Continue part 2.....
I got up from bed and brought a glass of wine for each of us. I pulled her to sit down on bed and gave her a glass. I clicked my glass to hers and put my left hand under her glass to bring it to her lips. We both took a sip. Our relationship was back on track but she was still quite. I understood I need to take lead for the evening and make it right again.
I switched on the TV and played a chick flick on Netflix. The movie was light and funny and I could see that her mood was improving. Tipsy after quick last two glasses of wine, I put my right hand over her shoulder and we kept watching the movie. As the movie progressed, there was the formulaic scene of the heroine with her friend against the bitchy, fashionable girls group in college. The heroine was unable to get attention of her crush. She then completely revamps her look, starts wearing short clothes and becomes the most hot thing in campus. The movie was predictable, but fun.
"If I was the guy, I will prefer her earlier looks any day over her new look. I don't know why girls think flashy clothes are hotter." I said.
"And if you were the girl?" She asked with a smile. She was back in her good mood.
"Then I will do what my female friend suggests." I answered looking into her eyes. Although the answer was lifted from story of the movie, it also was an indirect answer to our own evening today.
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I woke up thirsty and my mind was swinging hard from all the wine. I realized I was in bed with Riya, our bodies only slightly touching. My mind started rewinding yesterday evening and how we both fell asleep watching the movie.
I got up and went to pee. As I loosened the string of my salwar and took down panty, suddenly a thought came into my mind. I put the seat down and sat down to pee. Looking at the panty halfway down my legs, I started imagining how it would look if it was a more feminine one, say pink in color or with laces, or what color panty was Riya wearing currently. After coming out of bathroom I went to kitchen to have water. As I came back to the room, I had the choice to go to sofa to sleep but I didn't want to let this opportunity go. So I again lay on bed with Riya.
The clothes on my body, the feeling of peeing while sitting, the two of us locked in this tiny apartment, her body next to me on the bed.. the whole episode since last two days was all feeling very surreal. I got very horny. I wanted to extend my hand and touch her, but was afraid to do so. Not just how she would react, but also what if she complaints in office?
My mind couldn't stop having visuals of sex.. visuals of fuck.. female body.. female clothes. And the surprising thing was that sometimes the girl in the visuals would be me (like a sissy transformation tutorial, but I didn't know about it then). I wanted to fuck as much as I wanted to get fucked. I was sure it was all just too much wine ruining with my mind. I couldn't control and started touching my own body. I started playing with my breasts, groping them with the palm of my hands. I inserted my right hand through the collar of kameez and pinched my left nipple between my thumb and forefinger. My back arched, the sensation involuntarily made my body raise my chest in air to fill my palms. My left hand started wandering south, pulling the string of my pajamas and going inside my panty. I started rubbing my penis, just as a girl would rub her clitoris. No jacking like a guy masturbates but rubbing and rubbing with my thumb massaging the head occasionally, slippery with the precum. The pressure built very slowly and finally i came, raising my buttocks in air and catching only part of the ejaculation in my palms. The rest had shoot so forcefully that they smeared the panty from inside making it feel warm and wet, as if I had peed myself. This was the best orgasm of my life.
Riya moved slightly in bed. I came back to my senses realizing what I had done, as I was not paying any attention to how much movement I was making when climaxing. Did I wake her up? There was nothing that could be done now. I lay still paying attention to her breathing. There was no change in next five minutes. She must have been asleep. I carefully put one hand slowly on her abdomen and soon drifted to sleep.
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Saturday morning started with the sound of shower running in bathroom. I got up, went to kitchen and put up chai, Indian tea with milk, for cooking. While walking I realized the semen had dried inside my panties. It reminded me of yesterday night and I couldn't help but grin at the series of incidents.
When Riya came out of bathroom, the washing machine was running. She told me that she will pick the clothes and put them later for drying. It had my clothes too, which won't be dry till evening. She was wearing bohemian pants with plain black t-shirt today, looking so sexy with her loose wet hair.
I went to the bathroom to get fresh and brushed my teeth. By now tea was ready, I poured it for both of us. We were checking the count of covid cases in different countries, especially the worry about Italy. The count had started to swell in India too and we were worried how India will be able to handle it. I wanted to really make it good to Riya so I went and prepared some poha, flattened rice Indian dish, in kitchen.
"So Poha is done for breakfast. Do you want to eat it now?" I wasn't hungry but I asked her anyways. It was only nine thirty in morning.
"Wow.. dinner last night, tea in morning and breakfast now. When did you become so nice, Abhi? Oh wait! You are homeless and have no other option than to please me. I feel so good.. ha ha ha." She said with a slight tease at how she feels I am pampering her. "Let's wait for some time for breakfast."
I thought of taking a bath before breakfast. I could wear the same clothes afterwards, but the panty was crisp from dried semen. It felt rough against my groin. I was feeling shy to ask Riya for a new panty. So I found an excuse.
"I am going to take bath before breakfast then. Do you.. umm.. can you get me different clothes? I won't feel fresh wearing the same clothes after bath." I said.
"Take your bath and I will bring you something." she said.
After taking off my clothes in shower, I put the black panty in between the blue kameez and white suit. White marks of dried semen were too conspicuous against the black fabric and I didn't want Riya to find it out. Soon Riya knocked the door and inserted her hand with a bundle through half open door. It had a red kameez, beige salwar and inside was a turquoise colored panty. The panty had a ribbon knot at the front of waist band.
I must admit that I couldn't not appreciate the feeling of wearing a panty. It felt so soft and sensual against my penis and scrotum, just like a girl's hug feels to a guy's body. The fluorescent color felt so reveling and I knew, I was a convert now. There will be no going back to the boring, ugly men's underwear. Once back to my apartment, I will be ordering multiple packs of panties, wearing them everyday. I was a Pantryman now.
Salwar fit me ok but the kameez had a see through net with flowers at the front and a deep cut at cleavage. Back was also low cut with a string at the top, normally seen in party blouses. This suit (kameez is also called suit) felt so much feminine and more like party wear compared to last one. I was feeling exposed and almost half naked at top. No way I was going out wearing this in front of Riya.
"Do you have something simpler, something more of daily wear?" I called out from bathroom.
"No. These two are the only ones I have. I don't get the chance to wear them often here so don't bring them from India." she replied.
Having no other option, I quietly came out of the bathroom. I was trying to avoid her eye contact. But was it ever possible in this small room?
"Wow! Look at you, Abhi. Never thought you can look so beautiful. It fits you so nice." her excitement was obvious in her voice. "Only a few touch-ups and I can imagine you looking so gorgeous. Ready?"
"Whatever! Do we really have to do it?" I protested very feebly. I was scared to repeat yesterday's scene. I also remembered my promise to her last night. "And it feels so open, I don't think I want to wear it like this if I had an option." I added in a sad voice.
"Hey! You are wearing it only for today. Your clothes will be dry later today and you'll get to wear them tomorrow. Why not make this one occasion special?" she indicated she wasn't going to let me be. "Sit down at the mirror." she almost commanded.