Picked Up and Pantied
by Cindi

It was a warm summer evening in Indianapolis, and Mark had nothing to do but watch another boring game on the television. Not the most exciting thing he could think of to do. After all, baseball was not like it was before the strike. It had lost some of the flavor. There were always the movies on HBO, but he had seen them all several times now. Even listening to the radio provided the same inane chatter and over played music.

  "Mark", he said to himself, "you owe it to yourself to go out tonight, it has been a while."

   That decided, he went upstairs to his bedroom to get undressed for his shower. His athletic body moving smoothly as he bent and stretched getting out of his clothes. The fluid motions of his taut muscles rippled beneath his tanned skin. He smiled, thinking he was lucky to have a job as a paver, that allowed him to be outside all day. Even though it was hard, hot work, it paid well and kept him in shape.

   He walked to the shower, setting the temperature to a hot, steamy sauna. The shower head hissed out a pounding spray. As he stepped in, Mark breathed a sigh of relief as the hot water worked out the soreness in his limbs. All of the tension seemed to slip away with the water that flowed down the drain. He was relaxed and ready for anything the night brought him, or so he thought.

   When he got out of the shower, he shaved and dressed quickly, eager to break the boredom that had become his night life. Down to the blue 1995 Mustang parked in the drive way.  "Now where to go?" he thought to himself. He decided to go to one of the many "in" bars downtown. The traffic was heavy, but it did not seem to bother him as he tooled around the streets that led him to his destination.

   When he got to the bar, it was full of people, most of them his age, 27, and very lively. The upbeat music from a local band rang through the bar like a giant bell through the halls of a church. This was the temple of the young adults of the 90's. Looking around for a place to sit he noticed an open stool at the bar. "This looks good" he thought to himself. "From here I can see the door and watch the ladies come in and out, easier to spot a good looking potential partner for the night."

   Mark sat at the bar and ordered his drink, a Long Island iced tea, and turned his attention to the dance floor. Looking around the floor, he found that there were no woman dancing by themselves, so he turned his blue eyes to the entrance.

   He had been there only about a half of an hour, when he saw her. She was a little tall for a woman, about 5'8", with legs that didn't quit. She was wearing a red mini dress that had sequin accents at the hem and sleeves. Her long legs were incased in black nylon, with seams in the back that seemed to invite the looker to follow them up, to the mysteries hidden by the dress. Her feet were covered by red 3" heels that came to a point at the toe.

   As she walked into the room, Mark felt himself get a hot flash. Her red hair bounced as she walked across the room.  Stopping, she looked around for a place to sit, and finding none was about to leave. Mark could not let this happen, she was too perfect, too beautiful. He knew he had to have her.  Raising all of his courage, he got up and walked over to her. "Excuse me," he said to her. "Please, take my seat."

   The redhead looked up at him and smiled, "Thank you, it is refreshing to find a gentleman these days. But where would you sit then?"

   In a stammering voice, Mark replied, "I can stand, it is no big deal." Her green eyes met his blue ones. She stared at him for a second, with that grin women have and said "I know a place we can go and have a nice quiet drink and there is plenty of room to sit." Mark just nodded his head, not believing his luck. "You settle up," she said, "and I will wait for you out side." Mark replied, "OK, I won't be but a second."

   As Mark watched her leave, his eyes were drawn to the movement of her round ass and swaying hips. The cock in his pants began to stir, as his lust for this woman began to rise. He quickly paid his bill and left to catch up to her outside.

   Mark followed her back to her house, realizing on the trip that he did not even get her name. "Time enough for that", he thought to himself. The drive was not a long one, only to the north side, near the Pyramids. The night air, coming through the open window helped to calm his libido, keeping him from cumming at the mere thought of her.

   When they arrived, she took him by the hand and said "Come inside and I will fix us those drinks". Mark was entranced, he felt that he would do anything for the woman before him, and little did he know, that with that thought, he had lost himself forever.

   "By the way", she said, "my name is Sherry, you know, like the wine." With that she led him into the living room, and sat him on the sofa. "What would you like to drink?", she asked. In a halting voice he replied, "Whatever you have is fine." Sherry proceeded to pour them each a glass of Canadian Club on the rocks. As she moved to him with the drink, Mark's eyes were focused on the swaying hips, the firm thighs. It was as though he had no will of his own, the beauty of this woman had captivated him.

   "I know what you really want," she said, handing him his drink, "but you have to be a very special type of man to get it. Are you special?"

   Mark was at a loss to speak, he did not know how to respond. Stammering, he said, " yes, I think so, but I do not know what you mean."

   Sherry took a drink of the whiskey into her mouth and moved close to Mark. Her face getting closer and closer to his. She leaned over and kissed him, putting the now warm whiskey into his mouth. Mark swallowed the whiskey as though it were nectar of the god's, feeling it warm him all of the way to the pit of his stomach.

   Sherry began to undress him, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, taking her time on each button, making Mark agonize over the expectation and anticipation. She removed the shirt, and moved down to the pants, unzipping the fly with her teeth. "Stand up and remove your pants and shorts", she commanded, "I will be back in a moment."

   With that she left Mark alone in the room, his hard cock throbbing, aching to be inside her. Wanting to spread those perfect legs, to touch the moistness within. He was day dreaming about such things, and slowly stroking himself unconsciously, when Sherry returned.

   "Well I must say that I am impressed, you are quite well hung", she said. "But if you want to make love to me you must indulge my little quirks. You see, I can only make love to men in women's clothing, it is the only way I can get off."

   Mark was stunned, not knowing what was happening. After it sank in, he was ready to leave, but then he saw what she was wearing. Sherry stood before him in a pale blue babydoll, that was quite sheer. Her firm breasts shown through the fabric, and the mound of her shaven pussy drew him like iron to a magnet. He knew that he had to have this woman, no matter what the cost.

   His voice full of shame at his lack of will, he said, "If that is what I must do to have you, then that is what I will do."

   Sherry smiled a wicked smile and turned to go to the bed room. "Then follow me" she said, "and we shall make you look pretty."

   Mark followed, not knowing why, only knowing that this was somehow not right, men did not put on women's clothing, only faggots and queers did that. But he was straight, and this was a woman, not another man. Why did she insist on him doing such a perverted thing? Marks cheeks burned hotly with shame as he followed Sherry to the bedroom.

   When they got there, Mark could see laid out on the bed a pair of pink lace panties and a matching bra. There was also a garter belt and a pair of silk stockings. "Here," Sherry said pointing to the objects, "this is what you will wear tonight my pet."

   Mark was at a loss, he felt the heat of his embarrassed blush rise in his cheeks. The shame of wearing such things was heavy on his mind, but there was a fascination building as well. A curiosity that began to haunt him. Like a man in another body, he moved slowly to the feminine clothing, picking up the panties and looking at them. His shame over took him, and he began to cry, knowing that his lust had made him powerless to resist the wishes of this beautiful woman before him. Slowly, he lowered the panties, and raised a foot to put it in the opening. He knew at that point, there was no turning back, he was lost forever.

   Mark put on the panties, and then the bra, shame and humiliation filling him as he looked up and saw Sherry watching him intently. Seeing every move he made, knowing that a woman had taken his manhood an crushed it like a grape in a wine press.

   Sherry moved forward, and without a word, helped Mark with the garter belt and stockings. She slowly rolled them up his legs. The feel of the silk against his skin excited Mark in a way that he had never known before. He did not understand what was happening to him, he only knew that it felt good. He stood there looking at the woman kneeling before him, as she attached the garters, her beautiful face framed in luscious, thick hair. Her passion showing in her eyes. He knew what he was doing was sick and perverse, but he had no choice, he wanted this woman.

   "There," she said, her voice deep and sultry, "now you are properly dressed for a night with me. You look so cute, like a little sissy boy, in your lingerie." Sherry tilted her head back and laughed. Mark lowered his face and began to cry uncontrollably, fear and humiliation overwhelming him.  He had no control over his emotions, it was hopeless. The tears kept flowing down his face, and he began to gasp, as his sobs came frequently now.

  Sherry moved to him, and taking his hand, led him to the bed. "You should not cry", she said, "it is only natural that you should wish to please a lover, and if you have to do something special to please her, and are willing to do it, then the sex will be better than trying to fake it. After all, I am going to love you as no one has loved you before."

   With that, Sherry pushed him back onto his back. Laying next to him, she began to rub his nipples through the nylon bra, making them stand up with the excitement of this new feeling. Mark was amazed at the new sensitivity the nylon added. It was a though his nipples were like little pleasure buttons. Every touch sent waves of pleasure straight to his engorged cock. His panties rubbed the head of that cock with each movement he made, exciting him even more.

   Sherry moved her hand to his crotch, and took out his cock. Mark thought it would explode at hr touch, but she was an expert, she knew how to keep him from cumming too soon.  Sherry moved to where she was standing above Mark's throbbing tool, and removed her wet panties. A drop of woman juice feel to he head of Mark's dick, and he moaned.

   Slowly, Sherry lowered herself onto the hard manmeat below her. She began to undulate her hips, pumping Mark's cock, rubbing her clit on the hot flesh. They both moved in rhythm, each one in the throes of animal passion, neither caring about anything except the ultimate pleasure that would soon be theirs.

   With a passionate scream, Mark came inside the wet love tunnel of Sherry's pussy. At the next moment, Sherry came, grunting and panting, her juice mixed with Mark's dripping from her cunt.

   Sherry collapsed into Mark's arms. As they lay there, Mark thought about what Sherry had said, and he smiled. It was the best sex he had ever had, and if that meant that he had to put on girly clothes to achieve it, then so be it. He knew he had found the woman of his dreams, and he wanted nothing more than to please her.

the end