panties

She traced the length of my penis with the crimson tip of her fingernail, then turned away from me. I watched her step to the large mahogany armoire and open its doors. She pulled out the center drawer and started to sift through many pairs of panties. She took out two pair. In her left hand she held a pair of dark blue silk panties that were tastefully decorated with swirls of gold. In her other hand she held a pair of maroon satin panties with gold pinstripes.

“Which do you prefer, the silk or the sateen?” she asked.

“Well, I really don’t know. They’re both so pretty.”

Madeline stepped back to me and pressed both of her panty-clad hands against my chest. With her left hand she rubbed the blue panties around my chest, and with her right hand she rubbed the maroon panties down the length of my body and around to the left cheek of my bottom. All I could do was close my eyes and sigh a deep contented breath as Madeline caressed my flesh with delightful silk and satin tenderness.

“Ahh, mon amore, I told you I would ‘elp you,” she said as she tended to my flesh.

“Yeah,” I smiled, “that…helps a lot.” I started to breath deeply. I smiled.