An excerpt from Whose Panties by Alison Tyler:
I was pouring orange juice into glasses to make mimosas when he strode into my living room, surprising me. That’s what Kimmie had said about him, Marco was always full of surprises. He wasn’t wearing a towel. He wasn’t wearing his wet suit. He wasn’t wearing the robe from the back of the bathroom door. He was wearing my black lace panties and a pair of my stockings. Both had been hanging up in the shower–I’d forgotten. I didn’t know what to say or do. I’d known, from Kimberly, that he was wild. It’s what had attracted me to him. I’ve spent too many nights being bored by lovers in bed. Marco was definitely not boring….
“I hope you don’t mind,” he said, moving toward me, that evil-seductive grin still on his face.
I shook my head. “No, knock yourself out.” I wondered what he would do next, and I suddenly realized that I was wet from wondering.
“I couldn’t resist,” he said, sitting on the edge of my couch and staring at me. My apartment is small, with the dining room and living room together, separated only by the sofa. My hand was still on the forgotten orange juice container, my entire body was frozen in place.
I watched as he ran his fingertips along one of the stockings. His legs looked good, sexy, his body was very pale against the black silk. I took a step toward him, thinking that I wanted to take the place of his hands, I wanted to run my fingertips along his legs.
“There’s something erotic…” he started to say, looking at his reflection in the mirrored panels around my fireplace, “…something sexy about lingerie.”
I got up my nerve to walk all the way to his side and once there I settled myself next to him on the couch. His cock was positively protruding against the silk panties, and I could see the full outline of it pressing to be free. I reached out and stroked him through the silky material and he leaned back against the couch and sighed.
I couldn’t believe how turned on I was at seeing this man in my underwear.
You can read the rest at Violet Blue’s blog.