The Panty Job - Sex Stories

The Panty Job

... know you are familiar with panty jobs in general but, when it comes time for the finish, would you like it better with me facing you… or facing away so I’m using my bottom?’ Paul was a little nonplussed. Both ideas sounded incredibly exciting and he experienced a little flutter of excitement in the pit of his belly. ‘Uh… maybe bottom?’ he muttered, his face reddening. Kaylee nodded. ‘Okay,’ she said, patting the head of the table. ‘Why don’t you stretch yourself out facedown?’ Paul did as he was told, placing his face into the padded hole. The frame to which the legs were attached formed a natural handhold of sorts and he gripped it on either side as Kaylee climbed up and straddled his lower back. Her pussy, only thinly covered by her tiny panties, was mere inches from him now, and that thought sent a little shiver of though his loins as Kaylee began to rub and knead his shoulders. ‘I could use some oil, if you like,’ she said, squeezing him expertly, ‘but I find the friction of just bare skin works much nicer. Just let me know if you want it though.’ Paul attempted to shake his head in the negative and his muffled reply was an unintelligible mumble. Moments later, he sighed deeply as his muscles began to relax under Kaylee’s ministrations. She worked his shoulders thoroughly and then slid down on the table a little and began to slide her hands up along both sides of his back, pressing hard like someone rolling out dough. As she moved forward on the up stroke, the inside of ...

... her thighs brushed his hips and, twice, he felt the fabric of her panties graze his buttocks. There was a sudden feeling of incipient fullness in his groin and he shifted his hips to accommodate it. Now, and perhaps a little too soon as far as Paul was concerned, Kaylee rose from the table and began to massage his legs, rubbing each in turn along the full length. Each time, she ran her hands a little farther up, and Paul unconsciously parted his thighs a little until her fingers were grazing his scrotum on each pass, teasing him deliciously and making his cock grow and stiffen to hardness. She moved to his buttocks next, kneading and spreading them apart, and a couple of times, she allowed the fingernail of one index finger to just graze his anus, making him start at the sensation. Finally, she slipped one hand down around to cup he scrotum entirely and, when involuntarily raised his hips right away from the table top, she reached all the way beneath and allowed two fingers to grip the turgid base of his shaft. ‘Well, well,’ she cooed. ‘I guess not all of you is totally relaxed. Is it, Paul?’ He gasped aloud now as she let her palm slide fully along the length of his cock, pressing it against his belly. She ran one fingertip along the underside of his head. ‘I like it when a man is uncircumcised,’ she said. ‘It’ just a little extra to have fun with…’ She giggled naughtily and Paul gasped once again as she squeezed tightly for a second or two before withdrawing her hand. ‘Okay, ...