PANTY STORY # 61

She called me with a frantic voice. My mistress had gone on a date with an intern from the hospital where she worked as a nurse. Her car was on the other side of town, at the employee parking lot. Her concern was for the bright red Firebird, one of the original larger models. She had gone out for drinks with the intern, which I didn't mind, as long as she gave me the sexy details. I told her on the phone that I would be right down. I asked if she had a good time, she said yes, and in her high pitched voice she promised that she would show me one, too. I slipped into a brand new pair of Vanity Fair panties, full briefs in my favorite color, Sweetheart Pink. My cock stretched the high waistband to the limit. The satin hugging its entire length. I was disappointed that I would have to slip on a pair of men's trousers over my new lingerie, but I knew that I had to look normal on the outside. The Volkswagen Beetle fired up and delivered me in no time. I parked in the close lot, and practically ran to the side entrance. I had brought a small assortment of panties and slips, figuring that she might like to freshen up for her return trip to mom's house after the rescue. The elevator seemed to go in slow motion, finally arriving at the fourth floor, the door was locked, but when I knocked she answered, wearing pink satin panties and the small pink bra that she was shy about. I always was a panty line admirer, small breasts are fine as long as she looked good in panties. She blurted out an apology, she had drunk to much and let the intern take her to the hotel for drinks. In her usual manner, she tried to get him to wear panties while they were in the room. He thought she was weird, ( I know she was and that is why I still love her, even though I don't see her anymore.) He did comply and she rewarded him with a romp in the bed. Although she had a hangover, I told her that I would have to sample the goods and then we could go get her car. I slid into the bed after sliding off my male clothes and putting on a slip over my Sweetheart Pink panties. I kissed her and said I loved her very much, this is the woman I should have married. Reaching down to the mound of Venus, which was covered by Red Satin Panties, I discovered a lot of moisture had leaked through the gusset (crotch piece) of the panties. I immediately told her to start telling me the details. As she started into the evenings events, I slid down her length, kissing her small breasts through the Satin Bra, on my way to the recently discovered wet patch. I tongued the waistband of her full briefs and could smell the unmistakable scent of another man and her familiar musk. Homing in on the hormone trail, I kissed her other set of lips, wrapped in the Red Satin. It was wonderful, a pair of my favorite panties caressing my shaft, while french kissing another man's load from my lover's panties. It was a struggle to keep from an orgasm. Her story had reached the part about the intern not wanting to wear panties, but relenting when he understood what was his, if he complied with her desires. I was rewarded with a panty covered vessel, filled to the brim with an enormous amount of love juices. It was like a bear finding the honey jar. She had a beautiful mound, and it was accentuated by the semen pouring out of her onto her prize winning panties. I drank the nectar, savoring its thickness and sheer volume. He had left an hour before and she had saved it in her, for me. I had pulled the leg band aside to allow my tongue to lap the honey from her pot. She was really turned on by my interest and efforts. She apologized for going out on me, but I told her as long as she shared her secrets with me, I could handle it. We stayed about two hours and I was really exhausted when I drove her to get the car. Damn, I should have married my mistress. If she ever reads this letter, she'll know it is from me. I hope she looks me up, I still have the same address. I'd marry her today.

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