Pantywasit drags himself into the convenience store, another day *sigh*  another GD dollar. Not really in a foul mood, just feeling in a rut, not having a lot of me time, which for this dweeb meant: Dress up in bra and panties time. 😏

Quing up in line, assessing his wait time. The average-looking middle-aged woman, handling the morning rush as quickly as she could,  with efficient movements and barking her orders. He readied his payment, a credit card, and held it in his hand, In his pocket.. And readied himself, he got the cadence of the process down. Her bark, state your needs, present payment, MOVE ON! Just like the soup “N-word” on Seinfeld, you have to fall in line and get it right!.

“NEXT,” the clerk spat annoyingly. a jolt of arousal shot through his small loins, causing him to stammer a bit.
“uh, yeah, hi ma’m um”

Her annoyed look, pursed lips, and glare were almost too much to bear. But suddenly this average middle-of-the-American woman became a thousand times sexier.  “Oh, so, um, sorry, pack of Marlboro Reds.” (throb throb) She tosses them on the counter. They slide precariously to the edge of the counter, another hair’s breadth, and they would have bounced off his stomach.

*Snap* Fukkkk. He heard and felt his credit card snap; he had been gripping it so tightly when she angrily tossed the ciggies, he thought his knees would buckle or cum in his pants! Hurriedly grabbing his wallet and another card to pay, with her disgusted sigh, and just about to bubble to boil retort “DO YOU WANT A RECEIPT?”  It was all he could do but shake his head no and get the fuck out of there!

Does It Fucking Show?

Diving into his car, heart racing, small cock annoyingly firm and leaking, how much of a pantywaist lover of humiliation am I that the annoyed clerk turned me on! He had to admit, strong bitchy women were a turn on. Just as a flash of regret passed through him, he knew he’d return hoping for more.

Co-ed Humiliation

Driving onto campus, his temporary position was challenging. There’s no such thing as tenure, and he had to safeguard his reputation, or else!  He was always careful to mind his P’s and Q’s, but the students at the college made it hard, literally and figuratively! The first day back from summer break was the worst! Co-eds were out in force with their long silky hair, too-short skirts, and those damned smirks! He kept his head down, eyes forward as he made his way to the office.

His attempt to be invisible and escape any smirks or improper ogling led him to the entrance, where a few of his former students stood chatting. When they saw him walking up, the conversation stopped, and they turned to focus their smirks on him. He sheepishly nodded as he walked by and, as he barely touched the handle on the door, heard them bust out in giggles. Turning quickly, one of the ladies quickly hid what she had done, but he got a glimpse of the universal loser sign, as her friends smirked on. (Throb)

Built Up Stress Isn’t Good For Anyone

He managed to get through his day; his little wiggler was currently on break from tormenting him, reminding him how long it’s been since a pair of sweet, silky panties had been wrapped around his hips. The tension in his body was palpable. Get home, toss back a cold one, and chill till his S.O. arrives to cook dinner. But just as he fired up the car, his phone “dinged.” The old lady touched base, she’ll be late!

Panty Shopping

Realizing he had some unexpected alone time, what better way to spend some time than to zip over to the town just above! He needed his anonymity and needed some stress relief. Now, for a real man, that might mean a happy ending massage parlor! But he learned his lesson on that as well. It was always so humiliating. Always a giggle and an “oh my”  or “does it grow?” How humiliating to show a woman how to use just their finger tips, because her small, soft fist was just TOO large! Even the most reasonable of “strokes” it would fall out, often! Of course, the ladies were USED to a “slide,” even a little “slide,” but no woman ever finger pumped off a mushroom, and it shows.

No, pantywaist had something else in mind. His first shopping trip! Since moving here last year, he refrained from dressing or shopping until he got the lay of the land. During summer break, he found a fantastic lingerie shop about 30 miles away, nearer to a community college, and so far, he’s not seen anyone from his neck of the woods around. He took the summer to check out traffic, get familiar with the store, when it was busy when it wasn’t. He felt like a dweeb sometimes, “Stalking a store,” but he had a compulsion, a calling, and had to take extreme precautions not to be discovered!

He headed right for Ms Lola’s Brassieres. Taouted as a storehouse of every kind and size of bra and panties, assembled under one roof, Pantywaist knew he had found his spot! Their catch phrase was “we got  you, girl, any size and style.” Today was his first trip to go inside and hopefully buy something!

Body And Brain Buzzing

Walking through the threshold, his eyes glimmered as he wondrously gazed upon the walls and racks of his kryptonite. He felt goosebumps rise on his neck and swirl down his arm. Not wanting to draw attention, he casually made a quick left just inside the door, a move he had planned. They had a sleep shop at the front, with a few sexy nighties, practical and even fun fuzzy robes in gift sets. Safe place for a guy to be in a store like this, easier to pretend you are shopping for a new robe for your lady vs panties for himself!

The soft, feminine scent that drifted in the air just made him yearn even more. A Mature lady, perhaps in her mid-40s, comes to help, and for whatever reason, her tone, her soft smile disarmed him and calmed him.

Explaining he was “shopping for a friend”, the story he had rehearsed a thousand times. His friend was down on her luck but wouldn’t take “charity,” he figured if he gave her some basics, like panties, her as a Christmas gift, she couldn’t refuse, right?

The kind woman agreed and showed him where the panties were.  Calmly walking him through the various tables and prices, a ding ding was heard

Looking up, two young ladies, early 20s, came in and made it beeline for the opposite side of the store. He returned to his shopping and once he had picked out his, um, the panties, not really paying attention, just grabbing the right size as his heart and cock both pounded, he headed to the checkout.

Muffled laughter that didn’t stop finally made him turn, as he grabbed his bag from the counter, saw the amusement, and it was him.

Home Sweet Cuckold Home

Arriving home, so worked up, panties at the ready, checked his text, he’ll have at least 2 hours alone with his prizes. Mr Jones played with his panties and his little penis. It fit perfectly and stayed snug in his panties, masturbated like the pantywaist dweeb he was.

Meanwhile, Pantywaist’s lady love is in an All-Hands deposition review that has turned out to be a strategic fit. They were able to penetrate a new strategy, laying the groundwork for further drilling down into the data in the future.😈

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