Panties and numbers
Bringing to you today, another story written by Teo, a self proclaimed and very happy panty boy! Thanks Teo, for allowing me to share!!
It was after regular classes were over in school and Lynda and I were the only two in the room. She was leaning over my shoulder and trying to explain a complex math problem, I just didn’t get it and she was honestly trying to get me to understand. What she didn’t know was that I was intently telling myself to focus, focus, come on focus! Like all male teens with a hot chick leaning over their shoulder my hormones were roaring and winky was ready for action. I managed to switch my mind to the problem at hand, the one on the desk, not under it, still it was not enough. Lynda stepped back; I guess to think out how to get me to understand from a different angle. From her angle of view she saw something. She locked the door and was suddenly in my ear and said “panties?” I must have went fifteen shades of red darker and I quickly yanked my t-shirt down. “Too late,” she said. She loosened my belt and had her hand on my panty, caressing my ass. Her other hand, zip, and started massaging my erection and then gently, firmly started stroking me through my panty. The entire world was a roaring sound, like Niagara right in my ears, and it was intense white hot tactile overload as I imagined my panty exploding with the force of my release…“do you think you can concentrate now?” “What?” I looked around…oh yeah, math. She again led me through the stages of the math problem where I kept getting lost and I understood where I went astray. I hit the problem with a clear mind un-muddled by hormones, dastardly horrid hormones. Lynda said; “ you have it now.” and planted a kiss on my cheek. Wonderful hormones yeah! I gathered up my books. She said “let‘s go.“ She said can’t have you going home all messed up like that. She ushered us to a staff washroom, locked the door stroked me to another explosive release. “What a mess you made, clean yourself up will you.” My pants went down, my panty I washed it. Cleaned myself up. “Here.” and a dry panty was in my hand. I put it on, my pants too. “Where did–?” They were mine, yours now, enjoy.” I don’t know, I think I floated home on a cloud, I’m sure my feet didn’t carry me there I had a third battle with my hormones later that night, as usual I won.