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The Panty Job

... let’s have you on your back,’ she whispered. Paul did as he was told and rolled over with some clumsiness. His muscles were a little limp from the massage but his cock was now completely erect and pointed stiffly toward the ceiling. He was not at all self-conscious now, for the anticipation of what was to come had a lit a hot fire of excitement in the pit of his stomach and he felt almost light-headed with arousal. His cock, though not especially huge, made up for in length what it lacked in girth, and, just inside the puckered opening of his foreskin, the glans shone pinkly. Kaylee regarded his cock with obvious approval. ‘Very nice, Paul,’ she smiled. She paused for a moment and then slipped off her flip-flops before deftly hooking a thumb into the waistband of her panties and sliding them off. She stepped out of them but Paul barely noticed this as he was transfixed by the sight of her beautiful mound. It was perfectly bald and smooth, without the merest hint of stubble, and it thrust prominently outward from the lower curve of her tummy to form a deliciously plump little saddle between her legs. She bent quickly and retrieved the flimsy little garment. ‘Now,’ she said, ‘these little panties are not at all appropriate for a proper panty job. I’ll have to change. You have a choice though…’ She now extended her hand with the panties and allowed the material to play over the head of his cock, making him shiver at the delicious sensation. ‘I have several new pair you can ...

... choose from. All very sexy… or,’ she continued, with a tip of her head towards the hamper, ‘perhaps you might prefer something I’ve already worn, maybe?’ Paul was barely able to speak but finally managed a hoarse whisper, ‘Yes please … a worn pair would be great.’ Once again, he enjoyed the entrancing sight of Kaylee’s perfect bottom as she stepped over to the hamper and opened it. She returned with a pair of panties in each hand and stood over him. ‘These are yesterday’s,’ she said, indicating the left hand pair, ‘and the others from the day before. Let’s see which you like best.’ The first pair were a very flimsy diaphanous blue cut high for the hip. They were some sort of synthetic weave and almost completely see-through except for a softer gusset at the very underside of the crotch. She draped the pair over her palm and, crouching down slightly, gripped his cock and slid the fabric up and down, making him gasp. She then released him and switched hands. The second pair of panties were also cut high but were thicker and of an opaque off-white. The material was raised with little flowers sewn into the weave and between them surface was peppered with tiny holes that together gave the fabric a rougher feel as she gripped him again. It was a delightful sensation, to be sure, but there was something about the flimsy softness of the first pair that was more exciting and when Kaylee looked at Paul expectantly, he nodded towards the blue ones. ‘Good choice,’ Kaylee smiled. ‘The ...