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Chapter 2: Green Satin

"I just can't thank you enough for your help, Eddie," she said after sipping her teacup. "I was just so distraught when they left me like that!"

I shook my head in sympathy. "Truly unbelievable, ma'am. Not at all how men are supposed to behave."

She clicked her tongue in agreement. "Too true, young man."

She had invited me over for afternoon tea. I found myself compelled to accept. She was my new neighbor, after all. And I was sure she would need help getting everything unpacked and put into place.

I hoped so, anyway.

Sure enough, while the house was no longer in a state, it appeared that most of her belongings were still largely boxed up. She had cleared a space for the coffee table between us, but boxes towered against the walls and furniture still remained haphazardly in corners where I had left it the day before.

What other secrets are in these boxes? I wondered.

"I hope you don't mind me saying, Mrs. Lovell," I said, glancing around the room. "But it seems like you could still use some help getting everything unpacked."

"Oh, Eddie, you don't have to trouble yourself like that," she said, but her tone was far from dismissive.

"It's no trouble at all," I said with a grin, standing up from the couch and slapping my knees. "Where should I start?"

"I'm afraid the worst of it is still in the guest room," she said, pointing down the hallway. "Do you mind starting in on those boxes?"

More magazines? I thought hopefully, my stomach doing a somersault.

"Not at all, Mrs. Lovell," I said cheerfully. "Holler if you need me. You know where I'll be."

The boxes seemed to have multiplied in the room, now covering seemingly every surface and most of the floor. I picked a stack and grabbed the topmost box, relieved to find it significantly lighter, and dropped it on the bed. The words "T. LOVELL" were scrawled across the top.

Her husband's things, I assumed, flipping out my pocketknife and cutting through the tape.

So it was something as a surprise to find it full-to-bursting with satin, lace, and frills. They sprung out of the box as I opened the flaps, pastel colors throwing themselves at me.

Just like in the magazines... I thought in awe.

Hesitantly, I picked up a garment with just my fingertips. It unfurled as I lifted it into the air, revealing itself to be a pale green pair of panties trimmed at the legs with fluffy black lace. A large satin bow sat at the waistband, and there were lines of black lace running over the rear. I felt myself stirring in my pants.

"Darling, aren't they?"

My heart leapt into my throat as Susan's voice came from behind me. I dropped the panties back into the box and whirled around to look at her, trying my best to keep my composure.

Nothing wrong with being curious, I reminded myself. Then, unbidden: But this was more than just curiosity, Eddie...

"Ah, I suppose," I stammered. "Not really my style."

She was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. She had on a short pencil skirt that hugged her hips and ended at mid-thigh — higher than I thought someone her age would normally wear, though it looked very attractive on her. She had a silk blouse tucked into it, slender arms emerging from cap sleeves. She was giving me an odd, appraising look, a smirking smile on her face.

"No, of course not," she said smoothly, staring straight into my eyes. "It must have been quite a surprise to see that when you opened the box, hmm?"

"It kind of was!" I said with an anxious giggle. "Not that — you know, I've seen girl's underwear before."

"Of course you have. Though I suppose those girls were wearing something a little different, weren't they?"

"I guess so."

"Probably something simple and cotton," she suggested.

"I can't say I paid too much attention, Mrs. Lovell," I shrugged. "I was more concerned about getting them off."

"Oh, I'm sure you were," she said, smiling knowingly. "But can you imagine how nice it could have been if they had been wearing something lovely like that?"

"I, uh —" I trailed off, shooting a glance down at the emerald garment draped across the top of the box.

"Please, Eddie," she said, following my gaze. "Even boys can appreciate beautiful things. Even if they're things a girl wears."

"They're very nice," I admitted, voice thin. "Anyone would be lucky to wear them."

" Anyone would be!" she exclaimed. "They're so soft, I'm sure they'd feel just lovely."

"Sure," I said slowly. "Girls are lucky to have them."

"Lucky?" I thought. Why do I think they're lucky ?

"Oh really? You think so?"

"Well, I mean," I said quickly, my heart suddenly pounding again. "I guess so. I guess I never really thought about it before."

Not until I saw those magazines, anyway.

"You know, Eddie, you're right," Susan said quietly, as if she was revealing a secret. " Anyone can wear panties. Not just girls."

A rushing sound filled my ears while my stomach flipped over. Is she saying what I think she's saying?

"I don't know about that, Mrs. Lovell," I said, swallowing hard.

"It's true!" she beamed, then leaned in conspiratorially, eyelids drooping sensuously. "Why, you could even wear them yourself."

I felt as if I'd been struck by lightning. I ached to say I wanted to.

"Me?" I laughed instead. "Mrs. Lovell, I'm a man. Even if I wanted to. And I don't even want to!"

"Is that right?" she asked. "Even after what you saw in those wonderful magazines?"

I tried to keep my expression the same as I felt the shock blast through my body. I opened my mouth to speak but couldn't find any words to answer.

"It's natural to be curious," she said softly. "But Eddie, you know better than to take them like that. All you had to do was ask — I would have been happy to let you bring them with you."

"I, uh, well Mrs. Lovell, it's just not like that —" I stumbled, knowing it was exactly like that.

"Of course it's not," she agreed, though her tone made it clear she didn't believe me for an instant. "But wouldn't you like it to be?"

Suddenly she was behind me, turning my body back towards the box stuffed with lingerie. With her arms on either side of me, she lifted the same green panties from it and pressed them into my hands. I could feel the heat of her body behind me, her breasts brushing against my back. I inhaled and smelled her perfume, floral and sweet, mixing with the slightly musty smell of the box. I pictured the woman in black from the magazine, imagined myself in the nightgown, my own cock springing out of blue panties.

Now it was was straining against my pants.

"Mrs. Lovell," I said, staring at the panties. "I don't — I can't — these are panties! "

"They certainly are," she whispered into my ear.

One of her hands had found its way to the growing bulge between my legs. She just rested it there, a slight pressure against me. My heart was racing, hands shaking as I felt the satin in my fingers.

"I can't wear panties," I murmured, voice shaking.

"Of course you can," she answered. "Just like you saw in those magazines. Didn't it look like they were having fun?"

The hand slipped into my waistband. It dove down until it found my turgid manhood, fingers wrapping gently around it. I gasped at the coolness of her hand, of the illicitness of her touch.

"It certainly seems like you're interested," she whispered, letting her lips brush my ear. "You've been so helpful with my move. Let me thank you."

Just her saying thanks, I repeated in my head as she pushed my pants and underwear down around my ankles, letting my manhood spring free.

"My, my," she cooed. "I'd say this counts as more than just interested. "

She plucked the panties from my quaking fingers and wrapped them around my shaft. I gasped at her touch, hips bucking backwards involuntarily. The motion pulled me out of them, but Susan quickly slid them back around me, beginning to stroke me with them. The cool, slippery fabric felt as foreign as it did sensuous.

I moaned as she quickened her pace, swirling them around the tip of my manhood. An edge of lace brushed against the underside of my manhood, an electric bolt traveling up my back and making me shiver against the weight of Susan's body. I knew she was smiling behind me even if I couldn't see her.

"Don't those feel nice?" she purred in my ear.

"Yes," I murmured.

I let out a whine of a groan as she suddenly released me, pulling the panties away. She pushed them into one of my hands.

"Now let me see you in them," she commanded, voice suddenly steely.

Numbly, I stepped out of my clothes and held the panties at arm's length. My hands were trembling. I tried to compel them to move, to force my legs through the lace-trimmed leg openings, but they refused to comply. All I could do was stare at them.

With a small sigh, she snatched the panties from my hands and turned me roughly around. She squatted and held them out for me to step into. As if moving through jelly, I looked down at them. My manhood bobbed in the air next to her face, and I noticed she had pink, slightly glossy lipstick on. I wondered what her mouth would feel like.

"Go on," she said, nodding towards the panties. "Be a good boy."

My body felt like it was a million miles away as I slowly threaded first one, then the other leg through the openings. The instant they were through, she pulled the panties up around my waist. My manhood was forced upwards, pinned by satin against my belly, harder now than it had ever been in my life.

"There," she said, rising from the floor and resting a hand against the front of the panties. "That wasn't so hard. Though, this is, isn't it?"

She giggled, a light, girlish sound that contrasted wildly with her refined, elegant appearance. I swiveled my eyes up to hers and found her smiling warmly, cheeks slightly flushed.

"Seems like you're enjoying this quite a lot," she purred. "Me, too."

She reached out and grabbed my wrist, pulling it towards her while she hiked up the hem of her skirt. She put my hand between her legs, pushing it up against her panties. I felt warmth there, and wetness too. I looked down and saw the red satin was soaked, a wet spot creeping outwards even as we stood there.

Her other hand found my manhood again, rubbing up and down through the panties. The satin was electric against my skin. I let out a small, choked moan that elicited another giggle from Susan. The gentle pressure restraining my shaft was incredible, and even though I desperately wanted her to stroke me, a part of me wanted nothing more than to stay in the panties.

"Does that feel nice?" she asked.

"Yes, Mrs. Lovell," I said, voice quavering.

"Do you like how these pretty panties feel?"

"Yes," I choked out, feeling my manhood surge and my stomach fill with butterflies again.

Did you really just admit that?

"They really look lovely on you," she said, filling me with a mix of dread and delight. "You have such a sweet, slender figure."

A shiver ran down my back. I should have been angry at her for saying that.

She thinks I'm pretty! I swelled at the thought. Why does that make me so excited?

"Thank you, Mrs. Lovell," I breathed, letting myself accept it as a compliment.

"You're getting quite excited in these," she said softly, still rubbing me through the emerald green satin. "Are you going to have a little accident if I keep going?"

"Oh god, Mrs. Lovell," I moaned, screwing my eyes shut. "Yes, I might."

She leaned in close to me, her glossy lips next to my ear. I could smell her perfume wafting off her neck, an old-fashioned scent. I breathed it in, letting it fill my nose while she rubbed me. For an instant, I was surrounded by femininity. I let it fill me like air, spreading out to my fingers and toes, and I felt...

Perfect.

Then she stopped, turning away from me. I gasped in horror, every muscle in my body seizing in shock. My body flooded with need, aching for her touch again. I stared at her back, trying to figure out why she stopped. She seemed to be looking for something.

"Ah, here it is," she said, whirling around with something cylindrical in her hand.

She fiddled with it, pushing at something on the bottom, and it sprang to life with an audible buzz. Before I had a chance to process what it was, she pressed it against my manhood. I almost cried out in shock but managed to keep my reaction to a squealed gasp, body tensing as the intense vibrations spread out through me.

"It feels nice to use a vibrator with your panties, doesn't it?" she said, her tone making it clear that this was a statement of fact, not a question.

"Oh god, Mrs. Lovell," I moaned. "Oh god!"

I'd never felt anything like it before. Pleasurable almost to the point of overwhelming me, it was buzzy white noise that almost erased every other sensation. She pressed it against the underside of my shaft, holding it tightly. My muscles started to shake, my body overcome by pure intensity. I opened my mouth to scream but nothing came out.

"If you're wearing panties, this is the only way to feel good," she whispered, the long sibilants digging into my head. "No need to touch what you have hidden in there."

My dick? I wondered dumbly. What's wrong with touching that?

"Take it," she insisted, pushing my hand away from her panties and towards the vibrator.

I took it as she crawled onto the bed, shedding her skirt as she did. Her red panties were matched by a red girdle that disappeared under her blouse, nipping in her waist. Her legs were smooth and slender, her hourglass figure decidedly vintage, and I ogled her satin-covered rear obviously as she crawled to the headboard.

I may be wearing panties, but I still had taste.

"Come here," she commanded, patting the naked mattress next to her.

I circled around and climbed onto the bed, laying down next to her. She was already rubbing herself through her panties and grabbed my thigh with one hand as I settled in next to her. I rolled my head towards her and found my lips almost brushing hers. Without thinking, I leaned and and pressed mine to hers.

She answered my kiss eagerly, slipping her tongue into my mouth. She was hot and sweet and a little salty, her summer day perfume mixing with the dew on her brow. I felt her hand on mine, pushing the vibrator against my pantied manhood. I gasped into her mouth and felt hers split into a grin.

"I want you to cum for me with that," she murmured, pulling away and sliding her hand into her panties. "Using the vibrator."

"I'm not sure I can," I whispered.

"Are you sure?" she said, free hand stroking my thigh. "Close your eyes, Eddie. Think about what you saw in those magazines. Don't you want that? Don't you want someone to put you in silk and lace?"

My erection swelled, threatening to tear the smooth satin panties.

"Mrs. Lovell —" I began to object, but she cut me off.

"Panties that make you feel so sweet and pretty," she sighed. "A sexy negligée for someone to peel off of you. A darling little nightie beneath, hiding just enough of you to drive them wild."

"I'm supposed to do the peeling," I moaned, pleasure building in me. "I do the desiring."

"Then why are you so hard in those panties?" Susan said, still helping me hold the vibrator against my shaft. "Let me show you how wonderful dressing up can be. Doesn't this feel good? Don't you want to cum?"

I couldn't argue. My skin was alive with pleasure. I could feel her rub herself next to me and could tell she was close to cumming.

"Just let yourself enjoy it," she whispered, voice husky and low. "Oh, fuck!"

Her back arched and she let out a low moan. The sound infiltrated my ears and the butterflies in my stomach spread out to my arms and legs. My manhood felt like it was going to explode. I was desperate to be free of the panties, for her or me or anyone to touch me, stroke me, finish me — end this agonizing pleasure. I could do it myself. I could tear off the panties and throw away the vibrator, play with myself the way a man was supposed to.

So why didn't I?

"Cum for me," came her voice in my ear, the words echoing in my head, filling every space until they were all I could hear. "Cum in your panties. And you can wear a nightie too."

The woman in black and her partner in the nightgown flashed in my brain. Looking up at her, the photo shot between her legs. Being pushed down on the bed, erection peaking out of the nightgown. Being sucked. Being ridden. Being used.

And finally the pressure broke.

?The vibrations radiated out through my body as I came, filling the panties with jet after jet of hot cum. The panties held it all, my cum soaking it as I groaned and cried out. I tried to pull my hand away but Susan held it in place, keeping the vibrator pressed against me. The pleasure turned to relief and then to pure overwhelming physical sensation that blotted out my thoughts.

Finally my thoughts returned and she relaxed her hand, allowing the vibrator to fall onto the bed between us. It buzzed there quietly until she shut it off and tucked it into my hand.

"That's yours now," she explained, curling my fingers around it. "And so are those panties."

She rolled off the bed, leaving me a panting, cum-soaked mess. My chest heaved and my heart pounded as I recovered, barely able to comprehend what she was doing.

My vibrator? My panties?

"Thank you," I managed dumbly, tongue thick and fat. "I think I might need to be going now."

"Of course, Eddie," she said, extending my clothes to me with one hand. "Thank you for your help today."

"Oh, uh, well —" I stammered as my thoughts began to coalesce on what had just happened. "I'm just glad I could, Mrs. Lovell."

"Always a pleasure to have you," she said with a smile, sliding her skirt back up into place. "Let me know when you're ready for more."