Here’s Part 1 of this story that you might have missed. My neighbor Bill, (a rumored sissy), is about to get caught wearing panties!
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Bill relented and walked through my entryway, carefully placing my box by the stairs. He looked nervous to be inside, and I smiled to myself.
‘Scott….?’, he asked, glancing around the corner at the sound of the television and hoping to see my husband there.
”Oh, Scott’s in Chicago again, left yesterday. It’s just me here.’ I poured a glass of wine I had never offered aloud. He took the glass, almost unwillingly but too polite to be rude.
Panty boy discovered….
‘Sit, Bill. You’re making things awkward’, I laughed out loud. He bent and eased onto the sofa, but was unprepared for the bounce in the back cushion. He wobbled, and his wine spilled down the front of his khakis. He gasped and so did I, both of us fumbling our hands and reflexes, too late to stop the spill.
Instantly, I placed my wineglass on the coffee table and surveyed the damage. My dark sofa showed very little marking and there was nothing on the carpet. Sadly, Bill’s khakis had taken the spill quite badly, and showed a dark red splotch like Gorbachev’s birthmark, but larger.
‘You’re going to need to soak those, and the faster, the better. Take them off and I’ll help you.’
‘Oh, no. I should really be going,’ Bill said, embarrassed. ‘I shouldn’t have stayed so long and made a mess.’
Always do what Mistress says….
‘Bill, just take your pants off. That stain will be a bitch unless you get to it fast. You’ll wear something of Scott’s. Pants off. Now, please.’
At my command, Bill snapped to attention. He rose, unbuttoned and hooked his fingers in the waistband, pulling downward. I saw a flash of frilly pink, and I gave an unexpected chuckle.
‘Bill, are you wearing panties?’, I said, still laughing. His cheeks were beets, and he handed me the stained khakis.
‘It was always private until now’, he said softly. He sat back on the couch as I took his pants to the sink in the utility room and began stain treatment. I then climbed the stairs and opened a drawer from the dresser in my room, quickly retrieving a pair of Scott’s sweatpants. I then walked back downstairs to the couch and handed them to Bill.
‘So the rumors are true after all’, I said, smiling at Bill.
‘Are you going to tell, Amber?’, Bill’s eyes looked scared.
I have all kinds of friends, hon. Your secret is safe with me’, I assured him. ‘But we should totally go shopping sometime! You’ll be my little doll!’
Bill sighed. ‘I did that for years for Janice!’, he said.
‘You’ll like it this time’, I smiled and patted his smooth, shaved leg. ‘I promise’.
