“Then where would you wear it?”“In private, of course,” I replied.“But why?” he persisted.Now, I felt my heart rate increase. Was I about ...o reveal something about myself, something private, something potentially embarrassing, to a complete stranger?“Well”, I said, “I guess I’m a bit like you. It’s not so much the girl in the underwear as the underwear itself that I find, well, attractive. Don’t get me wrong, I do like a girl or woman in feminine underwear. But I like the underwear as. I start to rub my hand across her ass, then quickly pull my hand back and give it a hard slap. I hear her start to sob, so I give her another slap making her scream. Her ass is warm to the touch as the blood rises to the surface. After a few more slaps I place my index finger at the crack of her ass and start to make my way down. I feel her shudder as I come into contact with her tight little rosebud."I think I'll start here. What do you think?" I start to lightly push against the entrance of. A very pretty blond woman was standing on the shore of a lake somewhere, in a simple white sheath, barefoot in the sand. She was smiling at the camera, holding one hand to shade her eyes. I thought I could see the outline of her body beneath the dress. This was no girl."That was Pam, four years ago," she said.All of a sudden I understood exactly what she was telling me and how much trust she was placing in me.Softly, I said, "Thank you."She said, "You've been running a little harder than you. The gusset was the same colour cream as the rest but I could make out some darker staining along the middle of it. I raised it to my nose and inhaled deeply. My blood was pumping hard through my veins and I was filled with lust. I fumbled for my cock and within a few short strokes I shot my load 2 or 3 meters across the bathroom, then crumpled in a heap on the floor licking and kissing the place where her pussy had been. Since that day I had been able to repeat that event only a couple of times.