Kenny's Tale (Read Jenny's journey 1 & 2 first), a short story by jennyslip. Date added: 2011-02-05. Times viewed: 2647.
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Please read Jenny’s Journey 1 & 2 prior to this one.
Hi, I’m Kenny, you may have seen mention of me in Jenny’s Journey 1 & 2. Jenny is my wife.
She is correct in saying that I have lost interest recently, sexually, I know it’s awful but I just don’t fancy her much while she is pregnant. She is still a lovely woman, but sex wise it’s not there for me at the moment, which is very frustrating for us both. If the truth be told, I do have a little sexual outlet at the moment and strangely it involves me dressing in lingerie and hanging around public toilets/bathrooms. This I understand is a little grubby but I think that is part of the excitement.
I used to pleasure myself years ago using undies stolen or borrowed from different relatives and girlfriends, but then I managed to stop that fetish once I met and married Jenny, it was simple, I just used her things, many of which I bought for her. But now I felt myself drawn back into dressing in lingerie for my main sexual thrill. I would never pass for a female and nor do I want to. No, my pleasure is just to feel that silky material and lace next to my skin, that gives me such a thrill. Plus the excitement of sexually arousing others when they see my undies and the thought of them fondling me, even kissing me, then actually masturbating or sucking those different hard cocks really turns me on.
I normally go on my scurrilous outings once a week. I stay latish in the office then use the toilets open to all of the building occupants to don my pretty things. Also there is an outside chance that I will meet someone from one of the other companies occupying the building and have fun without going out. I have already seen the shadow of one guy playing with himself in there, but went no further. I then slip into a nearby pub and have a quick large drink to steady my nerves and help me relax, then on to the two public toilets that I like to visit. One used to have a big glory hole, where guys would stick there cocks through to be wanked or sucked. Unfortunately that has been blocked now by the local council, but in both sets of loos there are many smaller holes drilled where occupants can observe others or show themselves. As I said, the majority of guys get really aroused when they see someone dressed in lacy undies and they usually want to share a cubicle for fun.
Anyway, I digress, it was on one such evening that I left the office, went down to the toilets on the ground floor with my little bag and started to change. I was wearing all black tonight, black lacy bra, matching panties, lace topped black stockings, lacy suspender (garter) belt and a very lacy trimmed half slip, which feels unbelievable as you slide it up over your stockings and panties. You need to be as quick as possible as there is about a four inch gap beneath the adjoining partitions. I had just finished putting my silky items on and pulled on my trousers when I heard the outer door open. I slipped my shoes on to hide my stockinged feet. The door in the next cubicle opened and closed. I sat down and stayed silent whilst my heartbeat slowed down. I glanced below the partition.
Oh my god! I would know those distinctive brogues anywhere, they belong to my boss Keith, the director of our company. Keith has a major “soft spot” for Jenny. We have been to dinner several times with Keith and his wife Cynthia, who is a lovely lady and good host but is a little bit of a lush. She is one of those” ladies that lunch” and is seldom seen without a Gin and Tonic or glass of wine in her hand. She is never falling over drunk but a little slur and a glazed look tell the story. Keith seizes every opportunity to put his arm around Jenny or give her a kiss, as does Cynthia really and Jenny can be a bit of a flirt and encourages such things.
I couldn’t breathe and my heart was racing. He shuffled his foot nearer the opening and made a sort of slow tapping with his shoe, which is a sign in these conditions that he wanted contact and was probably slowly wanking himself. He stood up and changed position, he was very close to the partition, then he dropped his trousers, then he dropped the bombshell! as a pair of lovely salmon pink panties fluttered down to his ankles. I thought I was going to pass out, I couldn’t exhale, what the hell should I do.
Then he put his hand under the partition which is the usual sign that he wants to feel me. I didn’t know whether I should run out or just kneel down and let him have his little fun and leave, I chose the latter. I dropped my trousers and knelt by the partition making it very obvious I was wearing a slip and stockings. I heard him say Oh yes! He stroked the hem of my slip and caressed my legs as much as possible under the gap. I opened my legs as much as I could and got very close to allowing his hand to reach my stocking tops and suspenders. I was so so excited but still so scared that I didn’t get an erection. Just then the outer door opened and closed and somebody entered the third cubicle. Keith , my boss immediately jumped up, dressed and left. I waited for about ten minutes, too scared to do anything. The guy in the third cubicle was still there, maybe waiting for some fun himself, it seems this place is getting popular. I steadied myself, tidied myself up and made a quiet exit out of the cubicle and straight out of the door.
Oh no! standing waiting about ten feet away by the stairway was Keith. He said I had an idea it was you, I think we had better go to my office and have a little chat don’t you? I thought about just denying everything and leaving , but instead I just traipsed back up the stairs to our floor in silence. When we got into his office he closed the door, made directly for the filing cabinet where he keeps his single malt whisky, which we all joke is for “royal visitors”, and poured massive a massive “slug” each. Bloody hell he said, this is going to be too awkward for us both in this office isn’t it. Oh Jesus I thought, I’m going to get fired.
I swigged down the scotch, almost in one and he did likewise, then topped us both up again. How long have you been dressing like that he asked? I used to dress years ago I murmured but started again recently, you know while Jenny is pregnant. How about you? I blurted out. Oh years on and off he said, I just like panties or knickers if you prefer, but I still am a giver if you see what I mean, even if I am wearing knickers. I just nodded. Does Jenny know you dress like that? Are they her things? He said with a glint in his eye, topping up the glasses again. Jenny doesn’t know, well I don’t think so, I wear some of Jenny’s and some things of my own I replied and yes these are Jenny’s I lied. The scotch was starting to calm us both I think, as he poured another. Well I suppose I may as well have a good look at what you are wearing he smirked. I stood, took off my jacket, shirt, trousers and shoes and sat back down, feeling a little embarrassed in my lingerie. What about your nice pink ones I blurted out? At which he unzipped and dropped his trousers, revealing the very lovely little pink lace panties that made his semi erection very visible.
Why do you need to wear all that stuff he asked and not just knickers? Because it feels so sensual next to my skin I replied. I stood, stepped towards him, lifted the lacey hem of my slip and just stroked it across his stomach and panties, oh my god yes he whispered, his cock growing a little larger. He poured another two drinks, I think we both needed courage now. Let me see your knickers and stockings properly he asked. I lifted up my slip and turned a slow circle as he stroked his hand across the silky back of my panties. What do you like to do he said, I love to stroke, caress, masturbate, lick and suck I responded. He was stroking himself slowly now and the head of his cock was protruding from the leg of his pretty panties. I took off my slip and stood in front of him. I slid it up under his shirt and caressed his nipples through the silk and lace, then slowly let it glide down his tummy and onto his cock. He put both hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees and put his hard hard cock against my lips. I rolled my tongue around the head a few times making it jump, until he could stand it no longer and forced himself inside my moist warm mouth. He was a little rough and I gagged a few times as he hit my throat but he didn’t care about that, he just wanted as much of his cock inside my mouth as he possibly could. I felt the head of his cock swell and go even harder as his pace quickened. I stroked the inside of his thighs and his balls with the slip that I was still clutching and that sent him immediately past the point of no return. His cock jerked three times as he shot large volumes of hot semen into my mouth, then as he withdrew I continued to lick the shaft and he fired another salvo over my cheek and neck. He stood there smirking and just wiped his glistening dripping cock backwards and forwards over my face and God I loved it.
He stepped back and tidied himself and I did likewise. God I need another drink he said and poured two more shots while we got our breath back. What are we going to do about this situation he said regaining his composure. Oh here it comes I thought, the bloody sack, my head was racing for a way out of this, I didn’t want to lose this job. I blurted out I thought that maybe once a week I could bring in something of jenny’s for you and maybe you might bring something of Cynthia’s and we could swap them for a couple of days.
His first response was that Cynthia’s lingerie collection was not too good, bigger knickers mainly. That’s good by me I replied, I love big knickers if they are silky with a little lace on. He seemed to consider this for a while, as he was pacing up and down the office floor. Would you bring in Jenny’s “fresh” knickers he asked? Do you mean unwashed from the previous night? Nodding yes. Of course I could I replied, but you know they are a little more perfumed than usual due to her releasing the odd drop of pee, in her condition. Oh perfection he cried!
After a little further contemplation he said you know there is a vacancy for an office manager in our Luton branch, how would you fancy that he asked, eyebrows arched, then you could come here every week or ten days at the end of the working day to give me a report, nobody would suspect. We can exchange our “gifts” and have a little more fun, before the cleaning staff arrive, what do you say? I say yes please. Good, I’ll have HR run up a contract and will announce the good news on Monday, after which you can shift office.
We left the office, shook hands formally, which seemed very strange after what had just happened and I staggered towards the station, having consumed far too much scotch to consider driving. I wonder if I should make a little detour past my usual toilet haunt I thought?................
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