I idly wondered if Simon would ever consider wearing panties for me. He had the same type of body as Thick Boy in Lace, and I knew he’d look fucking amazing with bright lace or soft satin stretched across his ass, his hard cock peeking out the top and soaking the front with precum. I just wasn’t sure how to go about suggesting it.
The door clicked open, and Simon’s face appeared, a slight flush on his cheeks. I slid my phone into my pocket, a smile curling across my lips.
“You’re, um, you’re home early,” he said, trying to act casual as I slowly scanned what I could see of his body.
“It’s Friday. I normally get to escape early,” I said. “Is there a reason why your t-shirt is on inside out?”
“Oh, shit, um, no?” Simon’s face went from slightly flushed to almost beetroot, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. He was so fucking adorable when he was flustered.
“What have you been doing, Simon?” I raised my eyebrow at him. “Have you been a naughty boy? Have you been playing with all your toys again?”
Simon whimpered, biting his lip in an attempt to keep quiet.
“We have the flat to ourselves this weekend,” I said, gently putting my hand on the door.
“We do?” Simon asked, stepping back and letting me in, closing the door behind us. “Why?”
“Olivia’s housemates are away so Steve is staying there,” I said, looking around Simon’s room. I hadn’t been in here much as we tended to hook up in my room, since it was farther away from Steve’s and my bed was both bigger and comfier according to Simon.
His bedroom was neat and tidy, the double bed carefully made with a few books piled on the floor next to it, but everything else seemed to be hidden in the large built in wardrobes that filled one wall. The bedsheets were suspiciously straight, which gave me the distinct impression that he’d tidied up quickly while I was waiting, especially considering his own rumpled appearance.
“Oh.” Simon looked down at me through his long, dark lashes. “That’ll be fun.”
“For us or them?” I stepped closer to him, my fingers reaching out to toy with the hem of the navy t-shirt that clung to his shoulders, highlighting them so beautifully. I wished Simon had more slim fitting t-shirts that showed off his body.
“Both?”
“Oh, definitely,” I said, my voice dropping low as I pressed open-mouthed kisses to his throat, my fingers sliding under the waistband of his jogging bottoms. I’d expected to find warm skin or possibly the tight band of the fitted boxer briefs Simon usually wore, but what I felt under my fingers was neither of those.
“Wait,” Simon said, his body suddenly stiffening, a nervous tremor in his voice. “Shit! I can explain.”
“Oh, sweetheart, you don’t have to explain,” I whispered, trying to keep my tone soft and calm, even though my body was thrumming with excitement. I stepped back, giving Simon space, and gently cupped his chin so I could gaze into his beautiful hazel eyes. “Will you show me? Please.”
Simon swallowed audibly, almost unsure what to do with himself. “You want to see? You don’t think it’s embarrassing?”
“Yes, I do, and no, I don’t,” I replied. “I think it’s hot as fuck, and I can’t wait to see exactly what you’re hiding under there.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
Simon nodded, mumbling “Okay,” although I thought it was more for himself than for me. He took a deep breath, his fingers trembling as they reached for his waistband. Then he pushed the joggers over his thighs, revealing the most beautiful and perfect sight I’d ever seen.
Panties. Hot pink shorts to be precise, made of sheer lace that perfectly cupped his soft dick and wrapped deliciously around his hips.
Fuck. Me. Sideways.
“Holy fuck.” I reached out to run my hands across them, feeling the soft lace under my fingers. “Holy fucking fuck. Do you have any fucking idea how hot you look?”
“Maybe?” Simon said, a weak chuckle sliding from his lips.
“Fucking hell, Simon. Were you ever planning on telling me about your sexy little secret?” I slid my hand across his crotch, gently palming his dick through the lace and loving the way it twitched under my hand as Simon moaned softly.
“Maybe? I, um, haven’t really shown anyone before.”
“Thank you for showing me,” I said, drawing him in for a deep, possessive kiss, my tongue pushing into his mouth, delighting in the way he melted under my touch. I wanted him so much, and I needed to show him just how fucking sexy I thought his choice of underwear was. Especially now that he was every single one of my fantasies come to life.
It was like all my birthdays had come at once.
I wondered if he wore them often, if he wore them to work, and how many pairs he had. But those were questions for later.
“I think you deserve a reward for being so brave,” I said, nipping Simon’s lip and pulling him against me, a shiver running through me as he groaned into my mouth. “I’m going to show you exactly how sexy I think you are in your panties.”
“Please,” he said, whimpering against my lips. “Please Taylor, I need you.”
“I know you do.” I kissed him again, pouring as much desire and passion into it as possible, my fingers snaking around his hips to grab his ass, groaning as I felt the lace under my fingers.
When we broke apart,
