Delicious Delicates

A saleslady asked me if I needed any help. I nervously stuttered out "no," and beat it the heck out of there. I realized I didn't get as "excited" about wearing the panties as the day before. I figured I needed to escalate the danger level. I went home and dug through my mom's drawer and found what I was looking for, pantyhose! I stole women's clothes from my neighbor; I might as well steal them from my mom. Into the bathroom I went, and breathing hard, with my heart racing again, I began to put them on. After some frustration, I figured out how to roll them up to get them on. The feeling of the hose against my skin was electrifying. I studied myself in the mirror, with the red panties and pantyhose on; the "excitement" returned and I quickly relieved myself. Exhausted and content, I fell asleep on my bed.

I woke up to the sound of mom calling me to dinner. Once I came to my senses, I looked down at my feet and was horrified to see my feet encased in pantyhose! I completely forgot about that fact and nervously wondered if my mom looked in on me and saw them. I quickly put on a pair of socks to hide them and noticed the "excitement" was back. The thought of being discovered had pushed all the right buttons. At the table my mom asked me what I was doing in the bathroom so long. Flushed, I mumbled that I was cleaning my hands for dinner. That night in bed I relieved my "excitement" two more times. I had to relieve my "excitement" four times that day.

My buddy called the next day to see if I wanted to go mountain biking. That sounded cool to me, so I got ready. I already had my panties on, just had to put my bike shorts on. They're made of spandex and fit tightly to my body, but because of the thong panties, I didn't have to worry about panty lines. I had a great time getting adrenaline rushes from bombing down steep hills as fast as I could. The fun came to a bit of an end when my front wheel hit a rock, and I was pitched over the handlebars.