Her Fetish Left a Lasting Impact

When we were in college J had a job at the local mall in a lingerie shop. Anything that got returned or identified as damaged through the week would be set aside, and the person that closed up on Friday night would inventory the returns, account for them in the book, mark them as disposed of, and then put them in a large box in the staff room. The rule was that after they had been marked as “Disposed of” the girls could take what they wanted. Often times the issues were things like small rips, or missing clasps, that could be easily fixed. Because J was fairly handy with the sewing machine, she had an endless supply of lingerie.

J worked the last shift on Fridays. Most weeks I would show up about a half an hour before closing and hang out with her while she finished up so that she didn’t have to walk to her car alone. We’d then usually head back to her place.

One Friday a woman came up to the counter just before closing and handed over a light blue, see through baby doll with a matching set of see through thong panties. The set had obviously gotten caught in a machine during production and had a grease stain on the strap. The woman then proceeded to buy a couple of things and then head off.

J closed up shop and started to inventory the items for disposal.

“Hey… blue is your favorite color… “ she said holding up the set.

“Yeh… but that’s a little over dressed for my taste.” I laughed. She knew I liked her in lingerie that was as skimpy, and slutty, aspossible.

J gave me this look that she gets when she is extremely turned on. “umm….” She blushed a little… “I uhhhhh”

“What?” I asked. “Spill it.” I laughed. 

“I really want to see you in this!”

We talked a little bit, and she admitted that she really had this fetish to see me in lingerie. A couple of weeks before a couple had been in shopping. She had seen the woman holding some items up to the guy discretely to see if they would fit. She had been thinking about it ever since, and this had built up in her mind.

After she was done with work, she grabbed the set and led me by the hand to the dressing rooms. Once in there she stripped off my t-shirt and jeans. I was wearing tight jeans, so I was not wearing any underwear. She then handed me the babydoll. It was designed to be a “loose” fit, so I was able to wiggle my way into it, just barely. She then sat down on the bench and held the panties for me so that I could step into them. She pulled them up over my hips, again having to wiggle a bit to get them in place without ripping them. My cock was semi hard, so it took her quite a bit of effort to get me tucked into place, and not popping out.

Afterwards she stood and admired her handywork. I could tell by the look that she was extremely turned on. Her legs were twitching. She stood up and walked around, running her hands over my smooth chest, down my stomach, gliding her fingers over the fabric that my cock threatened to burst.

After a bit she sat back down on the bench, hiked up her skirt, and started rubbing herself through her panties. Here eyes were locked on me the whole time. As she got closer she asked me to take off the babydoll, which I did. She was rubbing herself hard and fast, looking at my thinly covered cock that was clearly leaving wet spots on the panties, licking her lips. Finally, her head rolled back and she let out a whimper as she had her orgasm.

“Sit down” she said to me, directing me to the bench. As I did she dropped to her knees, fished my cock out of the panties and proceeded to stroke me off. Long and slow strokes that were agonizing. It seemed to take forever but as I finally got to the point of orgasm, she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, and stroked every last drop into her mouth swallowing. Then carefully tucking my cock back into the panties as it softened.

She told me to put my clothes on over the lingerie, and meet her back at her apartment, which I did. Upon entering I found her on the couch, bent over the arm, ass in the air. “Please…. Fuck my ass while you wear the panties.” She begged me.

Who was I to refuse?

Turns out pretty much every time that She had me wear lingerie, we ended up having hot anal sex. As a result… I quickly learned to love wearing lingerie. J is long since out of the picture, but to this day the idea of wearing panties gets me extremely horny.