollen circumcised cock. It was ramrod straight, thick, rising seven inches from a curly, dark wavy thatch. The sight of Ben’s cock at full arousal, made her pussy pulse with increased excitement.
“Oh Ben, you’re going to make me cum!” Melody shouted.
“Cum baby. Cum.” Ben urged her on to orgasm with his voice and his thrusting fingers.
“Oh God, Oh Fuck!” Melody writhed her hips and squeezed her pussy muscles against Ben’s thrusting fingers. Speeding wet sounds filled the living room. Her hand reached for Ben’s cock and wrapped tight around the swollen trunk.
“Cum Melody. Cum NOW!” Ben demanded, as he lowered his lips and squeezed her erect nipple tightly between them.
“Ooooh.. c u m ….” Melody passionately released the words from her lips as she felt her climax and the gush of pleasure from her pussy. She reached her free hand down between her legs, and covered Ben’s hand to press him tighter to her pussy as Ben suspended the strokes of his fingers.
The orgasm only made Melody want more. She wanted to feel Ben’s cock inside her. So did Ben. Her hand pulled on his cock sliding across the wet tip and spreading his precum back down his shaft. She made him slick, like his fingers.
Melody felt Ben’s mouth release her nipple and his kisses move up her chest. His warm mouth rose on the left side of her tilted neck as Ben’s fingers slipped from her wetness. Her panties were buried into the crevice of her ass. She felt Ben’s hand slip under her and his fingers trace the tucked warm satin.
His lips moved from her neck to her mouth and they traded passionate kisses as Melody spread her hand and explored around Ben’s cock and ass. She whispered into his ear, “Fuck me Ben.”
Ben slipped his fingers around the top lace of her panties and began to tug them down, but just as he had them on the down slope of her ass, Melody stopped him with her words. “Please. Leave my panties on.”
Ben eagerly complied with Melody’s request. They renewed kissing as he pushed the wet stretched satin partially back over the curve of her ass. Melody felt Ben collapsing her onto the arm of the couch. She put her hands up and behind her. Her legs dangled for a moment over the couch edge until Ben lifted his body, and she slipped a leg under him to the backside of the couch. But Melody didn’t wasn’t content with her legs just spread on either side of Ben. She bent her leg and lifted it high atop the back of the couch leaving her lasciviously exposed, her legs invitingly apart, and her panties stretched wide like a haplessly thin veil over her soaking wet snatch.
Moving between her thighs, Ben continued to sweep his hands over her breasts. He cupped her left one in his palm as his fingers entrapped the opposite nipple.
“Oh Ben, play with my breasts. My nipples are sooo hard.” Ben leaned forward holding a nipple between his finger and thumb. He glided his tongue around it. The teasing touch wasn’t enough for Melody.
“Suck my nipple.” She moaned. “Suck it hard.” Her words spurred Steve with new vigor.
Melody’s panties were like a thin satin sheet. Ben slightly stiffened his legs and gripped his toes into the leather couch. “I want to be inside you.” He whispered to Melody, as he laid his cock down on the bed of her warm pussy.
Melody felt his cock, gently pulsing, eager for her craving pussy. She slid her arms across and behind his shoulders. Her hands slid down reaching Ben’s hip, sliding over the rise of his buttock and her left palm cupping him. Their faces turned opposite and Ben’s cheek pressed tight to hers. “Fuck me.” She groaned, as the tip of Ben’s cock dipped entered her pussy and she felt her inner folds marvelously stretch for the filling of his cock. In one deliberate thrust, he was inside her.
Entirely filled by Ben’s cock, Melody’s entire body joined with passion. Her legs rose to “V” at each of his elbows, her arms wrapped about his body, and Melody squeezed every inner cunt muscle tight as she could. Ben’s hands slipped under her ass. His fingertips pushed the satin fabric of her panties bringing an exquisite added pressure to Melody’s tiny but aroused anal muscles. They passionately kissed as Ben’s rocking hips began to pile drive steel-hardness to her inner depths. Melody couldn’t remember the last time she had felt the deep pleasure places he touched. The moment for tender lovemaking was well past, She wanted to be thoroughly fucked, and Ben was lancing her pussy with every thrust. Her hips spurred him on.
“God! You are incredible,” Ben blurted. Melody heard him, but couldn’t respond with anymore than a grunt. Her pussy was convulsing towards orgasm. She felt an internal burst of pleasure break an invisible barrier. Her body shuddered and she came.
Her cries of orgasmic release pushed Ben to his own orgasm. He pushed his cock deeply inside her, gripped her ass and finally felt the exquisite inevitable explosion of hot, fragrant seed spurt once, twice, then pulse a third and fourth time deep into Melody’s pussy.
They held each other for the moment. Melody felt thoroughly well fucked, her sexual desire was satiated and satisfied. Ben’s cock felt at peace inside her pussy. A tiny metal tinkling sound grew louder and they both felt the tiny shake of the couch as Milo leapt up the far end of their couch below their feet.
Ben turned and softly spoke, “Hi Milo.” He knew the dog’s name now, and he would never forget.