Chapter Seven - Something Unusual at Home

Back at home, I took off my outer clothes and had the urge to look in the mirror again. Before I even got to the mirror, feeling my lingerie sliding against me gave me a big erection. It felt very nice having my hardon cradled in my panties.

I stood in front of the mirror and gently felt my lingerie with my hands, brushing against my bra and slip, feeling the tight slickness of my pantyhose. I explored that remarkable fluttering bulge in my panties, sliding my slip up and down my slick rigidity, as I watched myself in the mirror. Oh MAN that felt GOOD! I started feeling warm all over. I realized I was going to have an orgasm, and stopped rubbing. I just stared at my reflection, spellbound. I just kept looking and looking, and suddenly lovely globs of hot white come began spurting into my silky panties. Oh, it felt SO good. There's really not any feeling in the world like that!.

I gasped with pleasure as I filled my panties with pleasure. I fell back on the bed, writhing in pleasure. I laid there for a few minutes, a pleasant buzz in my head, waves of pure delight washing back and forth through my body.

I got up and weakly smiled at my reflection with the soaking wet panties, pantyhose & slip. I took everything off, except the panties, remembering the rule. I put my nightie on and went to bed.

I awoke the next morning with an erection. I went in the bathroom, a fresh wave of perfume hitting me. I looked the panties closely - there wasn't any sign of last night's orgasm - they were perfectly clean. I took them off and smelled them. Nothing but the clean fresh smell of freshly laundered underwear - and a hint of that perfume. I took my shower, and got dressed for the office.

I was feeling great again today! My panties were a little warm and the warmth went through my whole body.Now I could identify the feeling. It was like the afterglow of my orgasm last night! It was simply phenomenal.

At work we needed to move the printing press. It was a small one, only about 400 lbs. I helped John, the warehouse guy move it. He was amazed (and so was I) when I easily lifted my half. He had the classic bodybuilders look, and I was big, but not defined at all. "Wow, you're awfully strong for a guy who wears women's underwear! I'd better be careful not to piss you off!", he joked. We both laughed, and I said "It's weird John, I thought I could help you lift this, but I figured it would really be tough! Maybe it's the women's underwear!" We laughed again, and he thanked me for helping him.

I went back to my office, deep in thought. I wondered if it could be true. Maybe my panties were somehow affecting me. I had certainly felt like a million bucks the whole time I had worn them. Aunt Frank AND his doctor had both referred to them as "Special Panties". I was amused with myself, realizing that I now thought of them as "my" panties. My attitudes WERE changing.

Things went the same for the next several days. My arousal factor increased over the next few days. I became hyper sensitive to the loving touch of my lingerie. Whenever I thought about it, I got an erection.Every night before I went to bed, I was having orgasms in my lingerie.

Continued in Chapter 8