It was another miserable Monday. The weather had been atrocious for six days now, and I was getting really fed up with not being able to go out for any length of time. I was out of work, not that it bothered me because I had plenty of money to last, and was in no rush to find a new job. I had gone into town on Saturday and again today, spending most of the day shopping and sitting in the library, reading. I didn't really need to buy anything, but it was just a way of getting out of the house for any length of time.
Mind you, I had bought myself some more clothes, some of those items were from boutiques and others from charity shops. It’s amazing what you can pick up in a charity shop, especially if you’re prepared to look around. I usually bought most garments online to avoid the stares and glares of shoppers and store assistants, but I was getting a little bolder and less worried about it. There were some things, however, one could only buy online when the shops in question were so far away from where you lived.
I had watched lots of my favourite films I had in my DVD collection, and the few porn films I had purchased online. I also spent hours surfing the internet porn sites, all the time wearing my sexy lingerie and pleasuring myself. I had several pairs of panties that needed a good wash as a result of my activities.
My indulgence in wearing lingerie started when I was in college. I found some of my sister's nylon lace-trimmed panties on the radiator. She had thought I was not going to be back home from my camping holiday for another week, but I needed some extra things because of the bad weather we were having. I always knew she wore fancy nylon or cotton panties, and often managed to sneak a pair to masturbate with.
I was always careful not to spoil or stain them, and if I did, I washed and dried them very carefully. Fortunately, I was never found out.
Anyway, the pair that caught my eye was dark crimson with lace around the legs and waistband, and with lace inset panels. They looked scrumptious, so on impulse, I grabbed them and took them with me. I didn't know what I was going to do with them once I got back to camp. I knew I couldn’t just leave them in my bag in case one of the other guys found them. They weren’t even safe being left in the car, so I ended up putting them on. I was amazed by how comfortable they were and so sexy. Within moments, I was hard as rock just thinking about them and the feel of them on my arse and cock.
I managed to survive the week without being found out, but it had awakened a desire to wear panties more often. I even managed to get hold of some more of my sister’s panties and a couple from my mother’s lingerie draw for my collection. Neither suspected me of taking them, believing they had somehow been lost.
Needless to say, I got more adventurous and wore panties, even when going out with my mates in the evening and at the weekends. Once I had my own place to live, my indulgence had grown to other items of lingerie, such as suspender belts, stockings, basques and cami-suspenders, which didn't show as much as basques under shirts. By the time I was twenty-five, I had a good collection of lingerie, and had even introduced some skirts and dresses to the wardrobe.
I usually only wore the skirts and dresses at home, but had on a few occasions, dared to wear a skirt while driving around, and even a couple of times while taking a walk in a remote country forest walk. I had, however, never dare go out fully dressed and made-up as a woman. I have never been brave enough to do that, nor do I consider myself one of those who could pass as a woman, even heavily made-up.
The few girlfriends I’d had over the years never learnt my secret, but had satisfied my sexual needs more than satisfactorily. I had, however, never had sex with a man. I had thought about it, and watched numerous porn videos on the internet, but not actually taken steps to indulge myself.
Now I lived in a flat on the second floor of a three-storey block, which contained twelve flats. Mine was a one-bedroomed flat, small, but suitable for my needs. Living alone was ideal for indulging my passion, even in a block of flats, and I was always careful if I expected deliveries or visitors.
When I got back from town shopping, I stripped off my normal shirt and trousers, and put on my pale blue short sleeve top and dark blue knee-length skirt with a pair of black court shoes. I was sitting in the living room watching an action movie, but was not really interested in it; I was feeling too horny dressed in my lingerie and skirt and needed some excitement.
I switched on the computer and found my favourite porn site, clicked on a bisexual threesome video and started watching. After ten minutes, my cock was rock hard and straining to get out of my panties, so I took off my skirt so I could release my cock and avoid staining it. I pulled the panties over my cock so it and my balls were sticking out of the leg and made myself comfortable. I watched intently, my hand stroking my cock slowly, stopping every so often, not wanting to climax too soon, as there were several videos I wanted to watch before I finally brought myself to a climax.
Dave, the younger of the two men, lay down on the bed with his legs bent at the knee, with his feet on the floor, and put a thick pillow under his head. Peter, the older man climbed on top of Dave, his legs astride him. He inched forward until his cock was over Dave’s face. He moaned with pleasure when Dave licked the head of his cock, then took it in his mouth and sucked it greedily.
Dawn knelt on the floor at the end of the bed, sat on her heels and began sucking Dave’s cock while fondling his balls. All she could hear were the men’s moans of pleasure and the sounds of slurping and sucking. She found it so erotic, she started pinching and rolling her nipples between her fingers. After a few moments, she dropped a hand and started fingering herself, rubbing her clit and now soaking wet pussy with her fingers. Every so often, she would rub her wet fingers over Dave’s cock, suck her fingers and then resume sucking cock and fingering herself. The expression on her face revealed how much she loved the taste of her own juices.
It was hard not to stroke my cock faster and in time with Dawn’s sucking of Dave’s cock, finding the whole scene highly erotic and stimulating. I was getting too close to shooting my load, so I stopped stroking myself, paused the video, and headed to the kitchen to get a coffee. Five minutes later, I resumed playing the video and drank my coffee. I massaged my cock just enough to keep it hard and stimulated.
