Silk and Cotton Ch. 06

"So, what did you do with Jenny's knickers?" Dave leant across the garden fence, mug of tea in hand, taking a four o'clock afternoon break from a lot of work on his PC. Also leaning upon the fence, but from the other side, his neighbour, he too with mug of tea. It was not the first time a woman's undergarments had been discussed across the fence.

"They're nicely washed now, as you can see." The silk knickers, along with several others and various different garments, fluttered happily like bunting in the breeze on Alan's washing line. The orange was distinctive. Alan went to fetch them and handed them across.

"Did you enjoy them?"

"Loved watching you and Jenny. Yes, I did record it all. You'll have to watch. We can have a nice wank. You both performed really well. I gave you good marks! Did I enjoy the way you played with her wet sex with these knickers; did I love the way you pushed them into her..."

"Soaking them for you!"

"Much appreciated. Soaked with your cum as well."

"Was that OK?"

"Added to it. Wonderful to catch that soggy and warm ball of silk. After watching through the PC screen, there, all of a sudden, the reality in my hand. Still warm from you both - wet warmth." Alan grinned, "very wet warmth! And, of course, the scent..." he paused looking a little sheepish. "You hard?"

"Course I am."

"Me too. And then there was the taste as well." He pointed up Dave's garden, up the carefully tended lawn and flowerbeds, towards the end. "I sat there on your bench. Was a lovely warm night. Just sat there, naked backside on the wood, cock up in the air; sat there in the darkness wanking with Jenny's silk knickers in my mouth." He looked directly at Dave. "All in my mouth, running my tongue over the material, delving into the folds and... bit embarrassing really isn't it? Male sexual desire and kinkiness. Well, my kinkiness!"

"I'd have done the same. Megan's sopping panties, wet from her and with your cum. I'd have enjoyed it. I've liked sucking your cock enough with Megan's juice all over it - and also when you've cum. Wouldn't mind doing something like that now but really, must finish this tea and get back to work."

"Me too."

"Did you just cum? Does the seat need washing down afterwards?"

"No. I stopped sucking and wrapped my cock in the wet knickers and just stroked until I refilled them. It was great - just sitting there in the warm darkness, naked with all that warm soft silky wetness around my cock and releasing. Great!"

"Perhaps I should have a quick wank before getting back to work."

"You know it'll turn into a long one!"

Dave sighed. "True enough. What say you if Megan isn't in the mood tonight, and if Jenny isn't, we meet in the dark on your bench and have a nice long wank?"

"Yeah, OK."

The two men were good. Despite bulging jeans, they both went back to their work and, in the nature of things, soon deflated. Arrangements had, though, been made to meet that night. A time agreed if neither had sexual intercourse and their absence from marital beds was not noticed. As it happened the plan worked. Tired wives after a very busy working day initiated nothing and dropped very quickly to sleep. Quarter past eleven found two neighbours, naked of course, leaving their back doors and walking out into the warm night air, Dave up his own garden and Alan hopping over the fence.

Only the stars and a hint of a moon, a pale crescent, lit the scene and the naked meeting of the two neighbours. It was a delightfully warm night. Unusual for England. Not a breath of wind stirred the leaves.

"Evening Alan."

"Evening Dave."

Greetings exchanged in low voices as the two men lowered their bare buttocks onto the bench and they sat side by side. They talked quietly about this and that; asking about their respective wives and establishing both women had been tired and gone quickly to sleep.

"I wonder if Chrissie is asleep?"

"Perhaps tucked up in bed with her fingers and hairbrush handle. Nice and cosy."

"Be good to be in bed with her. One each side. What would that be like? Three in a bed sex. You and me taking turns."

"Just feeling her at first, my fingers meeting yours in all sorts of interesting places and then her hands holding our hard cocks before we..."

"Inseminate!"

"Yes! Mind you. Be nice simply to have her here between us." Alan felt Dave's hand upon his upright cock, a gentle encircling touch and the man began to wank it. He too reached and did the same. Two men wanking each other in the darkness, saying nothing and imagining the schoolgirl from down the road doing that. Darkness from her house. Everyone in bed. But was she masturbating as well and what thoughts did she have? It was unlikely they were of Dave and Alan; unlikely she was getting a thrill imagining herself sitting in Dave's garden on a bench wanking a couple of, to her, aged men. They were over thirty after all!

"Pity we can't spy on her. Watch her undress in her bedroom window."

"What, us up a ladder!"

"Not so easy in reality. Pity you can't leave a hidden camera in her bedroom."

"Think of the trouble I'd be in if she found it and it was traced to me. Who else would have been in her room? No way. Court case. Marriage breakup. No thanks! Can't see us seeing her naked. Think we'll just have to imagine."

And they most certainly were imagining out there in the garden!

"Perhaps next time you might take a photo of Chrissie's bedroom, so I don't have to imagine that. If she happens to be there with her hairbrush handle deep in her pussy so much the better"

"Or my cock."

"Deep in her." Dave's encircling fingers slid down Alan's shaft to his hair, emphasising the depth.

"That's good Dave. I'm certainly imagining. Her virgin pussy and me the first to go in."

Dave's hand closed squeezing the hard flesh. "You going to make her pregnant, Alan? Or will it be me following on?" Dave let go. "Perhaps Chrissie had better just suck. Can't get pregnant sucking on a cock."

"Oral best for young people - best for schoolgirls!"

"Should do it regularly. Chrissie should pop in and suck ours on the way home from school! Wouldn't be any bother for her really. A nice hot drink to speed her on her journey. Come on Alan, stand up and I'll pretend to be Chrissie or, rather, you can pretend I'm Chrissie."

Half seen in the darkness, Alan's knob wavered before his face, a wet touch to his nose and then his cheek before he opened his mouth and reached towards it. Sucking cock was not what Dave had expected to do a few weeks back. He had thought of it occasionally, more about, for him, the impossible contortion of sucking his own, but had not expected ever to suck another man. Yet it had come easily and naturally to the two men. Sniffing the women's scent upon the cocks had led to a desire to taste and, if not directly from the pussy, why not from an organ that had delved within? All stemmed from that meeting in the morning at the bins when Alan had casually commented he had been in the midst of sexual intercourse when he had remembered the rubbish. Dave well remembered the rush of sexual excitement he had felt; the surprising rush when Alan's prick had accidentally fallen out of his pyjama fly and he had looked and known the wetness upon it was from Megan and had smelt her scent drifting up to him. Dave's lips firmly closed upon Alan's cock as he remembered, and he happily fellated Alan knowing the compliment would be returned.

For Alan not just the idea, but a mouth holding his cock let him fantasise so easily about Chrissie. The young girl kneeling in her school uniform, skirt hem resting on her knees, hands in her lap, her upturned face looking up at him and her lips moulded around his cock. Yes indeed! It would be so good if Chrissie did call around on her way home from school. A lovely four o'clock break from his work; Chrissie kneeling, unzipping him and extracting; Chrissie's open mouth reaching forward; perhaps Dave there too, it would be good to watch Dave being sucked as well as being sucked himself; Chrissie sometimes dressed, sometimes partly dressed, sometimes naked - and sucking.

"Chrissie - I'm about to cum!" Alan pulled Dave's mouth from his penis. He had spoken both urgently and loudly. Hopefully there had been no one out in another garden and heard him! He moderated his voice, "That was good Dave. I was so imagining Chrissie." They swopped. More difficult, then, for Alan to continue imagining Chrissie as he readied himself to take Dave's cock - unless Chrissie had a little or rather quite big surprise hidden in her panties. That was a thought! The idea of Chrissie letting him undress her; remove her clothes one by one, unclipping her skirt, unbuttoning her blouse, removing her brassiere, sucking upon her nipples and then being more than surprised at the bulge in her knickers; 'surely not' he would think, as he lowered the waistband of her frog and finding not a lovely girly pussy but a sweet young and surprisingly big erect cock.

Alan sucked away at Dave imagining doing the same to Chrissie. The girl not as much of a girl as they had thought. Yet there was no way that was the case. Both Dave and he had very much enjoyed Chrissie's frog panties, had both become very hard as they had taken in her undoubted girl scent - the scent of a young pussy in heat. She definitely had a pussy not a cock!

"It's a shame," said Alan, removing Dave's cock from his mouth, "we haven't another pair of Chrissie's knickers here."

"Mmmm, lovely to sit here in the dark, smelling those and wanking. I did enjoy cumming in those little frog ones with you. Yeah, shame you haven't 'snaffled' another pair. I don't know which would be better. Sniffing and cumming or cumming in the knickers, feeling them all warm around my cock. We should have brought a pair of Jenny's and Megan's out here." But they had not. They had no sexual aids but their cocks and their imagination.

"Be nice to have the girls out here, sucking and fucking together on this bench."

"Yeah, I rather like sitting intercourse, Jenny upon my lap sitting one way or the other. Could they see in the dark which of us was which? How about that. Accidental wife swopping. Megan and Jenny sitting down on the wrong lap, the wrong penises sliding up before they realised. Sexual intercourse all the way to conclusion not knowing if it was their husband's penis or another's."

"We might not know either. That would be exciting. I expect they and we would soon realise but a good way to slip - literally slip - into wife swopping. Once the ice was broken - so to speak - a regular thing."

Alan's hand closed again over Dave's penis and Dave did the same to Alan. It was good to sit there talking and gently being wanked. A perfect night for it.

Made up situations, made up stories - bedtime stories for boys! Unlikely things with each other's wife, very unlikely things with the schoolgirl up the road. All very nice until one after the other penises were stroked into action in the warm darkness. Gasps and moans of pleasure from one and the feeling of hot wetness running down upon the hand of the other. Men doing their sexual thing. Men doing their rather messy sexual thing, up and out into the darkness of the night.

The two men rose and said they must 'do that again.' But that would depend upon the warmth of the nights and whether their services were required in the marital bed. It had been a pleasant end to the day.

Erotic thoughts in the warm darkness of Dave's garden about Chrissie's bedroom and what went on there, were somewhat realised by Alan only a couple of days later when he went to do more work at her house and was able, once again, to take a quick peak into her room. He did not see her naked there, did not see her with a hairbrush handle inside her - she was not in the house after all - but what he found was rather more than just the pair of discarded knickers he was seeking and he told Dave just that when they met the next day. Both had been out shopping and had met, coincidentally, in the supermarket. Alan was excited but would tell Dave no more than he had something of Chrissie's to show him that was more than a pair of frog printed panties.

No sooner home and groceries put away than Dave was knocking on Alan's door.

"I think you need to get your cock out to see this." Certainly, an unusual greeting between two friends, almost a command. Two chairs were set in front of the computer screen with a towel spread across them. Clear to Dave he was meant to fully undress. Clear that wanking was in the offing. Like men in changing rooms they undressed, only with their penises up in the air. Men excited. Men turgid in anticipation. Men capable of doing things. Men very capable of doing things to Chrissie. Upon the towel rested Chrissie's green frog panties. They had clearly been washed, even ironed. Fresh and aired, no longer smelling of young girl but most certainly a symbol. Pure and innocent as a symbol perhaps, but a symbol to be wanked into. Despite Alan having said he had not acquired another pair; Dave had been hoping to see perhaps a bra and panty set. Certainly, another pair of Chrissie's discarded knickers, not the same ones, washed and ironed.

Dave stood looking at the knickers, his straight cock rising up from his body.

"This is going to be good!" Alan was clearly just so excited by what he had found.

The two men touched the tips of their cocks together. An acknowledgement of what Alan was saying but Dave still did not know what he was meant to be excited about.

Alan went on, "I haven't seen all that I downloaded but enough to know." He rubbed his knob against Dave's. "I think this is going to be so good."

"Downloaded? What have you downloaded?"

"Chrissie's mobile phone!"

"No! Really. What's on there? What've you found?"

It was indeed more than a pair of panties.

Alan explained. The phone had been unlocked. Just lying there on her bedside table. Upon the floor a micro USB male to male cable. Just so convenient, so fortunate, and so easy to download the memory store from Chrissie's to his phone. Transfer rates so quick, information able to pass at remarkable speed. Chrissie's information stolen within minutes. Photographs, hundreds of photographs. Pictures of friends, pictures of family, pictures of cuddly kittens, pictures of nice meals - all the usual sorts of things a girl might have on her phone but also other photographs. Plentiful 'selfies' but also those other 'selfies' many young girls take. Photos of them posing - yes, posing without clothes.

"Naked selfies! Fuck."

"I haven't looked at everything. I thought... more fun to be nosey with a friend. A bit more than nosey really, prurient voyeurism - but so exciting". The two of them had enjoyed her frog knickers but now they were to see what her underwear contained.

Quite understandable young girls might like to take photographs like that, though given they were taken in the mirror with the phone so clearly visible in the photo, Dave could not think they were little different from what Chrissie, simply looking at herself in the mirror, could do and see anytime. Nonetheless there they were on the phone, stored in its memory, copied to Alan's phone and about to be stored in Alan's PC memory as well. Upon the table a USB flash drive. They were going to be copied again and then stored on Dave's PC too; probably uploaded into the Cloud for safety as well. A lot of copying.

The risk of taking intimate photographs - the risk of them being copied and 'getting out;' indeed, already in Chrissie's case, they were being stored in multiple places. What then if Alan's or Dave's PC was stolen? What if the flash drive was mislaid? What if either man started uploading them to certain public sites? Who might then see them and drool and become excited over them - might even do 'tributes.' So easy for such photos to escape into the 'wild.'

A classic selfie shot on Alan's computer screen. The two men leant forward. Naked bottoms comfortably upon the towel, rigid penises rising up before them to touch the desk, eyes taking in the sight of Chrissie naked and full on, the image only spoilt by the mobile phone in her hand taking the photograph. One knee a little in advance of the other

"So now we know," breathed Dave.

"Know what is inside her panties."

"And within her bra."

It gave the men great pleasure to see, to see what they had only imagined. To zoom in where they wished. All was revealed to the two men's prurient gaze. The photos' file sizes were large. Zooming in did not lose detail. Their penises were firm in excitement. The 'open legs' photos revealed just where the two men would like to push their very firm, already leaking, erections. Blown up on the screen, zooming in on the detail, young Chrissie's open quim. Probably virginal. The two men wanked furiously as they examined her outer lips, her clitoris and clitoral hood, her pee hole, her possibly virginal vaginal opening and even her wrinkled bottom hole. A careful examination, a detailed discussion, two men seeing what Chrissie could not imagine they would see. And all was there before them. They could barely contain themselves at a picture of Chrissie bending over in front of the mirror, coyly lifting her dress in her bedroom to expose her bottom cheeks but also revealing both full outer lips, peeking inner lips and her bottom hole. Both had to pull their hands from their cocks in their excitement, liquid was most definitely welling up from both. They were both on the edge of coming, tempted to blast the screen with ejaculations. The two men sat for a moment in silence looking at the bubble of cum that had appeared at the tip of the other's penis, not an ejaculation but rather more than pre-cum. The liquid was not clear.

"This," said Dave, "is exciting. What a thing to have discovered, and without risk. She does not know we have... I almost came then. How many times can we come to these pictures and we don't know yet what else there is to see!"

"I know. Fantastic luck. I almost came too. Shall I do the honours?"

Semen atop each erection and still oozing. To let it run and lubricate; to dab it off with a tissue from the conveniently placed box of tissues, so essential for the wanking man; or to scoop and consume? Alan chose the latter, he did the 'honours' - not to his own but to Dave's penis. Alan's fingers plucked, brushing Dave's glans, and removing the rounded blob of semen and sucked it into his mouth. Dave repeated the act. A normal enough thing for wanking men to do to themselves but rather less normal to taste another man's semen.

"Oh yes! Our knickers!"

A questionable proprietorial claim to the pair of Chrissie's knickers there upon the towel, sitting quietly and innocently between the two men. Theft does not transfer ownership. At best they might be seen as merely 'borrowed,' perhaps like one might borrow a pair of shears or a concrete mixer from a neighbour and then return after using. Cleaned up of course. The men had certainly washed the knickers but there was a strong possibility they might use them again.

Upon the screen a photograph of Chrissie wearing the knickers - or a matching pair - Chrissie wearing pale green panties with little frogs hopping about. So sweet. And the men were delighted to see a matching brassiere also with hopping frogs.

"What would we like to do with her like that! Imagine her here now, dressed in that set. Wouldn't I like to be pushing my knob up between her breasts inside that froggy bra."

"Slipping our cocks up into the leg holes of those panties - like we have done - but against her skin so they poke out at the top, firmly held by the elastic."

"Pushing our penises in turn between her legs, rubbing upon the gusset, perhaps sliding our cocks inside to rub between cotton and wet girl quim..."