Fall Panties

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.