The Erotica of Al X
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Summary: Two men with panty fetishes take their wives to the same restaurant. Both men are wearing panties! After desert, one gets a surprise in the men's room.
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"Tom's Restaurant Fantasy"
by Al X
Tom and I "met" online through an ad on Craig's List. He was a married man in his thirties with a panty fetish and this secret fantasy: Two men who couldn't recognize each other go to the same restaurant with their wives, with both men wearing the identical style panty under their pants. I agreed to help him live out his fantasy, but planned to take it to another level.
We picked a restaurant mid-way between our towns, and then found a Saturday night when we were both free. On Saturday morning, I sent him an e-mail: "For tonight, make your reservations between 6 and 8." I received an e-mail in the afternoon. "Everything is a go." In just a few hours we would be in the same restaurant. We wouldn't "know" each other - we had never exchanged pictures of our faces - but we would know that the other was there.
At six o'clock he was resting on the bed as his wife got ready for the evening. He loved watching her get dressed. She replaced her t-shirt with a white blouse, then removed her jeans, revealing a white thong that accentuated her nearly perfect ass. But the show lasted less than a minute, as she quickly pulled on a pair of tight black pants. When his wife noticed him staring, she placed both hands on her hips and turned sideways, theatrically showing off her butt in the tight pants. "Do you like this?"
"You're so hot," he told her. This was true; she was still as pretty and sexy as the day they had met.
"And this?" She slid her pants down an inch to let the thong peek out. "Is this even hotter? Do you want me to keep it exposed all night long?"
"Yeah," he confessed. "It's sexy."
"You're crazy," she laughed, never really understanding his panty fetish. She pulled her pants back up. "Don't worry, when we get home I'll show you all you want!"
"I can't wait," he told her, but secretly he wanted her to leave the room so he could finish HIS final preparations. As she brushed her hair, he leafed through a magazine from the nightstand. As son as she left the room, Tom snuck into her panty drawer and took out his favorite panty of hers: a Victoria's Secret thong, bubble-pink with black dots and a black bow in the back. It felt sexy just being in his hands, and he lifted it to his face and let it caress his cheeks. Tom loved her panties, even the worn ones he picked out of the hamper, pungent with the smell of her sex.
Excited now, he took the thong into the bathroom. He locked the door, then removed his pants and underwear. It felt wonderful to put on the panty! He loved the feel of it as it slid up his legs and over his cock, and the way the back of thong dipped into his ass crack. Women were lucky, he thought, getting to wear these all the time.
He had only worn panties out in public twice before. And here was tonight's extra turn-on: Tom knew that I was somewhere in another town doing the same thing, putting on the same kind of thong. (He had e-mailed me with the details - it was a "Sexy Little Thing" thong that I went out and bought for my wife. She had worn it two days earlier; I stole it from the hamper and was putting in on around the same time Tom was stealing his wife's.)
Between wearing the thong and knowing his fantasy was about to become a reality, his penis began to throb. He considered jerking off, but hearing his wife in the hallway set him straight. He quickly put his pants on, covering up the thong.
On the drive to the restaurant his wife rested her hand over his leg. "So what's so special about this restaurant?" She asked him. "It's so far away."
"One of the guys at work recommended it." He felt her hand reach up to his thigh, nearly touching his inseam. If she only knew what he was wearing underneath!
The restaurant was crowded; people without reservations had a 45-minute wait. "Did your friend tell you to get reservations?" his wife asked as they got seated. "Who is he anyway? Do I know him?"
"Just a guy from work," he lied. "You don't know him."
All through dinner Tom was excited. He felt the cool satin against his skin, and his cock got hard because he knew that somewhere in that crowded restaurant was another man wearing the same panties -- me! But who was I? He checked out the men at the other tables, and knew a few of them were too old or too young or too fat to be me, but there were many possible me's so he gave up trying to guess. Occasionally he reached his hand below the table and squeezed himself, feeling his fingers through his jeans, rubbing the satin panty against his cock.
"Are you listening to me?" his wife asked at one point. He told her he was, but his thoughts were solely on our little escapade. The fantasy has been a dream for so long; tonight it was a reality.
But dinner progressed and his erection subsided, and before desert he needed to use the restroom. In the men's room someone was using the toilet stall, so he stepped up to the urinal, unzipped his pants and wiggled his flaccid penis around and out of the panty elastic. As he started to pee, the man in the stall flushed the toilet. Tom was finishing up when the stall door opened behind him and the man walked towards the bathroom door. Tom didn't think anything was unusual until he heard the sound of the bathroom door lock being turned.
"Don't turn around, Tom." Yes, it was me in that stall, ready to give Tom a surprise.
Tom wondered how I spotted him in the restaurant. He wanted to speak but didn't. Already his cock was hardening in his hand. He slipped it back into the thong.
"Don't say a word. Just obey me."
My words confused him. This wasn't part of the plan. We weren't supposed to even meet.
"The door is locked, so no one can come in. I have about five minutes to do what I will with you." He heard my footsteps approach him from behind. "How does your cock feel in that panty? Does it feel good?" A pause. "Rub yourself, Tom. Get yourself hard for me."
His zipper was still open. His right hand began massaging himself. His cock responded accordingly.
"Drop your jeans, Tom."
"But Al, we-"
"Drop your pants, panty slut. Now."
He slowly opened his belt, then pushed the jeans down, letting them fall to his knees. He wanted to turn and see me, but he didn't want to break the spell. His cock, fully erect, pressed against the panty, stretching it.
He heard me behind him, and soon he felt my hands on the back of his thighs, just under his ass cheeks. My fingernails dug into his skin. My hands massaged his ass cheeks, roughly squeezing them. One hand ran along the fabric in the crack of his ass, then up to the top of the back of the thong. He could tell that I was playing with the bow in the back, that I had slipped my finger in the small oval opening. "These panties really are 'Sexy Little Things.'" I told him. "And you're a Sexy Little Thing wearing them. Does your wife look sexy when she wears them?"
His wife - he suddenly realized that since I had identified him in the restaurant, I also knew who his wife was.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to talk to her. It's you I want." He felt a satin eye-mask slip over his eyes, and heard me whisper: "It's you I want to cum in those panties tonight." He was in darkness now, and he felt my hands on his shoulders guiding him to turn around slowly. At first he was scared that I might hurt him, but then he felt my finger run over his cock through the panties. "You are rock hard," I told him. Then two fingers came together at the head, pinching the tip of his cock.
The hand moved away. There was only silence, and darkness. But soon he realized that I was now on my knees. Two hands landed in his crotch. One hand stroked his long dick, the other squeezed his balls. Tom's pre-cum dampened the thong's fabric. "You're pussy is wet."
He felt long strokes up and down his cock, and another hand massaging his balls. Then a hand moved away and he felt a hot, wet mouth at the tip of his cock, licking him through the panty, engulfing his cock head. A hand reached into the panties, fingertips wrapped around the length of his cock, jerking him while a mouth sucked him through the fabric. He arched his body forward. Then the hand on his balls reached lower, until he felt a finger along the crack of his ass. The finger pushed aside the thin thong strap and poked against his asshole.
"Have you ever had your cock sucked in panties before?"
"No," he answered, wishing his wife would do this to him.
"Have you ever been ass-fucked in panties before?"
"No. Never." The thought terrified him. And excited him.
The finger dug deeper. "I want you to cum for me, Tom. Cum for me like you've never cum before. This is another of your fantasies, Tom, to have a man jerk you off in your wife's panties. Maybe she'll lick your cum out of them tonight. Would you like that, Tom, seeing her lips sucking up your cum stains in her panties?" He was being stroked and sucked, and his ass was probed by a finger that dug deeper then anything had ever been up there before. He felt a heat flash and a build up in his cock, until he couldn't take it anymore. "I'm going to cum," he uttered, and instantly the mouth moved and his cock was placed back inside the thong. "Cum in the panties, Tom. Cum in your wife's pretty panties." And he did. The cum erupted against the fabric, soaking his wife's panty. "Fill the thong with your cum."
His breathing was heavy, unsteady, but slowly his body relaxed. He wanted to remove the mask, but he didn't. He knew that I was in complete control.
A moment later he felt his jeans being tugged up a bit. Still in darkness, he waited, and then felt a finger run along his lips. It wasn't the one that was in his ass; this one was damp with warm cum, his cum, and Tom opened his lips and tasted a small glob of his jism against his tongue.
"How does it taste?"
"Good."
"Do you want to taste my cum?"
He had never sucked another man's penis before, but at that moment it was all he wanted to do! "Yes, I want to be your cum-licker."
"Later, I promise. Right now I'm going to walk you to the stall. Are you ready?"
He let me take his hand to lead him blindfolded into the stall. Once inside he felt a final squeeze of his cock. "You'll need to clean up before you go out there. But don't take off the mask until I leave the room. Otherwise you will never see me again. Do you understand?"
He nodded in complete obedience.
"I hope you enjoyed your fantasy come true."
"Thank you, Al. But how did you know it was me?"
"The bow at the back of your panty," I answered. "When you were at the salad bar, your shirt lifted and I caught a glimpse of it."
Then he heard my footsteps walking away. He heard me at the sink washing up, getting a paper towel, then unlocking the door and exiting. Only after I was gone did he take off the mask, to find himself alone in a men's room stall, in cum-filled panties. With toilet paper he wiped the inside of the thong, cleaning up the cum, hoping his wife wouldn't discover it later that night.
As he zipped up his pants he saw my special present -- on the hook on the stall door there hung another pink satin thong, identical to the one he was wearing. He picked it up and saw that it was filled with my cum from jerking off in the stall before he entered the bathroom. He brought it to his nose and smelled it, then saw the wet spot in the inseam. He brought the thong to his mouth. He had tasted his wife's panties before; now he wanted to taste me, and so he sucked the cum from my thong. It was cool and salty, and as he used his tongue to clean the panty, he imagined he was sucking my cock, pleasing me like I had pleased him.
He wanted to stay longer but someone else had entered the bathroom. A man with a booming voice asked, "You almost done in there?"
"Yes," Tom told him as he took a final sniff of my panties. "All done." Our encounter was over. It was time to return to his wife.
THE END
Written during October, 2006 / Revised December 1, 2006
The author welcomes your comments and suggestions for future stories.
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