I spent the night at one of my girlfriend’s house a few nights ago. But, when I got ready to do my laundry, I found an unfamiliar pair of panties in my dirty clothes. I went ahead and washed them, thinking they belonged to my girlfriend; but, as I sat there, I couldn’t shake the feeling that they were a little bigger than her normal size and not exactly her taste. She generally wore lacey panties or a thong; but, these were satin and more like briefs. I just couldn’t imagine her wearing “granny panties” like these.
I stopped by her house and her father answered the door; he told me that she wasn’t there. He noticed the confusion on my face and asked me to come in. He was really attractive and since I didn’t really have anywhere to be, I went in. He offered me a glass of wine and I accepted; then, he inquired about the puzzled look on my face. I told him it was nothing and then produced the pair of panties. The shock on his face was apparent; and, then, a blush spread across his cheeks. “How did you get those?” he stammered. He kept talking, words rushing out of his mouth.
“What?!” I exclaimed, thinking that I misheard him. The panties were his, not his daughter’s. I asked him if he was gay, but he denied it. He explained that he just liked the way that panties felt; and, it kind of made sense. I mean, I wouldn’t want all of my junk crammed into one compartment. He came and sat beside me, taking the panties from me and gently, before I knew what was happening, he began kissing me.
It felt good, so why stop it? I kissed him back and he peeled my clothes off. Yeah, he certainly wasn’t gay! His cock slid inside my cunt and we fucked right there on the couch, his mouth on my nipples. I came hard all over his cock. He kissed my cheek and we re-dressed. I almost put on his panties but laughed and returned them to him again. I learned a few things that day, including that men who wear panties aren’t gay…and I like older men!