A surprised ass-fucking in panties

A very curious thing happened to me the other day and I feel I need to share it with you…

I have been ‘mildly’ crossdressing for over a year now. I say ‘mildly’ because I am not into full feminization, I just love the feel and look of lace panties when they are hugging a good looking cock, not to mention the taboo. I have taken to wearing stockings too which feel amazing, it’s like having your whole lower half caressed persistently. I have thought of wearing a bra but, although I can almost imagine how amazing it would feel, I don’t think men look as good in them as women, by a long way. Panties though, well that is a different matter. Anyway, I digress, on to the story.

It was a Saturday evening and I had put on a pair of striking blue lace briefs. I had intended to keep them on while I read a few erotic stories online and maybe even take a few photos for others to enjoy but that idea was quashed the moment the door knocked. I quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and dived for the door. It was my friend Emmy, unannounced, she pushed the door open and walked right in. We had known each other for a long time and I suspected she was in a bad mood. My mind immediately turned to what was on my Laptop screen! I had just been looking at inspiration for my next ‘photo shoot’, a man in loose thread stockings, lace panties and a Shirt and tie with Suit Jacket. I awkwardly bumped Emmy away from the couch and shut my screen covertly. That would be the end of me, as I saw it, ridiculed for ‘being gay’ or ‘confused about my sexuality’. You see I am a straight guy, I just did not know if anyone would understand my fetish and not have me pegged all wrong. Anyway, I got away with it, for now.

“I have left him!,” Emmy bleated.

“I have decided to move out. I have had enough and I walked,” Emmy now quite animated.

“I haven’t come around for a shoulder to cry on, that is all I am going to say about that bastard. Come on put your jacket on I want to go to the Pub and get thoroughly pissed!”

With that she threw my jacket at me and pushed me out of my front door.

Walking up the road I shuddered so hard I stopped myself in my tracks. I just realized I was wearing those bright blue lace panties, and I am outside of the comfort of my own home.

“What’s up?,” Emmy says tugging at my arm.

“Oh, nothing I just thought I forgot something,” I say shrugging it off and visually checking no lace can be seen poking out of my jeans.

The paranoia wears off by the time we are at the bar and a weird sensation of relief starts to blow over me.