Bossed Into Panties

by Karen Petties

   

Chapter 3: A try-on at Debbie's

Peter spent most weekends with his fiancée, Debbie, and this one was no exception. He showered and drove over to her place as planned, hoping to forget all about the office, and all the unpleasant things that were going on in his life. He wanted to try and put recent events behind him and return to normal. Being Saturday, the traffic was heavy and he arrived a little late, just as Debbie was about to leave for a hairdressing appointment.

"I'll be a couple of hours darling. Make yourself at home. Bye…." and she was gone.

He watched her drive off to be sure she wasn't going to return and then began to look around. He rarely had the opportunity to spend time alone in her apartment and didn't intend to waste it. He was quite jealous, it was a fantastic place. Of course she could never have afforded the apartment herself but it seemed her parents had plenty of money and had helped her to buy it. There was a large kitchen/diner with all the latest gadgets, a sitting room with sliding doors leading to a glass fronted balcony, two good sized bedrooms, and a marble tiled bathroom. He was very impressed, but he wasn't doing a tour of her apartment for the sake of it. He headed toward the bedroom. For weeks, she'd been teasing him silly about all the sexy things she'd bought for her wedding trousseau and he couldn't wait to see them. With his heart pounding, he began going through her wardrobe and the chest of drawers. He felt like some cheap burglar rummaging around amongst her personal property, though he doubted any burglar would be as interested as he was with all her gorgeous lingerie. There were so many precious dainties to occupy his attention but disappointingly, nothing that he hadn't seen before. Where was she hiding this honeymoon lingerie she'd been going on about? He thought for a moment then suddenly remembered the spare room.

Success! Inside, he found a large wardrobe with two new dresses, several blouses and some skimpy little skirts. He had butterflies in his tummy as he took one of the dresses out and held it against himself. It was made of a light floaty chiffon material, predominantly black but with white spots. The knee length skirt with its multitude of narrow pleats was particularly full and would flare out nicely with the right support underneath. He guessed it was the going-away dress she'd mentioned. He ran his hands over it, enjoying the buttery soft feeling of the sheer material. It was sending those familiar tingling messages straight down to his penis, his heart was beating furiously, and he was feeling decidedly light headed. He pulled the hem of the skirt right out. It was great to see these full skirts making a comeback, and as far as he knew this was the first one Debbie had bought.

He kept searching. He felt sure there would be a petticoat to go underneath. It would be a crime to wear such a lovely full skirt without one and besides, it was so sheer it needed something or she'd be showing everyone her panties! Now Debbie of all people, would never ever do a thing like that!" He continued searching eagerly through the chest of drawers next to the wardrobe, praying that she wouldn't let him down. A petticoat was the most feminine thing a girl could wear, surely she'd have bought one. There were several slips in different colours and then in the next drawer…. his heart skipped a beat.

Something white and frothy came into view, neatly folded but occupying the entire drawer. "Ahhhhhh. Nice one, Debs. I knew you wouldn't let me down, girl" he said quietly, managing a smile. It was a white bouffant layered petticoat with a crystalline, almost shimmery appearance, and oodles of lace. It crackled noisily as he shook it out from the elasticated waistband. Now his heart was really working overtime. He carefully lay the petticoat out on the bed, amazed that it spread from one side of the double bed to the other. Returning to the drawers, he quickly searched through each one, hoping to find some special panties to go underneath. He didn't need to look far, the sweet smell of perfume told him he'd found what he was looking for. "I might have known" he muttered. It was so typical of Debbie to have everything so beautifully arranged. He shook his head. She wasn't a girl who would simply toss her lingerie into the drawer. There were complete sets: bras, panties and suspender belts, some with matching camisoles, and below that, there were drawers full of stockings, lacy basques and nighties.

His hands enjoyed the sensuous feel of her most intimate garments. It was breathtaking. Everything was made of beautiful slippery satin or shiny nylon in every colour imaginable, all decorated with an abundance of feminine lace and frills. He smiled in disbelief at her meticulous organisation. The white sets were arranged on the left, followed by creams, yellows, pinks and pale blues, then dark blues, reds, and finally black. He was particularly drawn to a black half cup bra, all lace and ribbon. The thought of her pendulous breasts, fully supported, yet daringly displayed and easily accessible made him salivate. He nearly fainted! However, his feelings of joy were short lived. He began to realise that the downside of her organisational skills in the lingerie department, meant he had absolutely no chance of removing and replacing her dainty underthings without her noticing. She'd be bound to spot even the slightest disturbance. For a moment he had a sinking feeling, a feeling of intense disappointment. So close, yet so far. Then in the bottom drawer, all alone, he noticed a neat little package wrapped in tissue paper. He had to see what it was and felt confident enough to take it out and carefully unwrap it.

Inside…. there was an exquisite set of vintage lingerie. It was beautiful. This time he couldn't resist. He threw caution to the wind and laid it all out on the bed next to the petticoat, telling himself he'd remember the way it had been wrapped. Bra, panties, suspender belt and a pack of seamed nylon stockings, everything he could have hoped for. It was heart stopping stuff, the kind of sumptuous film star lingerie so popular in the late 1950's, and coveted by the rich and glamorous. The blue embroidered labels told him it was original Vanity Fair lingerie. It didn't mean much to him but he guessed it was expensive. Naturally, he wouldn't have appreciated the extraordinary lengths Debbie had gone to, to find this set of beautiful lingerie and it had indeed cost a small fortune. What he did appreciate though, was that she understood how he liked to see women in pretty lingerie and she'd obviously gone to a lot of trouble on his behalf. In a matter of a few seconds, he'd managed to convince himself that he owed it to his fiancée to do the lingerie justice in the best possible way!

His hands were shaking like a leaf as he began to examine each item in detail. He started with the French knickers. "Ooh-la-la" he smiled. They were made of the purest white pencil pleated chiffon over a layer of shimmering slipper satin. He could just imagine how sensational the satin would feel sliding around his penis, with the chiffon floating on top. At the waist, they fastened with two mother of pearl buttons on each side, and the loose fitting legs were embellished with exquisite pink ribbon slotted through a band of embroidered lace, and finished off with tiny pink ribbon bows. They were truly from an era of the loveliest and finest quality lingerie.

Looking at his watch, he noted that he still had an hour and a half before Debbie returned. Plenty of time but he needed to get a move on. Sadly, he discarded the silk stockings in case he snagged them. It was a real shame because he couldn't even imagine how sensual they would have felt but he was taking enough risks as it was.

One last look out the window to check the coast was clear and then, with clammy hands, he frantically tore at his clothes. Once naked, he stared anxiously at the panties. Was he really going to do this? He lifted them to his face and inhaled the delicate perfume, then pulled them slowly across his penis making it twitch and tingle, and finally rise in response. Was he really going to wear his precious fiancée's, precious panties? He took a deep breath. His heart fluttered but there was never any real doubt. Of course he was. He felt so guilty but then he told himself she'd ultimately bought them for his benefit so it was fitting for him to get acquainted with them. He carefully opened the panties up and slid his feet inside, working them slowly up his legs. They felt so incredibly sexy as he pulled them over his thighs and up to his waist where he fastened the precious little buttons. They fit beautifully, and that was a good sign for the future. Hopefully, all her clothes would fit him this well. He ran his hands over the deliciously silky material. He was in heaven. He was wearing his fiancée's panties and they were an absolute dream. Just as he'd imagined, they floated around his manhood, sending little feminine signals up and down his length. With his eyes closed, he stroked his penis through the layers of soft and delicate material, and felt a hard, throbbing erection underneath.

He still had pangs of guilt though. He felt like a shameful intruder in this world of secret girlish femininity. Debbie would die if she knew he'd seen her dainty lingerie before the honeymoon. But God knows what she'd do if she found out he'd not only seen it, and not only handled it, but actually worn it too.

He thought perhaps he should stop before this all got out of hand …. oh but then the fierce erection inside his panties told him he had to carry on. He had to be completely dressed now. He had to know what it felt like to be so totally feminine. Recovering his composure, he picked up the bra. Being a size 38DD, it was bound to be a bit loose around his chest. He really needed something to pad it out and made a mental note to find something in a minute. He put it on backwards, hooked it together, then pulled it round the right way and slipped his arms into the straps with an accomplished ease. The bra felt strange, and looking down all he could see were two large, pointy, lacy cones. How on earth did she walk around all day with those monsters on her chest?

When he stepped into the frothy petticoat it set his heart racing. He was fanatical about this type of petticoat. He'd even been known to follow a girl in a full skirt for miles down the street, hoping and waiting for a glimpse of frothy lace whenever the wind caught her skirt. And now, for the first time he had the chance to try one on himself. It was paradise, and even better that the petticoat was Debbie's. Of course, once they were married he'd have plenty more opportunities to wear it, and before the fashion changed again, he'd encourage her to buy some more. In fact he'd buy them for her himself. That way he'd get the colours he liked, the lace trimmings he loved and most importantly, the ones that stuck out the most.

Mmmm, it felt so feminine. He knew this was a special moment. It was just a shame that his first experience with any new item of feminine lingerie was invariably the best. He had to really savour the moment, and he slowly drew the elasticated waist up his legs and over his raging penis, still pushing out the front of the panties. The elastic snapped round his waist. It was on. He was wearing his first petticoat. "Oh God" he sighed, his head spinning. He was no longer a petticoat virgin!

He swished the voluminous layers around his legs and across his panties. He'd always wondered what that would feel like and it wasn't a disappointment. Oh and it would be even more sensual with a suspender belt and silk stockings underneath. Mmmm, next time it would be different, he consoled himself. In just a few weeks he'd have full access to all her clothes and he'd try a full makeover, the complete feminine experience.

Looking down, he realised his small waist was accentuated by the flaring skirts and his figure had taken on a whole new appearance. Even standing with his hands by his side was strange. They didn't rest against his thighs but were held out by the extreme padded effect created by 80 yards of petticoat. He couldn't resist pulling and tugging at the hems and fluffing out each of the layers, making it stand out even further. The slightest movement caused the petticoat to sway and rustle, and the effect it was having on his penis as the lacy material swirled between his legs was amazing. He was an intruder in this world of frothy lingerie and he knew that the girlish sensations that accompanied the wearing of such a full and flouncy petticoat were normally reserved for pretty girls. He really had no right to be experiencing such delights.

Checking his watch again he unzipped the dress, held it aloft and let it float down over his head and settle over the expanse of nylon and lace that billowed from his waist. The advantage of his lanky frame and the size of Debbie's chest, was that the dress fitted rather well, and he was easily able to zip it up at the back. He arranged the hem of the skirt over the mountain of petticoats, then straightened every single pleat, carefully adjusting them so that they fell evenly all the way round. Inside the wardrobe there was a mirror and he was able to see what he'd created – a girl in a floaty, full skirted dress. It felt so soft and sensual, and it was so sheer that you could clearly see the bra and the lacy swirls and bows adorning the petticoats. He swished the skirts around noisily, the way he'd once seen young girls in fifties style dresses doing at a local carnival. No wonder they'd managed to attract the attention of every male en route, him included. He imagined walking down the street in that dress and the boys following discreetly behind. Jesus, he would tease them to death. He'd make sure the skirt flipped up at every opportunity. He'd make sure they had a good look at his petticoats. He'd find a reason to bend over and let them see his stocking tops too. He'd be such a little minx!

For the next few minutes, he minced around the apartment listening to the whisper of the petticoats. He luxuriated in the sensation of the silky dress as he frou-frou'd down the hall, petticoats dancing around his thighs, and the slippery nylon slithering across the lace panties, adding to his raging hard-on. He then sat down in front of a mirror with the frothy petticoats spilling everywhere. What a sight. He practised sitting down, holding the skirts neatly underneath and forcing the bulk of the petticoats onto his thighs. If anyone had been watching, they would have been in no doubt as to the style and colour of his petticoats, and with his legs slightly apart, there were tantalising glimpses of his lacy French knickers. With another glance at his watch, he unfortunately recognised that time had passed all too quickly. He pulled the petticoats up round his waist and had one last feel of his manhood through the slippery panties, telling himself there would be plenty more opportunities. He had less than fifteen minutes before Debbie was due to return and everything had to be replaced exactly as he'd found it. Despite the need to be careful, he also needed to hurry, and only just managed to get everything back before Debbie put her key in the door.

"Hi darling, it's me. What have you been up to then?" she yelled.

"Oh nothing much, just watching TV" he replied breathlessly. "How did you get on?"

"Fine" she said, walking into the room and giving him a kiss. "I did some shopping on the way home. Got a few things for the honeymoon."

"Sounds interesting. Anything nice?"

"Well I think you'll be pleased" she smiled. She put her bags down and slowly pulled out each item to show him. "Couple of nice T-shirts….. little bikini…… shoes….. a nice short skirt, perfect for hot evenings….. and an even shorter nighty, perfect for hot nights!" she laughed. "Oh yes…. and these, darling" she said in a husky, sexy voice….. "these are for you!" and she held up a wispy black bra with floral patterned embroidery and red lace, and matching see-through black knickers.

This was seriously sexy lingerie. For him? Peter swallowed hard. His heart raced and he felt the blood rushing to his face. Shit, he'd been found out. "Mmm, yes very nice," he said trying to sound disinterested.

"Oh how sweeeeet. My precious darling is going all red. Oh you're not embarrassed about a bra and panties are you sweetheart?" she laughed, and sat down oh his lap, holding the panties in front of his face for a close-up inspection. "Well you do like your new panties, don't you darling? I bought them specially for you. I've seen how you always look at my pretty lingerie. I know you get turned on by all the lacy, frilly stuff. I bet you didn't think I'd notice but you always pay special attention if I'm wearing something really girlish don't you?" she giggled. "You know, one of the shop assistants asked if I was buying them as a present for someone and she creased up when I told her I was buying them for my fiancée" she laughed. "Mmmmm, look how see-through they are. You can't hide very much in these can you? And they feel so silky and sexy. Just imagine how girly and feminine you'd feel wearing pretty panties like these" she said, gently running them across his crimson face.

"They'll be just perfect for when we're alone together, darling. Me, you… and lots of sexy, frilly lingerie. Mmmm, I'm going to make you feel so special." He looked scared and he was quite speechless. "Oh come on sweetheart, I hope you're not going to go all shy on me on our honeymoon are you? I want to know all the naughty details about those secret little fantasies you haven't told me about…. and don't tell me you don't have any. I know you do. The things you've never dared to tell…. but always hoped a girl would do to you" she giggled, and suddenly pulled the panties over his head. "Oh they really suit you darling" she teased. Mmm, I can't wait to see your reaction when they're on…. and just think about them coming off" she giggled.

"Really…." he mumbled in a shaky voice, his guilty shame and red face hidden beneath the black gauze like material.

She then held the bra up to her chest and cupped her breasts inside. "Yes, I bet you can't wait to see me in all my honeymoon lingerie, especially this new bra and panties. Now, if they don't put you in the mood, nothing will."

A look of relief spread across his face.

"Well unfortunately, until we're on honeymoon, you'll just have to imagine my breasts stretching this sheer, black lace… and my little pussy, nestling inside the panties."

"Oh…… oh yes" he sounded relieved and took a deep breath. "Um yes, I can't wait, darling" he added, starting to relax and thankful that some miracle had just taken place.

Debbie put her shopping away, whilst Peter took deep breaths. He got himself another beer to steady his nerves and returned to watching TV.

"What's this, I didn't know you liked tennis?" she said.

"Er… yeah, it's a good match."

"Really? You've never talked about liking any sport come to think of it." She sat down in his lap again. "Oh no wonder! That's Chris Evert isn't it? Nice legs" she said with a tinge of jealousy, "she's such a sweetheart. Oh yes I see now. You're only interested in tennis when the women are playing, and you can watch their little skirts flipping up. I know."

"I am not!" he protested.

"Oooh, you guys are so predictable" she pronounced. "Yes, look you can see her frilly knickers when she serves. Mmmm, all those girlish lacy frills, you just love them don't you?" she teased, watching his face turn a delightful shade of red once again. "My God, I can even feel you getting a hard-on down here" she laughed, squirming about in his lap and making it worse. "What are you like? Maybe you'd get a hard-on if you saw ME in MY tennis skirt? It's very short, and I've got some VERY frilly knickers " she teased. With that she disappeared, and returned wearing a tiny, white pleated skirt.

Peter was mesmerized. It was so short, it only just covered her panties. "Like it?" she giggled and gave him a twirl. The little skirt flared out, revealing a pair of shimmering white nylon panties with rows of girlish white frills, front and back. "I haven't worn this in years" she laughed. "Look, this is me waiting to receive your service" she laughed, turning round and bending over from the waist. He was treated to a full-on view of her cute little bottom in all its white lacy frills.

"Jesus" he gasped. "You do need servicing don't you, you little tease." His penis immediately sprang into life and he pulled her down onto the sofa, giggling. He pulled her on top of him and thrust his hands under the skirt to explore her frilly bottom. She'd never seen him so keen. He quickly undid his trousers and pushed them down together with his underpants. Debbie lifted herself up and then gently sat back down on his swollen manhood. He groaned as she moved back and forth, massaging his penis with her panties. She instinctively knew what to do next and slipped the panties off, wrapping them around the base of his rigid manhood and positioning her pussy over the tip. She sat down very slowly, savouring the feeling as she impaled herself upon him. "Oh yeah" he groaned, slipping his hands under her T-shirt to massage her breasts whilst she began to ride up and down on his shaft. That afternoon Debbie enjoyed the best lovemaking she'd experienced for a long, long time.

     

Chapter 4: Ultimatum at work

Monday's were always the most unproductive day of the week at the office. Debbie was amazed how everyone stood around chatting about their weekend for at least an hour, making no attempt to even start working. Jan was one of the worst in that respect and she decided it was time she did something about it and introduced a bit more discipline into the office.

She called Jan into a small meeting room off the main office. "All this chit-chat in the morning has to stop. We're paid to work here not sit around having a laugh" she said sternly, the way a teacher might tell off a small child. Jan sighed and looked disinterested. "If you don't change your ways, I'll have to give you a written warning. Do you understand?" Debbie said firmly.

"I guess" Jan replied reluctantly.

"Good. Now, I wanted to talk to you about something else. An additional responsibility I'm giving you."

Jan looked up. At last, things might improve, she thought.

"I want you to take care of all the arrangements for our wedding. Peter's hopeless at organizing things and I'm so rushed at the moment. There isn't much time and still tons of loose ends to tie up. I thought you could sort of project manage it all for me from here in."

Jan was speechless. But… but your wedding… but that's not work… I mean what's it got to do with me?"

"You're my assistant aren't you? Your job is to help me isn't it? Well, this is just another little thing to help me with isn't it? You should be honoured I'm asking you and not one of the other girls. The details are all in this file. There are a couple of things that need your urgent attention though. One is the hotel for the reception. It's provisionally booked but I had a call to say they had a problem. You'll need to get on to that right away. Also, the honeymoon. We've decided where we're going, hotel etc. but none of that has been booked either. I'm sure you can handle it. Just think, you'll be the first to know all the details… right down to what I'm wearing on my wedding night" she laughed.

Jan was stunned, she didn't know what to say. "Oh and another thing" Debbie continued. "Your skirt is far too short. I've told you before about that haven't I? Come over here a minute." Reluctantly, and with another long sigh, Jan stepped forward.

Debbie picked up a ruler and measured twelve inches between the hem of Jan's pleated skirt and her knees. "Far too short" she declared. "You're showing your panties every time you bend over. You'll have to go home and change."

"What! Don't be daft. It's not too short" Jan protested. "I've got long legs so it just seems short."

"Turn around" Debbie commanded.

As Jan reluctantly turned to face the door, she felt the hem of her skirt being lifted. "Hey!" But before she could stop her, Debbie had the skirt up round her waist, exposing a pair of plain white 'sensible' panties.

"Good God, my old Grannie wears more exciting underwear than this" she said with contempt.

"Gerroff me" Jan demanded, struggling to break free as Debbie flicked the ruler across her pantied bottom. SMACK… SMACK.

"Owwww! you fucking cow. That bloody well hurts" Jan yelled, still struggling.

SMACK. "Owwww!" Jan cried again as the ruler struck her crisply on the other cheek.

"If you don't stop wriggling I'll put you over my knee and get the whole office in to watch you having your panties lowered and your bottom spanked" Debbie threatened. "And that will include Henry" she added.

"Nooooo" Jan cried.

"From now on, you'll come and see me first thing every morning so I can check the length of your skirt, otherwise I'll do it in front of everyone in the office…. understood?"

SMACK. SMACK. "Owwww..... yes, yes alright" she cried reluctantly.

"Right, now go home and change…. and make sure your skirt is knee length in future."

Meanwhile, Sylvia was sitting in Peter's office. "Have you told her yet?" she asked.

"Told who? Told her what?" he looked bemused.

"About the other night, and how we found you in Cherie's nightie" she laughed.

"That?" he tutted dismissively. "I'd forgotten all about it" he lied. "It was just a laugh, hardly headline news is it" he said, trying to play it down.

Sylvia wasn't daft, and she certainly wasn't going to let him get away with it. "The photos came out really well" she replied. "We've had a few sets printed. Here's one for you. We thought you'd like to keep them safe, but we've all got copies in case any go missing. I was thinking about putting some up on the notice board…."

"OK. What's this all about? I don't really care what you do with the photos but I suppose they could be misinterpreted. Let's get to the point. What is it you want?"

"Oh not much really. Two little things. First, you've got to stop making people redundant in here."

"Look, you know there's nothing I can do about that. When the company decides to get rid of people I don't have any choice in the matter."

"Oh I think you do" she replied. "If you stopped licking their asses for a moment and told them how short staffed we are already, they'd think again. You're not even trying. Stop being a hero and do something for us for a change. The choice is yours" she added, studying one of the photos again. "Ooh, you look so cute in those panties" she laughed.

"What's the second thing?" he asked impatiently.

"Oh that's real easy. Get Debbie transferred to a different department, or another office, anything but get her out of here before we string her up. She's upset every single girl and we're not prepared to take any more of it."

"Oh for God's sake. How can I do that?"

"Easy! You know they're not keen on husbands and wives working together. Well you're getting married aren't you? Tell them it would be sensible to move her somewhere else. You needn't tell her you instigated it. See it is easy, isn't it? Just make sure she's not working here when you get back from your honeymoon, right? Oh, one last thing. You owe me £35 to replace Cherie's baby doll nightie that you messed up. She says you can keep the old one. A cheque will be fine, you can leave it on my desk for me. I'll leave you in peace now, and you can have a little look through your photos can't you" she smiled and left his office. He sat for a few minutes wondering what the hell to do. Looking out into the open office, he surveyed his little empire. How could he have been so stupid? He suddenly caught sight of his fiancée.

Debbie was sitting across from Henry's desk, checking something with him. She felt a little awkward, partly because he was the only male in the office apart from Peter, but also because he was such a hunk and she'd heard the gossip that he was great in bed. As she studied an audit trail that he'd just run off, she noticed he was sitting with his legs apart. She had one eye on the report and the other focused on his crotch. Was that a lump… or just the way his trousers had bunched? She swore it moved slightly. Oh my God, that wasn't the material, there was something in there! Images from the porno video she'd watched the other night came to mind and she ran her tongue over her dry lips.

At the same time, her senses told her that his eyes were glued to her breasts. Nothing unusual about that. She was used to men ogling them, in fact she rather enjoyed it. Today she was wearing a cream blouse that was ever so slightly transparent. He could just detect the delicate lace on the very substantial cups of her white bra underneath. She looked up and caught him staring. "Ahem." He wasn't in the least embarrassed, and simply smiled.

"Tell me. Do you normally undress a girl with your eyes like that?" she asked.

"Only when she's drop dead gorgeous" he replied, still smiling.

She felt the blood rush to her face. Embarrassed, she looked away and subconsciously flicked her hair before getting back to the report… and his crotch!

"Ahem," he coughed. She looked up. "Tell me, do you always check out a guy's crotch like that?" Her face was red. "I mean, you can have a feel if you like. It's all me" he laughed, and slowly ran his hand over the outline of his manhood as if to prove it.

"You're disgusting" she replied. "Any more of your subordination and you'll get a warning, you hear." At last, she could feel his eyes dropping. Oh Hell! Now he was looking at her legs. He was staring right up her tight fitting skirt! She quickly tugged at the hem, causing her breasts to jiggle nicely and his attention to shift upwards once again. She couldn't take any more. Her face was bright red and she was getting more and more flustered. "Look, I'm a bit busy this afternoon. Can you work on these numbers and get another report for me tomorrow" she said, looking uneasy.

"Well I could always work late… and then you could have it tonight" he offered. For a moment, she looked thoughtful. "Would you like me to give it to you tonight?" he asked again with a grin.

"Um, no," she muttered, realizing what he was up to, "I'll… er… no… tomorrow is fine" she replied, looking sheepish and quickly stood up.

"You sure? You really look like you're needing it" he persisted.

She hurriedly walked off. She didn't have to look behind, she could feel his eyes glued to her. She carefully tugged at the hem of her skirt at the back and put a little more emphasis into her hip movements. Henry stared at her peach of a bottom, the two perfectly rounded cheeks squeezed together inside her tight skirt, and the way they moved together as she wiggled her cute little ass all the way down the office. "Mmm, very nice" he laughed. The skirt was so tight it revealed her panty lines and the straps of her suspenders underneath. Henry had a boner, just thinking about his cock wedged between those fleshy buttocks, whilst she tried to squeeze and resist his erection. "Whoagh….. like a rat up a drainpipe!" he muttered, loud enough for her to overhear. Her face reddened, but she also allowed herself a wry smile.

Peter had also overheard Henry's comment, and he'd seen enough to know he had to do something about it. Perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad thing to move her, he thought. He sat down and wrote a letter to Personnel, then took an envelope with his cheque to Sylvia's desk. She thanked him politely and gave him a note in return. He glanced at it quickly. He was to go to her house again that evening.

"What's this about then" he looked at her in disbelief. She opened a drawer and showed him a letter, all typed up and ready to go. It was addressed to Personnel.

"We've done a letter of complaint and included a lovely set of your photos" she smiled. He looked aghast. "We've got a few special tasks for you to complete outside of work. You might even enjoy them. Anyway, this is the first. See you later then?"

Before Debbie left the office that evening she looked in on her fiancée. "Still working? I wondered if we could have dinner tonight?"

"Er, sorry. I've got to finish some stuff this evening. Looks like a late one" he lied.

"Seems like every night's a late one these days", she said in a disappointed tone. "Why don't we get any time together these days. I've hardly seen you lately."

"I know. Sorry darling, it's just manic at the moment but I'll make it up to you, promise" he smiled.

         

Chapter 5: Evening at Sylvia's

As soon as Debbie had gone, Peter left for Sylvia's house. She ushered him in and took him upstairs to the room that he'd slept in a few days ago and where his current predicament had all begun. Sylvia wasn't alone. A few of the girls from work had arrived earlier, including Jan, Fiona and Tracy.

"Let's get started shall we. Your clothes are on the bed. Get changed and let us know when you're ready."

Peter looked at the neat pile of silky, lacy things. "Oh for God's sake" he protested.

"Less of the verbals, thank you. If you're not ready in 5 minutes we'll be back to help" Sylvia threatened.

He looked back at the bed and the feminine underwear. Well, at least he could change in private but he still didn't understand why they were doing this. If they wanted to blackmail him there must have been a hundred ways… why this ridiculous humiliation?

Meanwhile, Sylvia rang Debbie. As she suspected, she wasn't busy, and when Sylvia told her she needed her to pop over for an urgent dress fitting, she readily agreed. Quite naturally, and like any young bride, she couldn't wait to see her wedding dress. Sylvia put the phone down. Her beaming smile said it all.

With a deep sigh, Peter sorted through the clothes, camiknickers, stockings and suspender belt. His heart was beating hard as he examined each item. The silk camiknickers shimmered in the light as he held them by the dainty ribbon shoulder straps. He'd seen camisoles and french knickers, but never a single garment that did both jobs. There was a cluster of embroidery and lace decorated flowers down the front and more lace detailing around the elasticated legs. They would be back soon and he didn't want them watching him undress so he quickly stripped off. He managed the suspender belt OK but he'd only ever worn stockings once or twice before and found them a real fiddle to fix to the straps. Once they were on though, they felt soft and sensual and his penis began to stir. Quickly, he stepped into the camiknickers and pulled them up. They were too small for him but the cool silk felt very slippery against his skin and his penis was definitely responding… oh no, that was all he needed!

Jan knocked on the door. He'd had plenty of time. "Are you ready in there?" She didn't wait for an answer and walked in. "Ah, how sweet. Mmmm, you look better in those camiknickers than I do."

"They're yours?" his face went crimson.

She stepped closer and ran her hands over the slippery silk. "Of course they're mine darling" she purred. "You're wearing my silk camiknickers, you naughty boy. They're a bit small on you but nice and tight. Very revealing" she laughed, one hand on his bottom and the other finding its way to his manhood. "Mmmm, this is a bit…. swollen, isn't it sweetheart? Do they feel nice darling? You're definitely getting interested down here aren't you? Oooh yes, that's very nice isn't it?" she whispered as she urgently stroked his length through the filmy lingerie. She could feel him swelling up and knelt at his feet, running her tongue up his thighs, heading toward the bulging satin. She reached inside the lace trimmed edging of the leg opening and released his plump penis from its silky prison. Suddenly he felt her hot breath on his manhood and her lips brushing gently over it. Her soft lips had an immediate and urgent effect on him. "Poor baby, I never did let you have a blow-job did I? Would pretty Peter like a nice blow-job, then?" she teased. His penis was standing out at right angles like a flag pole and she slowly eased the foreskin back, revealing his sensitive purple helmet. "See what happens when you're a good boy and wear your pretty lingerie for us" she smiled, and put her lips around the purple mushroom. "Mmmmmm." Peter shuddered and closed his eyes. Her tongue gently played with his glans, that most sensitive of places, and then her lips worked their way down his length. His eyes were closed as she teased and excited him, and then just as she had his entire length in her mouth, there was a knock on the front door.

Jan stopped, with her mouth still full of her ex-boyfriend. Peter recognised Sylvia's voice "Oh shit! What's she doing here?" he panicked.

Jan pulled away and quickly stood up. "She must be over for a fitting. Oh my God, they'll be up here in a minute. Quick, get under the bed."

"What?"

"Well, do you want her to find you like this?" and with that she ushered him under the bed and followed behind clutching the bundle of clothes he'd arrived in. She curled up against his back and put her arm around him, searching once again for his penis.

"For God's sake, what are you doing?" he complained half heartedly.

"Ssssh. They'll be here any second" she replied. Peter held his breath as he saw two sets of feet enter the room whilst Jan began slowly wanking him through the silk lingerie.

Oooooh Sylvia, I love it" Debbie declared as she caught sight of her dress. "Oh I can't wait to try it on" she added, and quickly undressed. Debbie helped her into the long flowing satin gown and zipped it up at the back.

"Of course, there'll be a very full, layered petticoat to wear underneath. I always think they look so much better than a crinoline. Whenever I'm at a wedding and see the groom removing the bride's garter, and struggling with one of those dreadful hoops, I just want to cry. It somehow spoils the illusion to find a hoop of nothingness under a beautiful dress don't you think?"

"Oh yes, I agree. I want lots of frothy layers in the petticoat. Frills, ribbons and tons of lace, it never fails with the men does it" she laughed.

"Good, glad you agree. And by the way, the petticoat will tie up round the waist. I never use elastic in my lingerie. The panties tie at the back as well, and so will the bra." Debbie looked a little puzzled. Sylvia smiled "it's much safer…. and he'll be able to get them off so much quicker that way" she explained with a giggle.

At that moment, the other girls knocked on the door. "Are you decent Debbie, OK to come in?"

"Sure, come and have a look at my dress" she replied.

"Oh Debs, it's fabulous. Feel that gorgeous silk…. you're going to knock him out in that, it's divine" they purred. "Well, nice to see the dress but we've got to dash… see you tomorrow…. bye."

"Well, seems like everyone thinks you look great in it" Sylvia said. "I'm still working on your lingerie but the panties are finished, want to see them?" she enquired.

"You bet, I'm looking forward to this bit" she laughed.

"Well I hope you like them. I've been studying the new designs from the Paris fashion week and this year they've really gone in for the fifties, flirty feminine look. What do you think?"

Debbie studied the panties that were being held up for her inspection. "Oh my God" she shrieked. For a moment she didn't know what to say. "Oh… oh they're so sweet…. just look at all the lace…. oh Sylvia, you're so clever." Debbie reached across and took them from her. She'd never seen lingerie like this before, she could hardly believe she was going to be wearing something as feminine as this. They were the purest white french knickers, glistening white satin at the back with three rows of gathered white lace edged in pale pink. At the front, the panties were made of very sheer, pencil pleated chiffon with a pink bow in the middle of the broad waistband. "Oh they're so pretty" she squealed like a child "too pretty to hide under a dress. They really are sexy bridal panties, aren't they. They're soooo to-die-for. Oh I'm going to feel like a million dollars." She swept up her skirts, anxious to try them on. "Can you give me a hand?"

Sylvia obliged by holding the voluminous skirt up round her waist whilst Debbie slipped out of her bikini panties and into the gorgeous designer lingerie. They were quite different to anything she'd worn before. The waistband, instead of being elasticated, consisted of a broad silk ribbon that tied at the back into a big bow. Sylvia tied it for her and Debbie walked over to the mirror.

Holding her skirts up she turned back and forth, admiring the transparency of the panties, and the silky ribbons sweeping gently across her bottom. "Oh… SOOO cute" she laughed. "He'll be able to see what's waiting for him inside and… oh just a minute…." she said, re-checking the mirror. She was just able to see the rather cheeky, heart shaped opening at the back which showed off the deep valley between her buttocks. "Oh my God, you can see my bottom as well" she laughed. The elaborate silk ribbon tassels did nothing to hide her firm rounded buttocks. Instead they simply drew attention to her pert young bottom in a very seductive way. "Well, it's a good job I'm not wearing a short skirt with these underneath…. and what's this?" she asked, pointing to three discreet pink satin bows at the crotch.

"Can't you guess?" Sylvia giggled. "I must admit they were my idea… kind of quick release…. in case he can't wait…."

"Oh!" Debbie laughed, "they're wicked…. but handy if we…. well you know" she smiled with an embarrassed look. "Well I have to say…. they're the most darling panties. I've got some really exquisite things for the honeymoon, but nothing as pretty as this. I can't wait to see Peter's reaction, he's SO into pretty lingerie, isn't that sweet?"

"I'll bet" Sylvia smiled to herself, "and did you mean when he sees YOU in them…. or perhaps…. when you see HIM in them?" she added sarcastically.

Suddenly Debbie went bright red as she remembered the night she'd got drunk and told them of Peter's little fetish. "Ahem… yes… well, he has been known to slip into a pair of my panties" she admitted. "It probably sounds a bit odd but they do seem to get him in the mood… and to be honest he has been kind of neglecting things lately…. in the bedroom department… if you know what I mean?" she said guardedly.

Underneath the bed, Peter grimaced as his fiancée openly admitted to his kinky interest in lingerie, and worse still, his lack of sexual performance. Inside, he felt as if he was dying a thousand deaths.

Sylvia's face lit up. "I'll tell you what. I've got some of the material for the bridesmaid's dresses left over, you know that very fine pink bridal satin. How about I make him his very own bridal panties to match yours? Think how randy he'd be if you had him wearing matching panties on your wedding day, underneath his suit of course."

Debbie laughed. "Oh steady on. It's one thing for him to wear them in front of me… I don't think I could even get him into plain white ones on his wedding day… let alone frilly bridal panties" she laughed.

"Oh I don't know, it sounds like he might enjoy it. I bet you can be firm with him. He'd do anything for you, I've seen the way he looks at you."

"Well yes, I guess. But he's not actually wearing a suit. My father's side of the family is Scottish and he's going to wear a kilt."

"Well that's even better isn't it? I mean a kilt is a skirt isn't it? You can tell him if he's wearing a skirt that he's got to wear panties underneath can't you?"

"Hmmm…. I really don't…"

Sylvia cut in. "Listen, you leave it to me. I'm pretty confident I can get him to wear them, what do you think?"

"Well… OK, I don't suppose it can do any harm if you want to try… but I bet you won't do it" she laughed, "and don't you dare tell him it was my idea either!"

Peter winced as he heard their plan. The thought of having to wear girl's panties to his own wedding was bad enough but a pair of bridal panties spelled total embarrassment. All the same, he couldn't help but imagine the sight of his fiancée in her beautiful lingerie and his erection was practically at bursting point. Debbie was still in raptures about the panties and giggled uncontrollably when Sylvia told her he'd look divine in them. At that precise moment, Jan decided to finish him off and massaged his truncheon harder and faster. He stiffened up and desperately tried to suppress any noise as he jerked away, drenching the front of her camiknickers. Jan smiled with satisfaction and slowed down, but continued milking him as the damp stain seeped through the filmy satin.

"Oh I've finished the nightie as well. It's next door. You may as well try it while you're here. I think you'll like it though it's not really meant for sleeping" Sylvia giggled, leading Debbie into the next room.

"Quick" Jan prodded him. "Now's our chance. Get out… be quick."

Peter squeezed out from under the bed and quickly pulled his clothes on, over the top of the lingerie.

"We can just make it if you're quiet on the stairs" Jan whispered and led him toward the door. "Coast clear, off you go."

Peter crept down the stairs and slipped out the door, preying that Debbie wasn't looking out the window at that precise moment. He practically ran all the way home.

      

Chapter 6: Night at Debbie's parents

Later that week, Peter and Debbie left work together and drove to her parent's house. Debbie's mother had invited them for dinner, and to save driving home afterwards, she insisted they stayed the night. Debbie was feeling a little nervous as Peter had met her parents just once before, and then only briefly. "There is one thing darling, a little favour really. You see, Mummy still sees me as her innocent little girl. You're never going to believe this but she actually thinks I'm still a virgin… for God's sake! Thing is, I wouldn't want to hurt her feelings, you know. I'd be really grateful if you didn't say anything that might spoil things… you know what I mean. You do understand don't you sweetheart?"

He didn't know whether to laugh or sympathise. "Your secret's safe, don't worry. I won't tell her what a naughty girl you've become… and I'm sure you're going to be really nice to me to make sure I don't say anything I shouldn't" he teased.

"Oh don't worry, I'm sure I can think of something to reward you" she smiled and rand her hand up his thigh.

The evening went very smoothly. Peter got on well with her parents. He found her mother a bit staid and a little domineering, not dissimilar to his own mother for that matter, but very pleasant all the same. She was a good looking woman, late thirties with blonde hair and a nice figure. He was always interested to meet his girlfriends' mothers, it gave him a good idea what he could expect from their daughters in years to come. She was also like Debbie, in that she spoke with a firm and authoritative manner. It was pretty obvious who made all the decisions in that house!

After dinner and a few drinks, Mrs Hamilton showed Peter to his room. It was evident she had no intention of letting them sleep together and he was shown into the room adjoining Debbie's, and opposite her parents' room. "I hope you'll be comfortable Peter, let me know if there's anything you need… anything at all… don't hesitate" she smiled. He thanked her and got into his pyjamas, smiling to himself as he wondered what she'd have said if he'd asked if it was OK to pop next door and shag her daughter."

"Hi there, everything OK?" Debbie was standing in the doorway in a pair of plain cotton pyjamas. Peter laughed. Normally she'd never wear anything as boring but it kept her mum happy. "Hey you, stop laughing at my pyjamas" she said, stepping in to give him a cuddle and a goodnight kiss.

"Will you miss me sweetheart?" she smiled, placing her hand on the front of his pyjama bottoms and giving him a gentle squeeze. "Mmmm" she purred as his penis stirred into life, "I think you're missing me already."

"Please… don't tease me" he begged.

She whispered in his ear. "I tell you what. Wait half an hour until everyone's asleep then come to my room. You'll have to be really quiet though, my Mum's a light sleeper."

"You're on" he laughed and she stroked his manhood one last time and left him to get into bed. He laid awake, thinking about Debbie and rubbing himself gently. He waited at least half an hour before venturing out onto the landing. The house was silent apart from Mr Hamilton's snoring. He crept over to the bathroom to make sure the coast was clear, then back toward Debbie's room and was just about to grab the handle when her mother appeared at her bedroom door in a floaty negligee.

"Everything OK Peter? You seem to be lost sweetheart, that's Debbie's room isn't it" she whispered and led him back to his own room. "I expect you got confused, easily done in the dark isn't it?" she said, closing the door behind her.

"Um yes, that's it. It's so dark out there I couldn't make out which door was mine."

"Yes I thought so. Now, why don't you get back into bed and I'll tuck you in." He quickly did as she suggested but instead of pulling the sheets back over him, she sat down on the edge of the bed, leaning across him with her hand resting lightly on his thigh. "Sorry if I startled you just now but Mr Hamilton always keeps me awake with his snoring and I thought I heard something…. well I suppose I was right wasn't I?"

In the moonlit bedroom, Peter was able to see her quite clearly. She was wearing a very glamorous double layered chiffon negligee in a baby blue colour. It looked like it could have been part of a bridal trousseau, with yards and yards of floating translucent chiffon that swirled around her legs, accentuated by the large frilly ruffle at the hem that was decorated with lace and slotted ribbon. It was spectacularly beautiful, the most feminine negligee he'd ever seem, an exquisite cloud of foaming, feminine chiffon. The sleeves were sheer and puffy and gathered at the elbow with blue lace and little ribbon ties, but his eyes were drawn to the low cut bodice. It was covered in beautiful crisp ecru lace with delicate pink rosettes, and closed at the front with a satin ribbon bow. She immediately sensed what he was staring at and untied the ribbon to pull the negligee apart, revealing a flirty double layer chiffon nightie underneath. It too was absolutely beautiful, richly embroidered with exquisite lace around the bust and delicate satin roses down the front. The whole ensemble presented a luscious, dreamy, frothy confection of four filmy layers that left him thinking that Debbie's taste for expensive lingerie had been developed by her mother. And apart from similar tastes in lingerie, they shared some physical attributes. Mrs Hamilton had a pair of huge tits and they pushed out the front of her nightie, the filmy material revealing her large brown nipples. Peter found himself staring at her cleavage and the little pink ribbon tied at the neckline. He was wondering… wondering if it was simply a decoration or whether…."

"We haven't really had a chance to talk have we Peter?" she interrupted his thoughts. "You know I really have the greatest respect for you."

"Respect?"

"Well you obviously know that Debbie wants to keep her virginity until the wedding. Er… you do know, don't you?"

"Oh yes… yes of course Mrs Hamilton.

"And Debbie tells me you're doing the same thing."

"Pardon," he looked shocked.

"Keeping your virginity until the wedding. You are still a virgin?" she asked seriously.

"Um… well, yes. I mean… technically speaking…. well yes… yes of course" he said, trying to sound convincing.

"Good. Well that can't be easy for a virile young man. I know what you boys are like" she laughed. "So, how do you manage to relieve the tension? I assume you have to masturbate quite a lot."

"Pardon…..!"

"Come on now, you can tell me. All boys wank. Don't tell me you don't. Remember I've a son as well as a daughter so I do know about these things. Don't tell me you don't wank in the shower. Besides it's good for you to keep your love muscle in shape. It'll be working overtime after the wedding and if Debbie's anything like me, she'll be needing it several times a day. Hmmm, I hope you're going to be able to satisfy her in that respect Peter…. you are, aren't you?"

"Oh… oh yes. Yes I'm sure she'll be well satisfied" he mumbled, feeling so embarrassed.

"Good. Now, as I was saying. How often do you need to wank?"

"Er…. not sure really."

"Well is it monthly?…. weekly?….. daily?….." He looked very red and very embarrassed. "Well?" she persisted. "You must know."

"Um…. well….er …. daily, I suppose" he muttered, hoping that was the right answer.

"Mmm, every day. That's good Peter. But I'm sure that's not just once a day though is it sweetheart? Once a day isn't much for a young man is it? So come on, it is more than once isn't it?"

He felt so embarrassed. What was he supposed to say? "Ummmm."

"Well? Come on. Is it twice a day, or three times a day, more than three times?"

"Um… well…. maybe… er…. twice… well, sometimes three times a day" he confessed, blushing violently.

"Three times a day! Goooood boy…. yes that's very good. You're obviously quite healthy in that department then. You know, sex is very important in a marriage and it's so vital that a husband is able to completely satisfy his wife in bed. Otherwise, she'll simply end up in someone else's, won't she? You know what they say about young newly wed girls don't you? If they're getting enough sleep, they're not getting enough sex!" she laughed. "Anyway, I'm sure Debbie will be happy with three times a night… at least to start with anyway. I expect you'll quickly work up to something a little more respectable for a healthy young man once you lose your shyness" she reassured him.

She saw his mouth drop.

"I think six or seven times a night sounds a bit more like it for a young newlywed couple doesn't it?" she smiled.

"Six or seven?" Peter gasped.

Mrs Hamilton raised her eyebrows, as if to question his reply.

"Oh yes… yes… I suppose so" he muttered, feeling her hand travelling up his thigh and then begin to trace the length of his penis through the cotton fabric of his pyjamas.

"Oh! Mrs Hamilton!" he exclaimed loudly, instantly sitting up. He looked quite shocked and more than a little frightened.

Debbie's mother planted her hand firmly on his chest, and shoved him back down onto the bed.

"Ssssh sweetheart. I can see how frustrated you are tonight."

"But Mrs Hamilton" and once again he tried to raise himself up, and once again, she forcefully pushed him back down.

"Now just relax. You're in very good hands and I promise you'll soon feel so much better." Before he could say anything, she'd swiftly pulled his pyjamas off. She sat down next to his naked body and studied his penis. "Oh goodness… a little on the small side…. but never mind" she said, picking up his manhood and playing with it between her fingers.

He gasped and went to grab her hand, but she quickly slapped it away. She suddenly remembered just how touchy men are about the size of their cocks, and realised he was probably hurt by her comment. "It's OK Peter, really, don't worry. Most boys have much bigger ones but remember Debbie has never been with a man before so she's got nothing to compare it with has she sweetheart? Of course, it's always nice for a girl to experience that FULLY STRETCHED feeling but… well it's not the end of the world, I suppose."

He looked a bit upset and rather flustered, and she was surprised that despite her manipulation, his penis was still limp. She didn't seem to be making any progress at all. "Hmmm. I expect you're a bit nervous with me aren't you. Don't be frightened now, it's only natural."

She thought for a moment and suddenly had a flash of inspiration. "I know, I've got just the thing" and she reached into a chest of drawers and pulled out something silky and neatly folded. Peter looked nervously at what she had in her hand. It looked feminine… and he was right. It was very feminine. She was holding a pair of white silk french knickers with pink lace and ribbons round the legs and the waist. "These are bridal panties, Peter" she explained with a wry smile. There, aren't they gorgeous she said pulling them slowly across his manhood. Peter flinched. "Oh come on, I bet you used to raid your mummy's lingerie drawer when you were little, didn't you? And maybe when you were not so little, eh? Does she have nice silky panties?"

His erection was almost instantaneous and she was pleased to see that he was at last beginning to respond. "Wait till you feel them on you" she smiled and she quickly pulled his feet into the leg openings and eased them up his legs.

"Mr Hamilton… p… please… what do you think you're doing?" he said, trying to sit up again.

"Oh come now. Debbie's told me all about you wearing her knickers. No need to be shy. I expect it means a lot if you're not yet sleeping together." She pushed him back down again and continued to pull the panties up his legs, pausing only to see his reaction when they reached the top of his thighs.

He was trembling. They felt so sensual. He desperately wanted them round his cock. They were so near yet so far.

"Wouldn't you like to see how they feel Peter? Or shall I take them off, darling?" He looked up, eyes wide. "No, I thought not. They're so much nicer than those skimpy little things Debbie wears aren't they? Ask me nicely and I'll pull them all the way up for you. Say… 'Please Mrs Hamilton, can I try on the bridal panties'. Go on say it."

He muttered it under his breath.

"I can't hear you. Louder."

"Please Mrs Hamilton, can I try on the bridal panties" he mumbled a little louder.

"Still can't hear you, sweetheart. I'm taking them off if I can't hear you ask properly."

"PLEASE MRS HAMILTON…. CAN I TRY ON THE BRIDAL PANTIES" he begged in a clear loud voice.

"Oh, much better. Now, bottom up….. that's it darling… not the first time is it" and she tugged them up to his waist, smiling at his bright red face. "Oooh they're just made for you sweetheart" she gushed. "Debbie was so right, she said you looked cute in panties. They're so pretty on you, and do they make you feel all girlish?" she teased.

Her hand was straight back onto his penis, caressing him gently through the buttery white satin. He sighed gently and closed his eyes, imagining his own wedding night… in bridal panties… and his eager bridegroom…. running his hands over the front of his sweet, lace trimmed panties….. causing his penis to thicken….. "Mmmmm," he mumbled, licking his lips. Suddenly, he opened his eyes in shock.

"Oh and what are you dreaming about now" Mrs Hamilton laughed. "Oh yes, that's much better" she purred as she felt him stiffen and swell up. Her fingers gripped him lightly and rubbed up and down his length. "There's no reason to be nervous with me is there? Besides, once Debbie's pregnant…. and I don't think that'll take long" she laughed, "you'll be seeing a lot more of me, won't you?"

He looked puzzled as she went on to explain. "Once a girl's pregnant it's quite normal for her to go right off the idea of sex, I know I did. And that's going to be a problem because you'll still be as randy as ever. Now, that's where I come in. Debbie's already asked me to help and I told her I'd be delighted. I'll be over every evening to relieve all those nasty tensions with a nice slow wank."

"What?"

"That's right. Now don't worry, Debbie will be with you to hold your hand if you feel a bit awkward, and we can even use some of her panties to make you feel more at home. Mind you, I'll be bringing some of mine along. I've got some gorgeous lingerie, very expensive. You'll die when you see it. Oh, I can just see you…."

"But… but…"

"No buts Peter. Like it or not, we can't have you chasing her round the bedroom all night when she's in that state can we sweetheart. You're going to be taken in hand my boy" she said, suddenly gripping him more firmly. "If you're feeling horny six or seven times a night, you're going to need a thorough milking every evening or we're in for trouble."

He was completely at a loss for words, and she was still rambling on as if it were no big deal.

"You know these panties are very special, Peter. I wore them for MY wedding, twenty years ago." She saw the look on his face. "That's right Peter, you're wearing MY pretty bridal panties" she giggled at his embarrassment. "I was so young and innocent in those days, just like Debbie I suppose. I remember that first night with Mr Hamilton. I was so nervous and he was so impatient… but at the same time, he was very gentle. I shouldn't really tell you this but…. the first time we did it, he took me from behind, doggy style, though I didn't know it was called that at the time of course. I was wearing my long silk bridal gown and he swept up the skirts and the petticoats, and then I remember hearing his zip and feeling all butterflies. When I felt it… all big and hard, mmm I could hardly wait. He didn't even take my panties off, just went straight up inside these wide legs" and with that she pushed her hand up inside the panties as if to demonstrate.

Peter squirmed as she found his stiff little penis again, and used her thumb and forefinger to very gently and expertly massage the glans. He was staggered. For someone who was such a prude about sex before marriage, she seemed to have no inhibitions discussing her own sex life. Nor was she bothered about touching him in the most intimate and sexual way.

She began to stroke up and down his length, enjoying his reaction and confident from his rolling eyes that he was in heaven. "There…. is that nice? Oh dear I hope I'm not embarrassing you sweetheart, with all this talk about sex. Well, I'll skip the rest but the point is that Debbie was conceived that night whilst I was wearing the very same panties. The ones you're wearing right now… doesn't that make you feel all nice and tingly inside? Now, you've got to promise me one thing Peter. On your wedding night, you've got to make sure Debbie's wearing these panties for her first time. Promise me now. I want her to enjoy her first cock, wearing these panties, just as I did. With a bit of luck, she'll conceive on her wedding night or maybe the honeymoon, wearing the very same panties. Can you see to that?" and he nodded compliantly. "Good, she smiled" and looked down at his angelic little face, blushing profusely as she fisted his manhood.

At the same time, he was staring at her breasts, wondering what would happen if he tugged at that little ribbon bow. She smiled. It was as if she was reading his mind, and pulled it apart. He let out a sharp intake of breath. He was right. The bow wasn't simply a decoration and her huge breasts spilled out of her lacy nightie right in front of his face, wobbling gently before his eyes. "Is that better sweetheart? You were dying to see them weren't you? Debbie and I have the same bust size so you can see what a treat you're in for." He didn't have to do anything. She was completely in charge now. She leaned over him and let her breasts brush across his face. She felt his tongue reaching out and she stopped to let him lick all round her large sensitive nipples. They were aching for attention and immediately responded by swelling up like little bullets. "Oooh Peter, that's very good. Are you sure you're still a virgin?" she asked. "You know, Mr Hamilton and I used to have such wonderful sex but since his operation last year…. well, let's just say it's not quite the same now."

"Ooooh Mrs Hamilton" he groaned as she momentarily stopped working on his penis. She knew he was close to an orgasm.

"What is it Peter?" she teased.

"Please…. don't stop…. please."

She smiled and started again, bringing him back to the boil, before stopping.

It was sheer torture for him. "Oh please, don't do that" he begged.

But she knew exactly what she was doing, repeatedly teasing him to the brink of orgasm then abruptly stopping, leaving him is a state of distress and frustration.

"Mrs Hamilton, please… finish me off for God's sake."

"Ask me politely then. Say… please wank me nicely Mrs Hamilton. Well, go on."

"Er…. Please…. Please …."

"Go on, say it."

"Er… please wank me Mrs Hamilton."

"Better. But I didn't hear you properly. Try again."

"Please Mrs Hamilton, please wank me nicely."

"Better but not quite. Say… please wank me nicely whilst I'm wearing your pretty bridal panties Mrs Hamilton, and loud enough that I can hear you properly this time."

He cleared his throat and in a loud voice said "please wank me nicely…. while I wear your pretty bridal panties Mrs Hamilton" he repeated.

"Ssssssssh. For goodness sake, these walls are so thin. You don't want Debbie to know what you're doing do you?" and she pushed a nipple back into his mouth to shut him up. "Mmmm, that's a good boy" she said, gripping his cock tightly and pulling up and down as hard as she could. "Cum into mummy's pretty panties….. that's right….. ooooh lovely."

She watched with satisfaction while he spurted away, completely soaking the panties until he eventually stopped shaking. His penis was now soft, shrivelled, and motionless.

"There, all done" she said breathlessly. "Now then. You may be a little small down here, but there are other ways you can pleasure a lady you know. Here I'll show you" and she climbed onto the bed and sat astride his chest. The nightie rode up, allowing him to look up her legs. Unfortunately it was too dark for him to make anything out but he already knew she was naked underneath because he could feel her, all warm and sticky on his tummy. She smiled and eased the hem a little higher, and edged along until she was kneeling on the pillow, gently gripping his face between her thighs. "See anything you like, Peter" she smiled, and raised herself up so he was staring at her pussy directly above.

She spread the hem of her nightie around his head, enveloping him in the perfumed satin. "Oh, Mrs Hamilton, please… no…. please… mmmmmph.

She gently settled herself on his face and made sure her lips were firmly seated over his mouth. She lifted herself a little, allowing him to breathe, then lowered again and rubbed back and forth over his lips. She was riding his face. "Please… Mrs Hamilton….mmmph."

"Use you tongue sweetheart. That's it. Ooooh you're such a good lover" she encouraged, "you're going to be so good for my Debbie." After a few minutes she reached her own orgasm and came to a shuddering halt with her soaking pussy firmly clamped to his lips, and his tongue still working on her clitoris.

"Mmmmmm, lovely" she exclaimed dreamily. She seemed a little embarrassed as she climbed off and whilst he got his breath back she picked out a white lacy negligee from the bedside drawer. "What's that?" he looked worried.

"Ssssh. Put your arms up sweetheart. That's it." She pulled it over his head and let it float down, gently caressing his body in its fine sheen. Isn't that nice? And this way I know you won't be 'sleepwalking' into Debbie's room tonight. I think you'd find it a little hard to explain why you were wearing one of your future mother-in-law's nighties, don't you? Now you get some sleep and I'll rinse these panties out for you and you can have them back in the morning together with your pyjamas. Nighty night… sweet dreams…. and no playing with yourself" and she left the room with a broad smile on her face.

Peter was the last one down to breakfast the next day. He'd found his pyjamas and the panties in a little pile outside his room and stashed them away in his overnight bag. Rather naughtily, he'd also 'borrowed' Mrs Hamilton's white negligee in which he'd had two further accidents during the night. He'd get it washed and give it back another time… and tell her it got mixed up with his things by mistake.

He looked a bit sheepish when he saw Debbie's mother. "Sleep well Peter?" she asked.

"Er… yes fine, thanks" he replied and got stuck into a bowl of cereal.

"Everything packed?" she smiled.

"Oh…. yes" he returned her smile.

"Now remember what I said."

Peter smiled nervously as Mr Hamilton gave him a strange look, quickly finished his breakfast and told Debbie they'd have to rush to avoid the early morning traffic.

"So, what was all that about at breakfast" Debbie enquired as Peter drove them to work.

"Oh… nothing… nothing important."

"Hmmm. And where were you last night? I waited ages… fell asleep in the end" she said.

"You can blame your Mum for that. She only caught me trying to find your room didn't she? Jeez, I didn't dare make a move after that."

"Huh! What a pathetic excuse. You didn't even try. What's a matter with you, most guys can't wait to get into their girlfriend's panties. Sometimes, I really wonder about you" she said in a huff.

"Look. Remember, you're supposed to be a virgin. I could hardly be caught sneaking into your room, could I? God, it's your fault for not being honest with her in the first place" he replied angrily. "And besides, what the hell were you doing saying that I was a virgin as well?"

She laughed. "Oh I forgot about that. Hmmm, it just sort of came out I suppose. God, I never thought she'd remember that. I'd love to have seen your face," she giggled.

He was furious. "Anyway, she's given me something she wants you to wear on your wedding night."

"Oh no, not the famous silk panties" she giggled. "Apparently she was wearing them when Daddy shagged all through their wedding night, and she reckons that's when I came along. Well, you'd better make sure you do them justice, hadn't you?"

         

Chapter 7: Personnel advice

Later that day Peter was in deep thought, wondering what to do next, when Sylvia and a few of the other girls invaded his office. "What…. what's all this? he said." She asked what he'd done about stopping any more redundancies, and whether he'd spoken to Personnel about moving Debbie.

"I've written to Personnel, OK?" he sighed, looking fed up.

"And what about the other thing?"

"I'm working on it" he tried to reassure her. "Look, I'll deal with it, OK?" he added impatiently.

"Good. Oh and by the way, we've got a little present for you." Sylvia dropped a bag onto his desk. "You'll find your new lingerie in there, enough for seven days. After that, you'll need to wash it and start again. There's a matching set of panties and camisoles for each day and the panties have the days of the week sewn in, so even you should be able to get that right." The girls sniggered.

"What!"

"If there's any trouble, you'll have a bra and suspender belt to go with them, and you'll have a lot more trouble disguising that little lot" Jan added.

"NO WAY!" he exploded.

"Oh yes. It's pretty satin and lace undies from now on. You can keep your jacket on to hide the camisole but remember, we'll be watching you, pretty boy."

"Yeah, and we've got the letter and the photos all ready for Personnel in case we need them" Sylvia added with a smile. "We'll be checking every day to see what you're wearing so no cheating either. In fact, you can start right now. We'll wait here while you pop to the toilet and change into the first set."

Peter sat glued to the spot, unsure what to do.

"Go on" Sylvia urged. "We're going to wait here till you do it. It's up to you."

Reluctantly he got up, snatched the bag and left his office. They were still waiting for him when he returned. "Let's see" Sylvia said, and peeked inside his shirt. "Oh yes very nice. And what about the panties?" she asked in a mocking tone.

"I'm wearing them, for God's sake" he mumbled, lowering his long eye lashes and blushing furiously.

"Hmmm, are you sure" she asked with a smile, and nodded to the girls. They quickly grabbed his arms, allowing her to slide her hand down inside his trousers.

"Hey, get off" he protested loudly, struggling to break free.

"Oh yes" she squealed. I can feel the elastic, and some satin. Mmmm, all silky, how cute" she smiled. Reaching down a little further, her hand brushed across the front of the panties and deliberately gave him a squeeze. "Oooh, this is a bit stiff, girls. He's a bit hot and bothered down here, aren't you darling?" and they roared with laughter. "Naughty little Peter, wearing girl's panties to the office and getting a boner. Never mind, we'll leave you to enjoy them in peace, but remember to get hold of Personnel, OK?"

What a mess! He had to talk to the company about it all. If he told the truth, he was sure they'd understand. They'd support him, let him get rid of a few of the girls and everything would be OK again. At least, that's what he hoped they'd do. In truth, he wasn't so confident but he decided to approach Personnel and carefully sound them out. It was worth a try anyway.

He was in luck. A girl called Claire answered the phone. She was one of the few HR managers that he got on well with. She was also able to see him right away and he headed straight upstairs to her office. She was a year or two older than Peter. They'd started with the company at the same time and had remained friendly ever since. She suggested they sit round her coffee table in the comfy chairs. She found that when people relaxed it helped them to open up, and Peter looked so nervous he was probably going to need all the help he could get.

"Do you want to take your jacket off, you must be boiling."

"Er…. no, thanks. I'll keep it on for the moment" he replied and glanced down to check that the pale blue camisole wasn't showing.

"So, how's it going? Haven't seen you for a while" she tried breaking the ice. She quite fancied him, even if he was engaged, and she deliberately allowed her smart beige skirt to ride up as she sat down opposite.

Peter was trying to concentrate on what he was going to say, but at the same time he found himself staring at her fabulous long legs. She was sitting with her knees slightly apart and her skirt had ridden up to the point where he could clearly see a white slip with a lacy hem underneath, as well as the vee of her blue panties.

"Ahem. Yes, well, I appreciate you seeing me at short notice Claire. I need some help with a rather delicate matter and I'm not really sure what to do about it." He paused, still uneasy at telling her.

"Of course, that's what I'm here for. Well, I'll do anything I can" she reassured him.

Peter watched, fascinated by the way she casually toyed with the hem of her skirt. "It's… it's like this. One of my members of staff, a young man that is, has approached me in the strictest confidence, and told me that he's being… well…. how shall I put it…. bullied…. by some of the girls in the office. He hasn't made a formal complaint as such but I'm not sure what to do and wondered what the company would do in such a situation. I mean, would they support him, even if his story was a bit far fetched, or should I just try and get him to ignore the whole thing."

"Bullied, you say? What kind of bullying are we talking about here?"

"Well…. he says…. and I know you're going to think this is unbelievable…. I mean it sounds a bit far fetched…. that they're ganging up on him… and he says they've been.…. well.… um…. making him dress up" he laughed nervously.

"Dress up?" she sounded surprised. Peter could see that she hadn't grasped what he was trying to say.

"Yes. They're making him dress up in… in …girl's clothes.

"What? Why on earth would they do that?" she sounded bemused.

"I don't really know."

"And where does all this happen? In the office?"

"No, not in the office. Outside work, at their homes."

"Good God! Well what sort of things do they make him wear?"

"Well as I understand it… and I know this is crazy…. dresses…. um.… silky lingerie, that's kind of girl's underwear isn't it?…. nighties…. and other girly stuff… you know the sort of thing."

For once, she was completely speechless.

"I mean I know it sounds totally ridiculous but it's not like him to make this sort of thing up" Peter added.

"Making him dress up?" she repeated. "In girl's clothes? Oh p..l...e...a…s...e. Oh Peter, he's messing you about. Come on, tell me who it is."

"No… no I think he's serious. He says they're all in on it and they've threatened they'll get him fired if he tells anyone."

She put her hand to her mouth to hide her laughter. "Oh my God, I've just realised. There's only one male in your department. It's Henry, isn't it?" she said, breaking out into fits of giggles again.

Peter suddenly realised his screw-up.

"Oh I don't believe it. I've heard it all now. Oh I'm sorry Peter, it's just so funny, trying to imagine that gorgeous hunk being dressed up in lacy panties and a little dress by a bunch of girls. I wouldn't mind seeing that myself" and without realising it, she slumped even further down into the chair as she tried to contain her laughter.

With her skirt practically level with her panties, Peter sank a little lower in his own chair. He could see right up her skirt now. Even the delicate white lace edging that disappeared enticingly into her pantied crotch was on view, as well as the little white ribbon bows at the front.

"Oh Peter. I am sorry, really" she tried to control herself. Having regained her composure, she told him it would be unwise to pursue it any further. "You know we're about to make another twenty-five per cent of the staff redundant. We simply don't have time to mess about looking at stuff like this. You've got a good future here Peter, and if you play your cards right you'll go far. My advice is to get rid of him at the next opportunity. You'll need to lose four or five in your department anyway."

"I see" he said glumly.

She suddenly realised her skirt was up round her thighs and self consciously tugged the hem down again and crossed her legs, watching him follow her every move. "Tell him to lie back and think of England.… jeez I know guys who'd give their right arm for some action with the girls in your office. Listen, it'd take more than a few girls to force that young man into a dress wouldn't it? There's more to it than that. Either they've got some kind of hold over him…. or more likely, he's loving it. Don't you see? Some guys really get off, wearing dresses and pretty lingerie and making themselves look all girly. Mind you, he's the last one I'd have thought would be into that sort of thing. He probably just feels guilty and it's a cry for help. Well either that or… oh Peter, you know what? He could be sounding you out to see if you fancy him, as a girl. Hey…. maybe that's it, he wants to play dress-up with you Peter and he's checking you out" and she burst out laughing again.

"Right… right. OK I get the picture" he replied, thankful she had no idea about the camisole and panty set he was wearing,

"Mmmm, do you think you'd fancy him dressed as a girl, Peter? He might look really hot in a revealing little top, short skirt and sexy underwear" she continued.

"Yes… yes, very funny."

"Hey, we could put you in a little dress and see how he reacts couldn't we? I've got a lovely summery sheer dress that would really suit you, and we could do your hair and make-up. You'd look stunning. What do you think?" she said, collapsing into laughter again.

Peter got up to go. He felt bad enough as it was and all she was doing was making things worse.

"Oh I'm sorry" she spluttered. "Look, why don't you get your fiancée, Debbie isn't it, to have a word with him. Maybe she can find out what this is all about. Or if you like, I could have a word with him myself if you're too embarrassed…."

"No, no that's fine. Thanks, I know exactly how to handle this one now. Thanks again for your time Claire… great help" and he left as quickly as he could, her laughter still echoing around the office as he walked down the corridor.

It was after six when he got back to his office. It was deserted and he sat down quietly to reflect on what had happened. What the hell could he do? Whilst his mind wandered aimlessly, he picked up an envelope from his desk marked 'personal', and read the note inside. "Shit!" It was yet another demand. This time he was given instructions and directions to meet at Lucy's house that evening. Another embarrassing episode no doubt. He sighed, stuffed the note in his pocket, finished up his work and made his way out of the office.

   

To be continued…..

  

  

  

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