A Neighborly Gesture

I spun about in front of the full-length mirror, happily admiring my "new look." An entire week with my wife out of town, I mused happily. This morning's inspection of her lingerie drawers had yielded a treasure trove of dainty feminine items. Fortunately she's a big enough for me to get into her stuff without wrecking it -- if I'm careful. And with a whole week to play there was no need to rush.

At the moment I had on some kind of camisole or chemise thing, not sure what you'd call it, but it fit nicely around my chest and with those thin shoulder straps it felt very sexy. Of course I couldn't fill the bra cups, and the bottom hem barely covered my navel, but there wasn't much to be done for that. The material was exquisite; a lacy, apricot colored rayon that felt smooth and light against my skin. For panties I'd selected a pair of satin briefs that barely contained my cock and balls, but fit beautifully around my ass (which I've been told is quite nice). The color -- a pretty shade of lilac -- was in stark contrast to the apricot top. It somehow made me think of Easter.

I turned for a better view. My wife always complimented me on my ass; I wondered what she'd say if she could see how wonderful it looked when stuffed into her own panties. The mirror now revealed something a bit less feminine than my attire, and entirely too obvious. My erect cock was beginning to peek over the top of the lace waistband of the panties, a drop of pre-cum glistening wetly at the tip.

My hands, which had been dividing their time between the front of the camisole and my panty-clad ass, now slid down to take control of this development. I rubbed the shaft through the panty material until my mouth fell open and my eyelids began to flutter. A soft moan welled up from my throat and I very nearly succumbed to temptation right then, wanting nothing more than to lay down on the bed, wriggle about in my naughty underwear, and masturbate until my hand was full of hot sperm.