Excerpts From Mails to Pat About E

Y it was a pleasant weekend with E being
around. They left yesterday evening. There was little
flirting and she only had one pair of satin and one
pair of slinky stretchy purple nylon panties with her,
her others were cotton. I think that was because she
started her period when she was here so anticiapating
this I imagine she didn't want any accidents with her
silkies.

I masturbated in her black satin panties after she'd
worn them one time when she and A were both out. I was
quite fascinated by the state of these panties. There
was barely any aroma and no deposit of any kind in the
crotch so perhaps she'd only worn them briefly, (no
pun intended).

There was however a curious little "star" of creamy
white juice dried in above the crotch on the front
inside of her panties. It was as if she'd been
masturbating in them and had pushed the black satin
inside herself as she did so, I can think of no other
explanation for it. It made me very horny to think of
this and I came pretty quickly when I had them on.

I'm not normally a fan of dirty panties but if E has
been wearing them and they're still presentable I do
like to smell and taste her from them. Too much? I
don't know, I wouldn't do this for anyone else I can
think of, perhaps it's just my desire to be close to
her sex.

I found these the morning after she'd been quite
fliratatious with me as she often is and I'd been
wearing my big frilly white satin panties under my
navy blue nylon shorts all day and evening, flashing
for her and bending so she'd see the outline of the
rows of lace across my bottom as the shorts tautened
across my buttocks. (I suppose I'm just a male
exhibitionist slut for her). I like to think she'd
masturbated in her satin panties after she'd gone to
bed as it didn't seem as if they'd otherwise been
worn.

I also wore and masturbated in her purple
nylon/elastane panties a few days later by which time
she'd started her period. She didn't to my knowledge
wear these panties while she was here.

Sadly from my point of view she's re-established
contact with an ex-boyfriend while she was here using
our computer, (she doesn't have a PC at home). He's
also split from his wife in the last year or so and I
think she's hoping for something to come of their
meeting up again. I have to be happy for her and I
like to think of her having wonderful orgasmic sex
with someone, but it would be lovely if she still
keeps up her little games with me.

I'm forwarding the mails I sent to the Diapers and
Plastic Pants moderator with the attached photos of
the adult baby girls. there are some nice plastic
panties only ones amongst them which I hope you'll
enjoy. I've come to them many times.

Incidentally I'm wearing E's cream coloured M&S satin
panties under the navy nylon shorts I wore for her the
evening we were flirting and flashing. I've been
gently stroking my cock as I write about her.

I forgot to say that I saw E in just a tee shirt with
her back to me showing her lovely taut little buttocks
(no panties) the morning after I'd been masturbating
in her black satin panties. For some reason she came
out of her bedroom in just her tee-shirt that morning
and let me have a good long look at her bare bum from
the rear as she stood addressing the twins who'd been
in the room with her. Just wish I'd had a camera.

Forwarded mails to follow this

Al


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Hi Pat, I’m back again, having had some pervy, sexy
fun around E last week. When we arrived, I got the
usual kiss and lingering cuddle, “accidental” touching
and holding of hands arms etc at just about any
opportunity. On the first morning in E’s bed A and I
fucked most vigorously with the room door wide open as
seems to be becoming habitual. Afterward we dozed off
again, me with my frilly rhumba panties pulled back up
and lying on top of the bed uncovered (as we’d been
all night because it’s been so warm and sticky). No
idea if E heard us or saw me in my frillies, as she
was up by the time I roused again.

I’d a new pair of navy blue rustly polyester athletic
shorts which I wore for her when I went down to bring
A breakfast in bed and I made sure E could see the
puffiness of my frilly rhumbas quite plainly, doing my
usual bending and holding it overly long as I searched
in cupboards etc as I worked.

It’s becoming quite a ritual with us now. E didn’t
comment on my attire, just flirted a bit and took it
all in.

Next morning, when I was bringing A’s breakfast up, E
was standing in the bathroom with her back to me
brushing her teeth and wearing only a short diaphanous
cotton shift. I could see the lower half of her
buttocks clad in white sheeny panties, which looked to
be some sort of nylon but not satin. I stopped for a
few seconds to take her in as she craned around over
her shoulder to acknowledge me and burble around a
mouthful of foam.

When I’d given A her breakfast and left the room
again, there was E, innocently leaning over the stair
bannister chatting to one of the k**s below. Oh so
lovely! Her nylon panties-d****d taut little buttocks
were almost fully exposed to me, the curved seam at
the rear of her panties crotch moulding perfectly
around her plump little mound. She was so brazen and
yet so innocent at the same time. She made no effort
to cover up at all but gently wiggled her bum as she
alternated chatting to junior with gently chafing me
about having a bit of a head from the barbecue the
evening before.

The whole of her panties which were not in full view
could be seen through the little top she wore. They
were just plain nylon with no lace which was a shame.
I at length sidled slowly downstairs having been
struck rather speechless by her frank and brazen
display. As I went down she stood up giving me a
lovely view of her pretty little breasts, her
prominent nipples perking out through her thin white
shift. I’ve probably told you before that I’m not much
of a breast man but I do really love little perky tits
like E’s. I think she’s teaching me how to appreciate
their beauty and the arousal they can provoke.

During our stay she wore only spaghetti strap tops cut
very low so that her lacy bras were always easy to see
and this made me really excited. I experienced that
delicious continual aching of my groin and belly
almost the whole time we were there. For the first
time I can really remember I was like a “normal” guy,
taking every opportunity I could to savour the shape,
texture and weight of her sweet tiny titties.

I only had a couple of chances to go through her
drawers but I was very encouraged by what I found.
Firstly she’s dumped most of her thongs but still has
a couple in pale pastel colours made from in polyester
satin with the zig-zag stitching around the lacy
elastic edges which I like. If a girl must wear a
thong then for me this is the least bad sort. The
upper layers of her panties contained many nylon and
satin fripperies, so she’s clearly been wearing pretty
sexy panties a lot lately.

I also had a chance to pry deeper into the layers of
one of her lower drawers. I found a very extensive
matching set which I’d not been able to appreciate
previously. The fabric was ivory coloured nylon,
(possibly polyester), satin of a particularly fine and
glossy weave, very thin and very slippery with a
delicious tensile strength which meant that although
it was very light and fine, it maintained volume and
body in a delightfully erotic fashion. The satin had a
sweet pattern of pretty, very tiny roses embossed onto
the fabric in a slightly more matt finish.

The set consisted of two bra’s, one with a longer
section beneath the cups in a sort of bustier style.
There was a full slip and a half slip and a pair of
cami-knickers with a snap gusset. In addition there
were two suspender belts, one fairly narrow but the
other full and deep like her bustier-style bra. The
straps were elasticated and covered in ruched satin
which I love to see adorning these garments, it makes
such a difference.

All of the above were edged with gorgeous same
ivory-coloured lace in quite broad ruffled strips, the
bras and suspenders had extra lacy panels and rows of
lace stitched onto the body of the undies. The thought
of these beneath my fingers as they adorn E’s body is
sublime

And lastly the panties……., oh my, her sweet, sweet
panties. She had a pair of French knickers, a pair of
bikini panties and a pair of tanga panties all in the
same fabric and style all laid together. The elastic
in the tangas and bikinis was very thin and although
it was very stretchy it had considerable elastic
tension within itself, so that when relaxed, it
scrunched the panties into little puff-balls. I don’t
know how they could be at the same time so gently
stretchy and delicate yet have the property of
contracting so fully.

The wide ruffled lace with which they were edged was a
pure delight to me. The effect was very, very
stimulating and I was desperate to feel them on me, to
feel my cock straining hard within their soft frilly
folds. Alas there was just not the opportunity to
savour this and I had to content myself with imagining
how E must have looked when she wore them.

There were no labels of any sort inside the undies and
in truth I believe that they’d be quite snug fitting
even on E’s pert body. My thoughts on this and the
placement of the set suggest to me that E bought them
quite some time ago before she’s curved out a bit. Ten
years ago she was very slim and waif-like and I think
she must have bought these in port somewhere when she
was crewing on one of the cruise ships on which she
sailed the Caribbean and Middle East. Some day I hope
I’ll find out.

Anyway the memory of this set of dainties will always
colour any picture I have of E.

Although I was unable to satisfy my ache to spurt my
sperm for her pretty lingerie, I again took the chance
of helping myself to a pair of her panties. The white
ones she’d been wearing on the morning she flaunted
her bottom at me as she leaned over the stair, turned
out to be a 81% nylon 19% elastane mix from Debenhams.
She must have bought a pack of these as I found three
more pairs in her top drawer and supposed she’d
probably bought tem in a pack of five.

With so many I reasoned she’d probably not miss one
pair, so I slipped one into my trouser pocket, safe in
the knowledge that my trousers would remain in the
suitcase the whole time we were there, as I’d be
wearing shorts full-time because of the temperature.

I masturbated while wearing these this morning after I
got out of the shower as I held another pair of her
nicked panties to my nose, (A had gone shopping). I’ve
been very sparing in my wearing of some of her panties
so that they retain the smell of the soap and fabric
conditioner she uses, I can always scent this when we
hug and it instantly conjures her image in my mind.

On the last morning we were there I left her a little
present pushed far down under the top sheet as though
I’d stripped them off in the night and forgotten them
again as I pushed the sheet off too. These were my
burgundy coloured Salon Rose panties of which I’m
rather fond but which although they’re the same size
as all the panties I buy, were quite snug on me. I
know that they’d be a loose and comfortable fit on E
though and I really hope that she decides to wear
them. She told me on her last visit how pretty she
found them as she was bringing a wash in for us and
sorting through the bundles to fold everything up.

As I said I’m fond of these panties. They’re in fine
stretchy translucent nylon/elastane with a lace front
panel backed by a deep pink silky lining. They’re
lovely and clingy and silky to the touch. E would feel
lovely in them I’m sure.

It was a fond farewell to E when we left, a soft
lingering kiss on the lips and a gentle touchy hug. I
held her sides lightly as we said our goodbyes and she
stroked my hand as we finally parted…………….. I love her
so much but I think she knows as I do, that we’ll
probably never be together sexually as it could very
well be disastrous for us both.

E didn’t mention to A that she’d found the panties
though when she phoned last night, I hope she’s not
annoyed with me for my cheek. She still has my frilly
bottomed Manties which I gave her with a pair of my
shorts last year and which she didn’t return with the
shorts, so perhaps now she’ll be starting a collection
of her own.

We’ll be seeing her again in a month and I’m getting
excited already.