Sheer Panties (L)

It was a beautiful afternoon in San Diego, where my wife and I were spending the weekend in a suite in a hotel down near the waterfront. We had been upgraded upon check in and were making the most of the situation because our airline had lost one of my wife’s bags, and the upgrade helped turn her mood around. It had been quite a lazy day thus far. We got up late around ten, followed by a hearty room service breakfast and a nice, long sauna and shower session followed by a good lovemaking session on the bathroom floor.

It was about mid-afternoon when my wife realized she needed to get some essentials that she didn’t pack in her carry on. Mostly she was worried about not having anything to wear to dinner that night, and she needed toiletries. So I rang down to the concierge and asked if there was anywhere we could pick up items like this in one fell swoop. The concierge replied that there was a Target store not too far and mall not too far from the hotel. The concierge arranged transportation for us, and we were off.

When we arrived at the Target, I noticed it was light traffic on a Friday afternoon. My wife walked ahead of me, and I took in the view. I was still horny from earlier, and the outfit my wife had on was one of my favorites. Despite my wife still having on her traveling clothes; she looked fresh and glowed, probably an afterglow from our bathroom romp. She was wearing an ankle length black maxi dress that hugged her body in all the right places and white wedges that accentuated her butt and made her eye level height to me. This dress always turns me on because the fabric is semi-sheer in the right light, definitely a true summer dress. It also heightened her round ass that I love, and her cups pour out just enough to make a perfect forward and rear view. Just thinking about how well she looked as she swayed down the aisles was making me hard. I could defiantly tell she wasn’t wearing anything under her dress that was making things very difficult walking around the store with her.

She picked up all her toiletries first and then headed towards the woman’s section. As we arrived at the woman’s section, it was almost vacant except for one Target employee folding clothes near the dressing room. My wife found several things she liked and wanted to try on from dresses to tops to even some lingerie. As she was looking at a white satin thong, I brushed up against her from behind.

She asked me, “Is that what I think it is?”

I replied “Yes, and I know you aren’t wearing any panties.”

She just smiled and turned, grabbing the white thong, and headed toward the dressing room. I followed her to the front of the dressing room where the employee, an older woman, counted the garments she had and opened a dressing room for her. Just out of earshot now I could see that my wife was talking to the employee, and then she pointed to me. The woman nodded, and my wife motioned for me to follow her into the dressing room. As I closed the door, I could see that the employee was about to take a load of folded clothes back to the appropriate tables. So my wife and I were left alone in the dressing room area.

Once in the dressing room, my wife hung the clothes she wanted to try on the wall hangers next to the mirror, and I took my place on the small bench in the corner of the room. My head was swirling with anticipation; my wife had never invited me into her dressing room before when we went shopping. The thought of us two, in here alone, swirled through my mind.

My wife’s back was turned to me, as she slipped out of her maxi dress letting it fall to the ground. I was right, she most undoubtedly was not wearing any panties, and she was purposefully flaunting that fact with a modeling stance. Her legs spread apart, and her back arched ever so slightly forward giving me a full view of her round ass and the folds of her pussy. In a trance, I randomly reached out my hand when her back was to me and settled my fingers nicely between her legs. Her parted legs were giving me full access, and, without acknowledging my intrusion, she said, “No hands. I’m putting on a show for you.” I pulled back my hand that now had a faint but apparent wetness to it as I must have grazed her pussy.

So I sat there as she teased and enticed me putting on outfit after outfit, flaunting her curvy body every step of the way as she wiggled in and out of them. She then broke me out of my trance.

“You think it’s sexy?” she asked. I just said, “Yes.” “Next.” And she walked just outside my reach carefully removing her outfit for the next one. This one was a matching panty and bra set made of the sheerest white fabric. This set was so sheer that you could see her soft cream-colored skin underneath, even the soft pinkish brown of her nipples through the bra. The panty was a bikini ‘brief’ and left nothing to the imagination.

“I was saving this one for last; what do you think?” As she awaited my answer she said, “Mmm, there’s something there. That for me?” as she looked down at my lap.

“Um, I like the way that one wraps around your mound,” I said thoughtfully.

She laughed, “My mound?”

“Pussy.” She mouthed at me.

I was getting harder by the second. Liking the response she was getting from me, she started to turn around and sway her hips from side to side.

Then in a moment of play, she came over and hovered above my lap her knees were alongside my hips. When she sat low her pussy was almost touching my cock. There was no physical contact, but, for a moment, she just sat there teasing me with her heat. My erection was getting bigger by the second wanting her moist pussy, and then she reached forward with both hands and leaned in to my left ear and whispered, “Do you want me?”

Here she sat in the sheerest pair of panties and bra I had ever seen, and she tilted her head to me, fluttering her lashes. We were eye to eye, her mouth inches from mine. “Yes,” I answered

She lifted up from my lap and wriggled some more and then leaned in and kissed me soft on the mouth. I reached down and unzipped my shorts and she lowered herself back into position. I involuntarily pressed my hips up into her. My cock pushed right up against her bottom through my shorts, and she wiggled her hips down on me wrapping her arms around my shoulders again. I could feel the center of her pussy and my erection getting bigger from her tease, all popped out uncomfortably. There was only the thin fabric she was wearing between us. I could feel her wet little puss on the head of my cock, and that wonderful feeling of pressure on my cock head. She moved her hips in a forward and backward motion. Between us we had so wetted the fabric that I slid freely between her legs.

I had no time to properly digest this exciting little tidbit before she started to rock her hips back and forth again. She went back and forth repeatedly and then suddenly sat up and moved back, allowing my cock to spring into the vertical position again. She raised herself now and then lowered herself onto the tip of my erection, pressing down until the head poked hard against the gusset of her panties. I could feel my head pushing the fabric inside her warmth, spreading her lips so that I could feel her internal heat.

“Oh,” I moaned and she reciprocated my noise with a softer moan.

She put her mouth right at my ear, “Mmm, we’re naughty. I guess you should get some reward for helping me do all this boring shopping.”

I couldn’t even talk, I could feel my cum rising. I grabbed her hips and started sliding her, guiding her back and forth on my lap. I knew I was hitting her spot and she was loving it.

“Oh, do you know what you’re doing to me?” I breathed quietly as I looked up into her eyes.

“I have some idea. You must like this one.”

“It’s perfect, really per – ”

“Mmm, you like how my pussy feels in this fabric? You like my pussy? Say it.”

“I like your pussy.”

She added in a quiet whisper, “You want to fuck this little pussy? Huh. You want to fuck me?”

I stammered, “Yes, oh, yes.”

And just hearing those words I started to cum, I was pressing my hips up, holding her against me as I was straightening my knees and started to ride up the mirror. She was wrapped around me, holding onto my neck, and I looked up and could see ten of us in the mirror extending back as far as the eyes could see. Her ass and legs wrapping around me, the sheer panties showing her cream skin through. Her brown hair falling down along her back and around her shoulders, her head thrown back and then forward again. I sprayed so much cum, and because my cock was sliding upward and basically pointing at me, it sprayed up on her panties and then the entire front of my shirt. I was lost in pleasure, we could have been anywhere.

As we both settled down and we started to gain our senses again, she climbed down off of me, stood on unsteady legs and looked at me, “Oh my. Look at you!” And she started laughing.

I had enormous wet spots covering the front of my shirt. Plus, great long lines of cum still sticking to me, soaking my front. I was in a panic. “What are we going to do?”

There were no answers. We could sit here for ANOTHER half hour more waiting for it to dry.

My wife said, “No one will notice.” I looked at her with my mouth open. She kissed me, “Just believe it and it will be true.” Then she added, “And . . . I guess I will have to model this one another time.”

We both smiled and laughed. I turned my shirt inside out as she started to dress leaving the soiled panties on. She took the tag off the panties and grabbed two of the outfits she had tried on and we checked out at the register. We then started back to our hotel where our fun would continue….