Dormitory Fire Drill

Remembering Beverly's admonition not to soil the panties, Les waited extra long to drain the last drops and then shook his penis. He saw his panties up close for the first time. They weren't pink, but they certainly were extremely feminine. They were a sheer nylon type material in a subtle white and green floral pattern. There was a little flower at the waist and lace trim at the high cut, leg openings. Beverly had been wrong earlier. They were way more than 'just underwear'. They were sexy and erotic. He remembered the first time he had removed them from Beverly. The thought gave him a pleasant shiver.

He stood and pulled them up his thighs. He had to admit the feeling was different and exciting. The erotic touch on his skin and the memory association of Beverly filling them out in all her glory stirred him. Standing there in the sleek and girlish nightgown with her panties tight around his penis, he caught a scent of Beverly from her clothes. He looked around to confirm he was completely out of site then closed his eyes and thought about the great sex they had just consummated hours earlier. Les smoothed the panties across his butt and couldn't resist gently stroking his penis. The girlish fabric was like an aphrodisiac.

His hands continued to roam and fantasies jumped unbidden into his mind. A cool breeze swept up his legs and cooled his bare thighs shaking him back to reality. With difficulty, he remembered the precarious situation and got control of his emotions. If he didn't get his semi-erect penis tucked between his legs now he wouldn't be able to. He wasn't sure what the next plan was, but a most unladylike erection bulging from his nightie certainly wouldn't help.