Misc. Erotica Compilation of English stories (Collected)

[Priyanka98]

"Diane, there's something I need to tell you," I said seriously. "But I want you to promise to listen to me, to hear everything that I have to tell you. I know in fact, I'm pretty sure you will, become angry with me, though I hope not. But I need to tell you anyway, and I also want to ask for your forgiveness before I do, as you might very well never speak to me again after this."

I certainly had her attention. Diane straightened up in her chair, suddenly aware of her nudity. "Should I dress for the occasion?" she asked, still trying to keep things friendly and comfortable between us, fearful however that all that was about to change for whatever reason.

"Actually, I'd prefer it if you didn't. I like looking at you...love it in fact. But after what I'm about to tell you, chances are you'll never let me see you naked again."

There was an obvious look of concern in her eyes; Diane even crossed her hands over her breasts, covering them, though I'm not sure she'd done so consciously.

"Go on," she said expectantly though a bit more icely, waiting for me to continue. I took a deep breath and began.

"Last week, I'd arrived early at the shop as I usually do, you know, straightening up, putting things away when I noticed this guy standing outside my door, holding up a pair of panties..."

I told Diane everything. For a solid hour I kept talking, expecting her to stand up at any moment ending our relationship, not to mention my explanation, if I could even hope to try and call it that, for what I had done to her. Several times I saw her eyes widen with what could only be construed as shock; sometimes even anger. But to my complete and total surprise, she continued to sit there without speaking, without so much as uttering a single word until I had finished. When I was done, I looked at her expectantly, waiting for the anger, humiliation, to come exploding out of her in a fashion that I wasn't looking forward to seeing.

"So, you and Christy put one of these chips in every pair of panties I own, including my swimsuit?" she asked.

"Well, only about a weeks worth actually," I said, as though that would somehow make a difference. I looked at her, still trying to gage her expression, finding her unreadable, wondering when the end would finally come. When it did I sat dumbfounded, as Diane began laughing...hysterically.

"So you mean to tell me, you actually followed me into the mall, arousing me with that computer of yours activating that whatever the hell you call it chip thingy, making me as horny as I've been lately?"

"Ah huh," I said sheepishly, but more confused now than ever. Diane stood, finally uncrossing her hands from in front of her breasts, totally unaware of her nudity as she paced back and forth across my kitchen. I was still waiting for the explosion to come, sure that it was building to an even greater explosion than I'd been worried about seeing in the first place.

"So, all these feelings I've been having, all these thoughts I've been experiencing, all these orgasms I've suddenly started having, they're all because of what you did with these panties?"

I didn't dare answer. All I could do was nod my head yes.

"You beautiful naughty little bastard, you!" she said from out of the blue. You could have knocked me over with a feather at that point.

"So, how high did you take me up to?" she questioned. Flabbergasted, I could only answer her honestly.

"To level six...I think, but that was by accident, and only for a minute or so before I turned it down."

"And you said that Christy's even wearing a pair at work today?" she asked me again.

"Yes, why?" The look on her face said it all.

"Because I want you to do me a little favor," she said wickedly. "After all you owe me, as does Christy. I want you to access her panties," she giggled at the sound of that. "And give her the whole nine yards worth!" she said evilly.