A Secret Fetish Chapter 1

Suddenly, his problem had become my problem!

At home I straightened out the furniture, put in an order for pizza at eight o'clock, and then showered.

What to wear after the shower? I looked through my panty drawer, wondering if he was doing the same thing. Did he have a panty drawer, and what was in that drawer?

I shook my head to clear away such thoughts and picked a black French-cut stretch panty, the sexiest thing in my panty drawer, and a bra to match.I'd never worn that bra before, after buying it on impulse. It's more risqué than my usual style, with a cutout that shows my nipples.

He was on time. Steve was wearing a nice suit and carrying a bouquet of flowers.

"For you, " he said.

"That's sweet of you, " I said and kissed his cheek. He stepped back from the kiss, as if wondering what the deal was.

I wanted to see him in panties, but not until later that evening.

So, I just smiled at him, as if greeting a male visitor who wears panties is my usual behavior.

We made polite small talk before the pizza arrived. I was dying to see him in panties, but figured it was too soon for that.

Finally, after we'd finished the pizza and he was sipping wine with me, I figured he was ready to show me what I wanted most to see: his panties.

I tried to sound very matter-of-fact when I popped the question.

"Steve, are you wearing panties tonight?"

He gulped, then answered, "Yeah, I am."

"Will you show them to me?"

"Uh..I'm embarrassed, Miss Longwood."

"Call me Pat, Steve. Can you do that?"

"I guess so...Pat. I haven't shown them to anyone else."

I hesitated, then decided to tell him what I'd been thinking of since he first mentioned that he wore panties, "Steve, show me your panties! I'm a professional and can help you get over being embarrassed."

He hesitated, then stood and looked at me, as if he needed more guidance.

"Do it!" I said, in my strongest voice. "Don't keep me waiting, Steve!"