Caught Red-Handed: Panty Boy Play I

Have you been sneaking into my lingerie drawer again? I bet you want me to catch you in the act, you naughty boy!

I bet you’d love to get your hands on my lingerie. Do you have a fantasy of being caught red-handed standing in front of my dresser with my panties in your hand? Are you holding them up to your face, or are you unzipping your pants? Or are you imagining how you will look in them?

You’re about to get caught red-handed, and you just might like it.

There are two types of panty boys that I like to play with. They both worship me as a beautiful woman in her thirties; a queen of pleasure who knows what she wants. The panties? They’re my soft, silky tool of power over you. Let’s start with the young, naive boy at my dresser – is that your fantasy? I’m your neighbor, your friend’s mom, your aunt. You’ve been sneaking peeks of my lingerie for as long as you can remember. I know it, baby, but you don’t know that I know. You’re about to get caught red-handed, and you just might like it.

You’re nineteen, visiting for the summer. You’ve always had a crush on me, and today you’ve snuck into my room to get into that prized treasure chest, my panty drawer. Holding your breath, you quietly pull it open. You gingerly run your fingers across the satin panties, different colors, pastel and bright. You imagine them caressing my thick, curvy figure. Which ones will you choose? You bypass the cotton, that’s not your style. Ah, black lace. My silky cheekers and my lace thongs that accentuate my greatest asset.

“I’ve caught you red-handed, young man. And I know it’s not your first time.”

It’s the black lace thongs that you have just held to your face and are now sliding down your pants as my voice startles you. Your cheeks turn red, but you also feel yourself grow a bit harder. “What are you doing, young man?” that sultry voice rings out. You spin around, not bothering to drop the panties. You know you’ve been found out. “Uh, um, Miss Eve, I’m so sorry I was just…” “I know what you were just. Don’t try to hide it, you’re not a little boy anymore. I’ve caught you red-handed. And I know it’s not your first time in here, either.”

You look down at the floor, but I don’t exactly sound that upset. There is a touch of playfulness in my voice. You look up and see a smirk on my face. I close the door behind me. Your heart skips a beat as my forefinger comes up into a curl and beckons you toward me. “Come here, you’ll be a good boy for me now, won’t you? You don’t want me telling anyone that I caught you playing with my panties, do you?” No, no, Miss Eve.

“I think you’ll look good with those panties in your mouth.”

“Well, let me see which ones you picked.” You hold up the black lace thongs. “Oh that’s a good choice. I think you’ll look good with those in your mouth. Do it.” You instantly follow my command. As you shove the lace into your mouth, tasting just the slightest bit of fabric softener and orange clove lotion, you fill with anticipation. You can’t believe this is happening.

“You know you wanted to be punished for peeking in my panty drawer all those years. Now you’re just barely enough man to maybe meet my needs. Do you think you can please me? Do you think you can serve me?” You nod your head and make a mumbling sound. “Get on the bed and take off your clothes.” You unbutton your shirt and trip over your feet falling onto the bed. I laugh. “You are so cute! I’ve been looking forward to this. I knew one day you’d be caught red-handed going through my things.”

I pick up my red satin bra and wrap it around your neck.

Looking up, you see me open my shirt to expose a small red satin rose on the center of my bra. “You want these gorgeous tits, don’t you baby? You can take those panties out of your mouth. Come up here and help me out of my shirt.” I sit on the bed and raise my arms while you sit up and nervously pull off my shirt. I unhook my bra and hold it out in front of me. “Take it and try not to come all over yourself,” I say, looking down at your jumpy young cock. Yes, yes, Ma’am. I hold your head to my chest, letting out a sigh as you sink into my perfect ample breasts.

“Go ahead, suck me. Suck Mama’s tits, baby. Mmm, good boy, that’s my good boy.” When I’m satisfied, I push you back down on the bed, pick up my red satin bra, and wrap it around your neck. Your eyes grow large. “Oh yes, I want to hear you gasp for breath, that’ll teach you to be snooping in my room, young man.” I kiss my way down your stomach until I get to that lovely, hard, 19-year-old virgin cock. Ever so gently I run my tongue along the underside, all the way to the tip, my eyes locked with yours. You let out a loud whimper, like a caged puppy. I know you want me so bad.

“Aren’t you glad you were caught red-handed with my panties today?” I say, as I back my ass up against your stiff cock.

Boys caught red-handed in my panty drawer won’t get to fuck me, but they can pretend. I loop the bra around your neck and hand you one end, then slip off my skirt. A pair of silky red cheeker panties highlights my favorite asset, my big round thick ass, that I now set on your thighs. Turning around and looking at you seductively, I back that ass up against your stiff cock.

“Oh sweetie, aren’t you so glad I caught you red-handed with my panties today?” I say. “Now pull.” Leaning forward, I grab onto your thighs and begin to grind against you, causing those silky panties to slide up and down. Hearing you cry out, I yell for you to pull tighter, and the moans turn into gasps and then a stifled whimper as I feel you come all over those red panties.

“Come here and take these panties off with your teeth, boy.”

“Well I guess you couldn’t help yourself, could you. Get that bra off of your neck, come here and take these panties off with your teeth, boy.” I shift forward onto my hands and knees as you awkwardly pull them off, cum dripping onto your face. “Go ahead, you can touch my ass, you’ve earned it. Sink your fingers into those cheeks, babe. I’m in a good mood.” I go down to my elbows and lay my head on the bed, presenting myself to you. “Now get your face in there. Make me scream, baby.”

Would you like to be caught red-handed going through my panties tonight? Give me a call! If you’re excited to dress up in them, we can do that too, and be sure to check out Part II of this blog next week! In the meantime, I’m here for all your role play fantasies: stepmom, hot doctor, cheating wife, let’s have some fun!

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