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Author’s Note: This will be a series, but I’m not entirely sure how long it will be or where exactly it will go. Feedback and suggestions are welcome.
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Like most people in the 21st century I had most of my bills an important correspondence sent electronically. That didn’t mean that I didn’t get piles of mail every day in my mailbox, but merely that I usually spent about 15 minutes every day or every other day sifting through the junk mail and usually tossing it in the garbage or shredding the more sensitive ones like credit card applications.
As I got home, I pulled the typical pile of mail out of the mailbox before heading inside. Once inside I dropped my backpack on the floor next to my small desk in the corner of the living room and sat down at the desk to sort through it. All of it was the usual junk mail that must consume a forest worth of trees each year for little real use except filling up landfills. At the bottom of the pile though was a larger yellow envelope with a slight bulge in it. I picked it up and read my name and address in what was clearly a woman’s handwriting. I examined the rest of the envelope and there was no return address anywhere on it and the postmark only indicated that it was mailed from a nearby county.
I grabbed my letter opener and slowly cut the envelope open and dumped the contents onto the desk. Inside was a solid gray plastic bag and a single piece of paper. The paper had a large number 1 circled on it and the grey bag a large number 2 circled on it clearly indicating which I should examine first. I picked up the paper and read in the same feminine handwriting,
Hi Ronnie,
You don’t know me, but I know you. And I know that despite how you look to most people as being straight and narrow that you have some rather kinky fantasies locked up in that mind of yours. And it’s your lucky day baby, I’m here to help you fulfil them! It starts tomorrow morning with what’s in the bag you’ve now seen. Don’t open it until morning after you’ve taken your shower. I want it to be a surprise for you then. You’ll find more instructions in the bag tomorrow morning to follow if you want to keep the fantasy going. I look forward to hearing from you!
Kisses,
Ginger
I reread the letter several times wondering who in the world had sent it and who claimed to know so much about me. And the crazy thing is she wasn’t entirely wrong. Like any guy I did have some fantasies that would probably surprise the people I work with that I usually used the internet to get off to when needed. It had been a bit since I had had a girlfriend, so the internet was my source of sexual relief for the moment. Is that where this came from? Did my info somehow get leaked into the dark web from one of the kinky sites I had visited? Couldn’t be, I’m always careful to use a VPN when looking at things like that especially.
My eyes lingered on the sealed grey plastic bag on the desk in front of me. Part of me wanted to open it then and see where this was headed. But part of me held back. Ginger had said to open it in the morning after my shower. Maybe it was best to follow her instructions to get the best effect. Oh no! I should have known then I’d already fallen into the trap then. One of the things I liked on the kinky side was femdom. No, I didn’t want to be tied up and whipped by a woman in black leather, but the idea of a woman asserting herself with me did turn me on and my more submissive side was already coming out with this mysterious woman named Ginger.
I decided for the moment to ignore the gray bag on the desk and went about my business for the evening. I heated up a quick dinner and after that pulled out my laptop to get some things ready for work the next morning. After getting some emails sent, I sat back and tried to watch a little TV. Throughout the evening though I couldn’t help but glance over at the desk and the sealed grey bag that was still sitting there. My curiosity was making me almost antsy as I continued to wonder what was inside. Then it hit me, whoever sent this to me probably knew my curiosity would drive me crazy and that’s why she said to open it in the morning.
So, I was potentially dealing with a little minx. That idea turned me on too a bit. Another kink of mine is women teasing men, sometimes almost to the point of insanity. I have to admit I’ve gotten off to more than one porn vid of a sizzling woman manhandling (pun intended) a man’s cock and stroking, and squeezing it, and tracing it while he sits back whimpering and dying to cum often restrained. Sometimes she finishes him and other times she quits leaving him a hot whimpering mess and others she ruined it for him still leaving him a hot whimpering mess. I admit I loved them all and pulled nice loads to them all.
I slept somewhat fitfully that night waking up every couple of hours or so with my mind on the envelope that now sat on top of my dresser. As I carried it to my bedroom, I gave it a couple of squeezes to try to ascertain what was inside with no success. The only thing it told me was that whatever was inside was soft and flexible and a crinkle told me that there was another piece of paper inside, no doubt Ginger’s instructions for the contents. The final time I woke up before the alarm it was about 5:15 and even though I didn’t really need to be up for about another hour I decided enough was enough and got up. I shaved and took a quick shower as was my norm.
I walked nude into my bedroom fresh from the shower and started pulling out my clothes for the day and laying them out on the bed. As I was getting everything laid out, I remembered that Ginger had said to open the grey bag after my shower. After a night of anticipation waiting to get dressed was not an option. Leaving my clothes on the bed I moved to the dresser, grabbed the bag and quickly moved back to the bed where I tore it open and dumped the contents onto the bed. I was shocked to see a pair of frilly pink panties fall out along with a piece of paper.
My perverted mind took over and the first thing I went for was, of course, the panties and I picked them up. They were a soft pink color and made of a soft stretchy silk with white lace leg and waist bands and two white lace panels on each side of the front crotch panel. A small silk red rose completed the feminine look up front at the center of the waistband where a bow was on most pairs of panties. I turned them around to see that while they weren’t thongs the back clearly wasn’t full cut either with two silky panels meeting in the middle forming a wedge shape and a scrunched seam that was clearly designed to show off the wearer’s cheeks. I felt my cock start to harden as I examined this very sexy pair of panties. Before I ended up getting too far carried away, I set the panties down and picked up the note that accompanied them.
Hi Ronnie,
I hope you like the panties I sent you. I picked them out just for you, knowing they’ll look fantastic on you. Yes, you read that right, I got you those panties to wear. And don’t act like you don’t want to, I know you cock was stirring just looking at them. So, now that you’re cleaned up and ready to get dressed instead of slipping on those ugly tighty whities you wear go ahead and slip those panties on instead. Once you’ve got those panties on then take a selfie and post following the directions on the back. Then go on about your day wearing your sexy silky girly panties. You know you want to. Look forward to seeing you in your panties!
Kisses
Ginger
The back had a website listed that I was to post my pics to and instructions on how to do it. My heart was beating a hundred miles per hour as I reread the instructions. Wear these panties she had sent me?! Wear panties that a woman (supposedly) I only know as Ginger just sent me?! And post pics online?! This was insane!
There was no way…until my dick started thinking for me. I grabbed my personal laptop and pulled up the site she had told me to use. It looked like one of any hundred sites where people could post their explicit pics and comment on them. I created a profile with the name she had given me “Panty Ron 83” and sent her “Foxy Ginger 91” a message saying I was onboard. Surprisingly, a few seconds later a message came back from her
“You like the panties I sent?”
“Very sexy.” I replied.
“You wearing them yet?”
“Not yet”
“Well, what are you waiting for?! Slide them on, I know you’re dying to. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be here. I’m dying to see what you look like in them. Send front and back pics pls.”
Damn this whole situation was moving fast. One moment I was feeling a pair of panties and the next I’ve got a woman demanding I put them on. And what was crazier was that I was turned on by all of this. My cock hadn’t softened since I picked up the panties. I carried the laptop to the bed where I picked up the panties and slowly slid them up. I noticed two things as I got them up around my waist. One I felt the wedge seam in the back pull between my cheeks and two my cock grow to full staff. The waistband in front was just high enough to keep my erection from poking out the top but only by about a centimeter, maybe less.
I reached behind me and tried to adjust the back seem that was tugging between my cheeks. These undies clearly weren’t’ designed for men because when I tried to wrestle them out of my crack it caused the front to pull and that centimeter of room keeping my erection contained dropped and the head of my cock was exposed. I pulled the front waistband up to cover my cock and the seam in back tugged right back to where it was. I decided then to leave it was it was and live with the tugging in the back since that’s what they were designed to do anyway.
I stepped over in front of the mirror and looked at myself wearing pink panties. The stretchy silk did nothing to hide my intense arousal showing every blood vessel in my penis. I couldn’t help but reach down and give my cock a gentle stroke. It felt unreal and I nearly lost it then and there. I let go immediately not wanting to ruin my panties right after getting them on. A small spot of precum started seeping through the silk.
I quickly grabbed my phone and snapped a couple of pics in the mirror that didn’t show my face, one from the front and one from the back. I was surprised to see that for the most part the back fit me quite well with only the bottoms of my cheeks hanging out. I sent the pics to my computer and sent them to Ginger. A few seconds later I received several huge heart emojis followed by,
“Wow…so sexy! Looks like someone likes wearing women’s panties! Is that precum I see…Who’s a bad boy?!”
I felt myself going pink as I typed back, “They feel very good.” I then glanced over at the clock and knew I had to get moving if I wanted to get dressed and be able eat breakfast and get to work on time. “Got to get to work.”
A few seconds later, “I knew you’d like them…Have a good day with your panties!” Then a few seconds later, “The’d better be dry when you get home. Can’t wait to hear from you tonight. Kisses.”
I slowly got dressed in front of the mirror oddly fascinated watching my pink panties disappear underneath my slacks. A quick bagel and cup of coffee for breakfast and I was headed out the door. As I walked to my car, I felt the silk panties pressing and rubbing against my hardon that refused to shrink. “It’s going to be a long day.” I thought as I headed to work
End of Part 1
