Never Make the Last Out at Third
Keywords: Never, Third, at, the, Out, Make, Last,
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I wanted to eat her sweet pussy again but Angie wanted my cock inside her. I figured this was a good time to show her I understood her problem. As I was thrusting into her I braced myself with on hand and with the other I started to rub her clit with my finger.
She started cuming very quickly and all told I think she came five or six times before I finally came inside her. Once our breathing was under control she pulled me down so we could kiss. We lay there in the spray of the shower kissing as our bodies recovered for our last coupling.
After exiting the shower we dried each other off with big fluffy towels. Seeing I didn't have my toiletries with me I used Angie's antiperspirant. It had a flowery scent to it but I really didn't have a choice in the matter. After drying and brushing out my long hair I put back into its pony tail.
As I went back into the bedroom Angie was putting on a pair of black satin and lace panties and a matching camisole top. I picked up my sweater and my tee shirt and asked. "Do you know what happen to my pants?"
"Oh I think they're still out in my car. Your not planning on leaving are you?" She asked with a hint of disappointment in her voice. "I was kind of hoping you would stay the night. I thought we could take a ride tomorrow.
"Ah sure that sounds like fun. I'll go down and get my boxers to sleep in." I told her.
Before I could take a step toward the door I heard her say. "Eeew you can't possibly wear those again. You've worn them all day."
I chuckled and said, "Well it's either that or I sleep in the nude."
"We can't have that either." She told me as she started looking in her dresser draw. "Here we're about the same size you can wear this to bed tonight." In her hand she was holding something white.
When I took it from her I saw it was a pair of satin panties and a white camisole top. As I tried to give it back to her I said. "I can possibly wear this."
"Why on earth can't you?" She asked as if I was being ridiculous.
"Those are your panties and top, I can't wear girl's panties I'm a guy." I told her in almost a shout.
Angie smiled a knowing smile and said. "Of course you can. No one will ever know except me and I promise I won't tell any one." She then took the panties from me and held them out so I could step into them as she said. "Now come on and put them on, I swear they won't bite your dick off."
I knew now I should have fought harder but I also know Angie would have gotten her way. So, reluctantly as I could I stepped into the panties. She then slid them up my legs and over my hips. As the soft satin surrounded my cock and balls I noticed a slight stir in my loins. If it hadn't been for the three orgasms I had that day I might have gotten a hard on.
If Angie noticed the stir she didn't mention it as she helped me on with the camisole. Once it was on she said. "See you didn't die and you're still a man. Now come to bed I want to get an early start tomorrow.
Angie and I climbed into bed. She rested her head on my chest as I lay on my back. I could feel her hands moving over my satin covered chest and stomach for a few minutes before she said. "I guess you now know the rumor isn't true?"
"What rumor is that?" I asked, as I couldn't see where this was going.
She gave my left nipple a slight squeeze before saying, "The rumor that I'm a man-hater."
"I knew that the day I met you in the library. I knew that wasn't true at all. I didn't know until today the other rumor wasn't true either." I told her as I squeezed her shoulder.
Angie giggled and said. "You mean the one where I'm a lesbian. Well that one's only half true."
I just about jumped when she said this so I asked. "What do you mean it's half true?"
"We'll you see lover I like both sexes. I've been with girls and I've enjoyed it very much and I've been with men and with the right man like you I've enjoyed them as well. If I had to make a choice then I would chose a man that is caring and loving and not afraid to show his sensitive side." She told me as if she was telling me a secret.
My ears picked up when she said she had been with other women sexually. I mean most men are turned on by the image of two women making love. My ears also picked up on the fact that she put me in the same category of men she liked being with so I asked. "You see me as that kind of man.
"Of course I do honey. You're so sweet and kind and a very gentle lover. But you also have a few faults. Like your obsession with cloths. I mean look, you got so upset about wearing my underwear. They're nothing more than clothe to cover your private parts. They're just like yours only made with different material."
"I guess your right about that but they were made for girls. I don't want to seem like a pansy with you." I told her.
She kissed my cheek and said. "I'll never think of you as a pansy, so don't feel like you have to get all macho for me. I was attracted to you sensitive side. And to tell you the truth having you wear my panties is turning me on."
"Really, why would you be turned on by me wearing your panties?" I asked.
Before answering me she kissed me deeply and passionately. "I don't know. Maybe it has something to do with my desire for girls or because they're my panties, but I know my pussy is leaking right now and it has been since you let me put them on you."
To demonstrate she wasn't lying Angie took my hand and slid it into her panties. The instant I touched her soft folds I could see she was quite wet. When I felt for her clit, it too was hard. She also gasped when I touched it. Once I started fingering her clit and vaginal lips Angie removed her hand from her panties and her hand went to cover my cock through the panties I was wearing. I was surprised I was already hard.
She started to stroke my cock through the satin panties while I continued stroke her clit. I'm not sure who was moaning louder but it was Angie who started shaking first. She came quickly on my finger, but I didn't stop at just one. Our moans were only stifled by the short sweet kisses we shared.
I'm sure I brought Angie to three or four orgasms before I finally succumbed to my own. With Angie's help I erupted in the panties as another orgasm ripped though me. When she finally had me milked out, her hand slowed to a stop. She then pulled my head so we could kiss and I could feel the wetness of my semen on her fingers.
After we share a long deep kiss she said. "See lover wearing panties can be fun. But now you have to get cleaned up and I have to find you a new pair to wear."
After cleaning myself in the bathroom I came out to find Angie sitting on the side of the bed. In her hand she was holding a pair of yellow satin and lace panties. Where the white ones I wore early were kind of plain and with the exception they were made of satin they didn't look all that feminine. The pair she was holding screamed femininity. They were high cut and the leg openings had a small lace boarder on them. There was a lace panel in front like the pair Angie was wearing. I probable should have put my foot down and I did right into the waist band of the panties.
Once I was wearing the panties she also changed my camisole to a matching yellow one. She told me they came as a set and I should wear them as such. After blowing out all the candles we climbed back into bed and snuggled up together. A few minutes later I was sleeping peacefully.
Chapter Five
I woke up to Angie kissing my ear. It was actually a very nice way to wake. Once I was awake we went in and showered together. Unfortunately Angie was in a hurry to get on the road so we didn't do anything sexual.
To shave that morning I had to use one of her pink disposable razors and a feminine style shave gel. It had a peachy scent to it but what else could I do. I also had to use her shampoo, which had a flowery scent and her antiperspirant. I was sure by that point I smelt like a girl without the heavy scent of perfume.
For some reason I spent more time in the bathroom than Angie did. When I walked into the bedroom I saw on the bed a pair of black panties and a matching camisole plus a pair of black leather pants and a black wool turtle neck sweater. I had assumed this was for Angie but as you might have guessed it wasn't.
She came into the bedroom carrying two large mugs of coffee. She was already dressed in a one piece black leather sleeveless jumpsuit. The pants of the jumpsuit were so tight in looked like Angie had been pour into them to get them on. The top was loose enough so she could wear a wool sweater that looked like the one on bed.
She handed me one of the cups of coffee and said. "Come on and get dressed honey we're burning daylight." She gave me a light pat on my butt to hurry me along.
I guess you could say I was pretty whipped by this point, as I didn't even question putting on the panties and camisole. The sweater had a definite feminine smell to it that I later learned was a sachet that Angie kept in her draws with her clothes. The sweater was tight on me and it only came down to just below my navel. I realized this was one of the newer style sweaters all the girls were wearing. You know the type that leaves part of a girl's tummy exposed
After putting on the sweater I took the leather pants and went to put them on. That's when I noticed the zipper and the waist snap was on the side over one of the legs. I realized that the pants were woman's pants and I immediately balked at this.
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Keywords: Never, Third, at, the, Out, Make, Last,