She Caught Me In Panties

This is a letter from one of the regular readers of the blog who wanted to share his story with the readership. A big thanks goes out to him for sharing what was quite a personal moment in his life.



Well men, my biggest fear and greatest fantasy were realized over the weekend - she caught me. She caught me in panties. I suppose the only saving grace was that at least they weren't her panties.

You see, we'd just got to that stage in our relationship where you have to make that next step, but you don't want to rush things and move in. This girl is hot, and I don't want to lose her, so I gave her a key to my place. That was my first mistake.

My second was forgetting that she had the key. I had been working on Saturday morning, and I was unwinding in the afternoon with a few beers and, yeah, my favorite panties. I haven't got to the point where I wear them out much, but they're my naughty secret when I come home and relax.

So there I am, on the couch, drinking a beer and watching the game when all of a sudden there is an unearthly screeching sound. (I love you ladies, but that squealing screeching sound you make is enough to wake the dead.)

I shot up off the couch, thinking that someone had died or something, and she was standing there, keys in her hand, staring at my silky blue clad butt.

I was caught, and I knew it, so I figured I'd try to play it off casually. I said hi, walked over and gave her a kiss, and asked if she wanted a beer. I think she agreed out of shocked politeness. She's so sweet that way. It actually took her a few minutes and about half a bottle of beer to ask what I was doing.

I hate to say it, but I used a chick line, something along the lines of 'what? these old things?' Yeah, I know, lame, but it seemed to satisfy her. We watched the game, well, I watched the game, and she watched my crotch, at first with a stunned look, and then with a different agenda in mind. I think the turning point was when she reached out to touch them and commented on how lovely and smooth they felt...

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The Day I Was Caught Wearing Panties - Part Three

By Mr Panty Love

Find Part One HERE
Part Two HERE

So there I was, sitting on the edge of the bed in my white business shirt, spiffy blue tie, red panties and black lace topped hold up stockings. It was a little hard not to giggle, but not out of amusement, more out of glee. I may have giggled, I can't remember because the next thing I remember was a horrified kind of shriek and a cry of “You slut!”

My girlfriend! Not only was she home early herself, but evidently she had caught sight of my stockinged legs and mistaken me for another women bedding her man! I didn't have time to move, to hide, nothing. She came around the corner like a daemon possessed, then stopped dead when she saw me, her mouth hanging open. Whether it was shock, or surprise, or relief at finding out that I wasn't cheating on her, I don't know.

“Wh...what are you doing?” She asked the question, even though it was pretty obvious.

“Hi darling.” I said, trying to play it cool. My heart was pounding a million miles a minute, but panicking wouldn't get me anywhere, it was too late to pretend as if something else was going on, she had caught me fair and square.

She looked at me for a long moment, and a strange light came into her eye. At the time I wasn't familiar with it, though I am now. A slow smile spread over her face. “So this is what you've been up to.” She said, shaking her head with that smile on her lips.

The Day I Was Caught Wearing Panties – Part One

By Mr. PantyLove

This is the first part of a real life story from one man who likes to wear panties, and other women's lingerie.

The day my girlfriend caught me wearing panties was the day my life changed. I'd come home early from the office, pleading sickness before lunch. I wasn't feeling sick at all, not unless you count being homesick for my panty collection.

Bounding through the door, I loosened my tie, unbuckled my belt, and began kicking off my pants as I reached towards THAT drawer. Oh, it didn't look special from the outside, and even when you opened it up you'd only see some neatly folded wifebeaters. But they held a secret. I tossed them aside and unearthed my panty collection.

Back then I was starting out small, I didn't have nearly the collection of lingerie and intimates that I have today. I did have some very nice, and even some fairly expensive panties though. I treated myself to them on occasion, as a reward for slaving away at the coalface for yet another pay period.

That day I picked out a saucy red pair of silk panties. Slipping them on over my legs, I almost sighed with relief. The material was cool, smooth, heaven. I'd taken to shaving my legs already. The process itself was oddly enjoyable. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not into full cross dressing or anything like that, its just that sliding panties over smooth legs has such a different sensation to hairy ones.

I slid them all the way up and settled them snugly about my waist. They held me and caressed me like a lover, tight, but not too tight...