Panty Business.
“Hello, Sarah.”
“Hello. Who is this?”
I didn’t recognize the male voice.
“My name is Richard. I’m
going to make you rich.”
“Oh?” I did kind of like
the sound of that.
“Yes, Sarah, quite wealthy.
I’ll call you back soon with all the details.
Goodbye, Sarah.” With that he hung up.
The call bugged me for days. I wondered
how he got my private unlisted number. I wondered what
he was talking about with this ‘rich’ business.
He called back a week later.
“Hello, Sarah.”
“Hello, Richard. I recognize
your voice now.”
“You can call me Rich if you
like. And soon they’ll be calling you rich, Sarah.”
He laughed, rather delightfully.
“So what’s up, Rich? Tell
me what this is about.”
“Go look in your mail box, Sarah.
I’ll call you back soon.” He hung up.
I knew the mailman hadn’t come
yet but I ran out to the box anyway. Inside was a large
brown envelope with my name printed on it. I opened
it. Ten brand new crisp one hundred dollar bills. One
thousand dollars. Wow!
He called back the next day.
“Hello, Sarah. How are you?”
“I’m rich, Rich.”
I laughed. “Thank you for the money. But what
do I have to do in return? Who do I have to kill?”
I joked.
“No killing. You don’t
have to do much. Just shop. Do you like to shop, Sarah?”
“Well…yeah. Of course I do. What should
I shop for?”
“Buy some pretty panties.”
“Uh…oh.” This sounded
like it was going to get a little too weird but I decided
to play along. Richard had a nice voice. I just hoped
he wasn’t some wacko. “I…uh…I
guess I could do that.”
“Good, Sarah, very good.”
He hung up.
The next day he called again.
“Hello, Sarah. Did you buy the
pretty panties?”
“Yes, Richard, I did. You name
it, I bought it. Fruit of the Loom Fit for Me. I got
white and red in each style—briefs, hi-cut, and
bikini. Hipster Body by Victoria seamless stretch panties.
Imported Tactel microdenier nylon/Lycra spandex. I got
three colors—teal, muslim, and glacial blue. Oh,
and I bought some Esprit Hawaiiana boy shorts. Every
color they had. And I even have half the money left.”
“Good, Sarah, very good. Look
in your mail box. If you like what you see, please wear
your new pretty panties.” He hung up.
I ran out to the mail box. Another
thousand bucks. Wow!
He called back the next day.
“Hello, Sarah. Are you wearing
your pretty panties?”
“Yes, Richard, I am.”
“I would like you to masturbate
in your panties, Sarah. Then go to the mail box and
take what’s in the envelope and put your panties
in the envelope.” He hung up before I could reply.
I ran out to the mail box and got
the big brown envelope. This time there were twenty
one hundred dollar bills. Oh my, this was getting even
stranger. But in a way it kind of turned me on. Two
thousand dollars for my cummed in panties. I got out
my vibrator. But I didn’t put the envelope back
in the mail box until that evening, long after the mail
man had made his deliveries.
I looked out my bedroom for hours,
watching the mail box. But I fell asleep. The next morning
I ran out to the box as soon as I woke up. The envelope
was gone.
He called again that afternoon.
“Hello, Sarah. Thank you for
the panties. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate
this.”
“Uh…you’re welcome,
Richard.” I didn’t know what else to say.
“Sarah, I want to watch you
masturbate in your pretty panties.”
“Uh…I don’t know
about that, Richard. This is getting a little too crazy
for me.”
“Please, Sarah? All you have
to do is pop a tape in and press record.”
“No, Richard, that’s out
of the question. I could turn up on the internet and
who knows where else. I don’t know you.”
“Would you meet me then, Sarah,
so we can discuss this? In a very public place where
you’ll feel totally safe. I’m a very nice
person. You’ll like me. I’m sure of it.
And I’ll make it more than worth your while.”
I’m not exactly sure why I said
yes. His voice sounded so sincere. “Okay, Richard.
I’ll meet you tomorrow. About two in the afternoon.
At the zoo. By the elephants.”
“That would be great!”
“How will I recognize you, Richard?”
“I’ll be the guy with
the Red Sox cap. In the wheelchair.”
“Wheelchair?”
“Yes. Unfortunately, my primary
mode of transportation.” He hung up.
Richard got there first. I spotted
him immediately.
“Hello, Sarah.”
“Hello, Richard.” I offered
my hand. He took it the way a gentleman does, with his
fingers.
“I’m sorry I can’t
stand up to greet you, Sarah.”
“Yes, so I am, Richard.”
I took an immediate liking to this guy. Good looking.
I would even describe him as cute. Curly black hair
and a rather bushy moustache. These incredible green
eyes. But I couldn’t tell how tall he was.
“I know where you work, Sarah.
I work across the street. I’m an attorney with
the Davison firm. I get there early and leave late so
you probably never saw me. But I see you going in and
out from my window which faces the entrance of your
building. Sarah, you an extraordinarily beautiful young
woman.”
“Thank you, Richard.”
I think I blushed.
“Your long, lovely legs are
exquisite, Sarah. Oh my God! That pink miniskirt!”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “I
get a lot of compliments on that miniskirt. You wouldn’t
believe how I happened to acquire it.”
“I’d love to hear about
it, Sarah.”
“We’ll see, Richard.”
I certainly did not know him well enough yet to tell
him that my girlfriend, Jenny, gave me the miniskirt
and matching vest for helping her hook up with a convict.
“I’ll save you the consternation
over asking, Sarah. I’m a paraplegic. Auto accident.
I received over a million dollars in the settlement
which I have invested wisely. That and I earn plenty
as a lawyer. Not much to spend my money on. My only
living relative is my mother and she is in a nursing
home.”
“I’m so sorry, Richard.
I’ve had several tragedies in my life, too. You
just have to deal with it.”
“Yes, deal with it. I have to
deal with the fact that I am unable to have any sort
of sexual response. With my penis. It just doesn’t
work. Never will, according to all the doctors.”
“I’m so sorry, Richard.”
“But I do have erotic thoughts,
Sarah. Fantasies. That’s about all I do have.”
“Nothing wrong with that, Richard.
I have a few myself.”
“I’ll just be blunt and
come to the point, Sarah. From the moment I saw you
in that pink miniskirt I wanted to see what was under
it. Call it an extreme obsession, I guess.”
“Richard, I like you already.
Just like you said I would. I think we can be friends.
You seem totally honest and sincere. I’ll indulge
your fantasy. I’ll let you watch me masturbate.
And then you can have the panties.” I laughed
gaily. “Good thing I wore them today. Sometimes
I don’t.”
“Sarah, I can’t tell you
how much this means to me. You are such a sweetheart.
Thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome, Richard.
Your place?”
“Yes. I drive. Hand controls.
Please follow my van with your car.
“Nice place, Richard!”
“Thank you, Sarah.”
“Would you like a glass of wine
or something. To help you relax. Get in the mood.”
“No thanks, I’m fine,
Richard. I’m already in the mood. The thought
of what I’m about to do is rather…uh…stimulating.
Weird, but stimulating. I can’t wait to use my
fingers. I was ready back there at the zoo. Bet your
glad I had the willpower not to do myself in the car
and wait until I got here.” I laughed.
“Yes, I am very, very glad,
Sarah.”
I started with my blouse. Then the
bra.
“You have incredible breasts,
Sarah!”
“Would you like to touch them,
Richard?”
“Yes, I would, Sarah, very much.”
He fondled them gently and became
fascinated by the tips of my nipples as they got erect.
“You can kiss them, Richard.
Lick them. Whatever you wish. Breastfeed if you like.”
I giggled.
“Thank you, Sarah.”
After about five minutes of that I
pulled away. “I’m hot, Richard. I’m
ready.”
“You are way beyond hot, Sarah.
You are so beautiful.”
I slipped off the skirt, stockings,
and shoes. Only my panties remained. I pulled them down
far enough that he could see my pussy.
“Lovely, Sarah, just lovely.
Your little patch of hair down there is so red. Like
that on your pretty head. Would you like to sit down
while you do it.”
“No, Richard, standing is fine.
You’ll be able to see better.”
I spread my legs and bent my knees
slightly and began.
“Would you like me to tell you
how much I want to make love to you, Sarah? If only
I could?”
“Yes, please do, Richard. Please
make it romantic. Not just sex.” He did make it
romantic. Very romantic. Stimulating even.
Rolling, rolling, rolling. I placed
my thumb and forefinger of my right hand around my clit
and started off with a slow gentle roll and then gradually
picked up the pace. Then when I got really hot from
this and Richard’s story I inserted the index
and middle fingers of my left hand in my pussy and began
to thrust, simulating intercourse.
“Sarah, do you think…uh…you
could make believe that…it’s…uh…me…uh…”
“Oh, Richard,” I moaned,
“you are inside me now, my lover. We are going
to cum together…ohh…ahh. Yes, Richard, like
that. I’m…uh…ohh…ahh…so
close. Yes! Yes! Cum, Richard, cum now! Yes! Yes! Oh,
yes!” I squeezed my thighs together tightly with
my fingers still inside me as I experienced a great
orgasm. When I came I made sure I got as much juice
in the panties as possible. Then I pulled them all the
way off. “Here you go, Richard.”
“Thank you so much, Sarah. You
have made my dreams come true.”
“My pleasure, Richard. My pleasure,
indeed.” We both laughed. “You know, Richard,
I think I could come again. In fact, I’m sure
of it. Would you like to…uh…uh…”
“Perform cunnilingus?”
“Well, that’s not what
I had been thinking about. But now that you mention
it, would you like to, Richard?”
“I’d love to, Sarah. More
than you can possibly imagine. I have performed cunnilingus.
But not for years. Not since the accident. I was engaged
at the time but she broke it off. I don’t really
blame her. She wanted a family. Unfortunately, I could
not accommodate her. I hope I remember how to do it.”
“I’m sure you will, Richard.
If not, I’ll help you.” I giggled. “Now,
how do you want to do this?”
“My wheelchair goes up and down.
Please come over here, Sarah.” I did. “Sarah,
would you mind if I kissed you first?”
“No, of course not, Richard.
Can I sit on your lap? Would that hurt you or be uncomfortable?”
“No, not at all, Sarah.”
I sat in his lap and we kissed. Good
kisser. Then he began to tickle my ear with his tongue
and nibble my neck. Geez! He was driving me crazy. My
hand fell to my lap and I began to finger myself again.
“No, Sarah, let me, please.”
I did let him. I stood again. He adjusted
his wheelchair to just the right position.
“Come close, Sarah.”
I did. He put his tongue inside me.
No, Richard hadn’t forgotten. He knew exactly
what to do. But he paused momentarily just as I was
getting close.
“Sarah?”
“What, Richard? Please don’t
stop. You have me on the edge. Real close.”
“Would you talk dirty? Not like
before. Real dirty. Would you say ‘fuck me, Richard’
and stuff like that?”
“Uh…I don’t know,
Richard. I don’t like to use that word.”
“Please?”
“Oh, okay. But remember this
is the exception to the rule. That word is not in my
vocabulary. Unladylike.” I would have said anything
to get him to put his tongue back inside me.
“And you are quite the lady.
A beautiful, extraordinary, sensual, sexy…”
“Okay, Richard, okay. Fuck me,
Richard!” He began to eat me again. Really good.
But then he stopped.
“Sarah, do you mind if I turn
on my camcorder?”
“Oh go ahead. Promise this is
just for your own personal use?”
Richard nodded. At this point the
only thing I cared about was having his tongue back
inside me. He turned on the camera. And he went back
to giving me a magnificent moustache ride.
“Fuck me, Richard! Give it to
me! I want your big cock. Hard, honey! Yes, like that,
Richard. Oh, Richard. Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Oh…fuck…ahh…fuck…fuck,
fuck, fuck. Fuck!” And then I lost it. Richard
held my clit with his lips as I quivered and shivered
spasmodically. Finally I had to pull his head away.
He didn’t seem to want to let go.
“That was simply glorious, Sarah.”
“Yes, it sure was!” I
agreed.
“Do you think we could do that
again, Sarah? Do you think you can cum again?”
I nodded. “Guess what, Richard.”
“What, Sarah?”
“I can squirt.”
“Squirt?”
“Yes, I’ll show you. You’ll
have to stimulate my G-spot. I’ll teach you. It’s
best to do it just after I’ve had a clitoral orgasm.
My G-spot is easier to find then. Like now.”
“I’d love to help you
squirt, Sarah.”
“Well, let’s get started!
I explained “everything you need to know about
the G-spot” to Richard. He learned the lesson
very, very well.
He read the expression on my face.
“You really like this, don’t you, Sarah.
You love it. You’re going to squirt soon, baby.
C’mon, squirt. Squirt, squirt, squirt!”
“Ahh, Richard. This is good.
This is good. It’s going to happen real soon here.
I can tell. I feel like I have to pee. But it’s
not urine. It’s a different kind of joy juice.”
“Sarah, would you do me one
more little favor?”
“What, Richard?”
“I have fresh panties. Brand
new. Would you squirt in the panties? And in my face?”
“Okay, why not. I’ve done
just about everything else. Where are they?” He
told me. I ran and fetched the black and red panties
and put them on.
“Do my G-spot just a little
more, Richard. Then I’m sure I’ll squirt.”
He put his hands inside the panties.
“Oh yes, Richard! Yes! Fuck
me, Richard!” He didn’t have to ask me to
use that word again.
“Oh, you like that, do you?”
“Fuck me! Oh yes, Richard! Now…now…I’m…uh…fuck…fuck…fuck…”
I gushed on his hand inside me. And
then I removed his hand and slipped the panties down
slightly. “Again…fuck…again…fuck…fuck…oh
yeah…oh yeah. Yes! Yes!” I squirted right
in his face. His expression made me laugh. He looked
so happy.
I brought some of my girlfriends over
to meet Richard. They were so crazy about him. He has
a flavor of the day now. And the girls have a lot of
new lingerie. I bring Richard his box lunch on Wednesdays.
Once a month we have a big party.
We get all dolled up in our latest designer dresses
and dine at an expensive restaurant. All on Richard’s
tab of course. Then we have a wet panty contest at his
place. We girls compete to see who can get off in their
panties first. Richard has the winner for dessert.
And then one night, very late, Richard
called me.
“Sarah, you’re not going
to believe this. I made some still pictures from that
tape we did. I’m holding a picture of you in my
hand.”
“That’s nice, Richard,
but you could have waited until morning to tell me.
I was sleeping.”
“Right now I’m wearing
those black and red panties.”
“Swell. Do you mind if we talk
about this tomorrow? I’m tired.”
“But Sarah, you don’t
understand. I…uh…I am…uh…I…”
“What, Richard, what?”
“I have an erection.”
A moment of silence.
“Richard, I’ll be right
over. I mean, I do have several hundred orgasms to pay
you back for you know.”
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