Pink and Tuesdays…

I was in BigW recently, looking for some slippers and the only ones that might have fitted were right at the back of the rack on the bottom shelf. So on my hands and knees trying to get a pair, I realised I could not get up. Moaning quietly to myself, I suddenly saw a pair of pink rubber throngs standing next to me, with dainty pink and white flower on the straps, and ten pink painted toe nail. As I looked up the long slim legs, I was confronted by very loose opaque skirt, revealing a pair of tight pink ladies panties and a cameltoe to die for, remember, I am looking up from the floor.

The owner of the feet, pink thongs and very brief panties, asked if I needed any help. so I said, “Yes please, if I can just get to that Ottoman, sit down, then I can get an eye level view of you, that is if I don’t die in the meantime”. Laughing, she helped me up to the seat, and as I sat down, the first thing I saw, she was standing in front of me, legs apart, pulling her panties up tighter. Her cameltoe firmly wedged between her swollen lips.

“Is this a better view?”

I could have died there and then. When I managed to finally look at her face, she was grinning from ear to ear before squatting down, legs spread wide, so only I could see between them, and planted a kiss on my nose, asking.

“Would you like a taste or a closer look Daddy”?

“You will give old farts like me a heart attack, walking around showing off your almost transparent panties like that, not a lot left to the imagination is there?” I replied.

“No,” she said, “But that’s the idea, not the heart attack, although mouth to mouth might be nice. Besides, older men are more fun that boys my age and appreciate what they see a lot more”. I looked at her in amazement, my mouth hanging open.

“Yes please, I would love a look, and a taste”. I managed to say. Then she spotted the bulge between my legs, which was growing by the minute.

Her eyes grew wide open as she continued. “I know you’re not my Daddy, but we can pretend if you like”. And with that she pulled the panties even tighter. The location and position we were in, no one else could have seen what I saw, not even the store CCTV cameras. Her pussy lips were already swollen, hanging out either side if the gusset, begging to be touched.

A damp patch was spreading over the front at an alarming rate. As she pulled the wet gusset to one side, she spreading her lips wide apart for me her soft pink flesh. Her finger then slid inside, and I could see her sticky juices running out onto her thigh. What a sight, I almost shot a load in my pants and had to fight to stop myself from touching her.

“Oh my god, I can see your panties changing colour as you get wet. Wish I could taste you, your creamy offering, lick your taboo hole and taste its earthiness, then drink your golden juice”.

As her finger went deeper, she began to shudder and shake, I could see she was struggling to hold back her orgasm and the flood that was now soaking through her panties, running down her legs. “Oh God, I have to pee,” she replied with short sharp breaths, “Someone is waiting for me in the car, but I will be here again tomorrow, perhaps your wish might come true”. And with that, she stood up, laughed and went off towards the exit.

As I watched her disappear between the racks of cloths, I could see the lights glisten on the wetness running down her legs. The little vixen then looked to see if anyone was watching, put her hand down the front of her panties, put the fingers in her mouth, sucked them clean, blew me a kiss, and walked out, leaving me to wonder what had just happened.

I sat spell bound for a few moments, then getting up, I adjusted the very prominent bulge in my pants before heading for the door. As I got to the exit, a middle aged woman, checking bags, looked at me and smiled. “Enjoy that, did we?” she asked, grinning ear to ear. I tried to look blank, but then she added, “We call her Pink. Did she expose herself to you? She’s always in here chatting up older men, they all walk out with a smile and a tent in their pants, some even have a wet stain in the front, just like you have”.

I smiled at her and told her while the show was a tease, and I knew that, I preferred women a little more mature, like she was. To which she replied, “I’m Doreen and will be here every day this week, from 3 till I finish at 7, and you will find me in the men’s fitting rooms for the last hour”. Her ample bosom swelled in her blouse and her nipples tried to drill a hole through her bra as she continued, “I am sure we can find a way around the social distancing rules if we wanted to. Drop by for a personal fitting?”

Stunned at her offer, I walked out smiling, but wondering if this was really happening. As I was approaching the shopping centre sliding entrance doors, a pair of twins walked in arm in arm, both wearing oversized men’s shirts that barely covered their knees and nothing else. Walking towards me, one poked the other in the side, nodding in my direction, giggling, they stopped above of a pair of up facing spot lights in the floor, the light beam shining through their shirts, highlighting both their naked bodies.

Then as we pasted each other, one said, “We hope you manage to sort out that tent you are sporting” and went into BigW, giggling to each other. I was totally confused by this stage, first by Pink’s wet camel toe, then Doreen’s swelling and hard nipples, and now two nubile cherubs teasing me. I needed a coffee to reflect on what happened, coming to the conclusion I had been in lockdown far too long, and needed to get out more now that it was over.

I didn’t go back the next day, or the day after. Even though Pink looked legal age, who knows what might have happened, CCTV camera everywhere, even in the change rooms, sales staff, customers, I knew that was tempting fate a little too much. However, I did see the Doreen again a few weeks later while in the men’s section. She instantly recognising me, smiled, then nodded her head in the direction of the change rooms.

As soon as we were inside the booth, she closed and locked the door, undid her blouse, unhooked her bra, letting her swollen breasts fall free. Lifting them both up, she offered them to me to suck and fondle. As I suckled her swollen and hard nipples, she undid my belt, unzipped me, pulled my trousers down to the floor and took out my now leaking hard prick from the confines of my undies. Using the precum as lube, she started to give me the best hand job I have ever had. Dorren squatted down and ran her tongue over the head, making me shudder, she kept the strokes nice and even, till I started to feel myself letting go.

Moaning I was about to erupt, Doreen aimed my now throbbing prick at her face. Strand after strand covered her lips, mouth and nose, then as the last shots were being fired, she aimed me at the mirror and my cum slowly slid down the shiny surface. Dorren stood up, bent over, spread her legs wide and presenting me with her arse. She looked over her shoulders at me and said in a sultry voice, “Play with my arse, finger me and help me cum”.

Then she started to lick my cum off the mirror. Lifting her skirt over her hips, I ran my hands down her cheeks and slid them inside her panties. One hand went to her swollen pussy, and began playing with her clit, the other found her taboo dark hole. As I began to play with her arse and press inward, into both her holes, she kept her hand on my still leaking prick, stroking it in time with my fingers, then, rewarded me with a deep moan, and a wet hand as she orgasmed and squirted.

Some weeks later, I was in Maccas ordering a takeaway coffee, when Pink walked in, wearing the same pink thongs on her feet. I wondered if her panties were the same ones from the other week. She recognised me, smiled and walked over. Standing behind a pillar where no one could see her except me, she lifted her skirt, proudly showing me her cameltoe again. “Still like what you see,” she asked, at which I grinned and just nodded yes.

Finding my voice, I ask, “Are they the same ones you had on the other week or clean ones?”

Pink laughed saying, “Does it matter?”

“No, not really,” I said, “But if they were the same ones, I would love to have them, the aroma would be incredibly delightful and probably taste even better today”.

“Oh my god, you do really want them. OK let me finish my order and see what happens. Her order complete, ticket in hand, she turned, smiled at me and said, “Don’t go anywhere,” with that, she disappeared into the darkness outside. Moments later, door slides open and she waltz’s in, grinning from ear to ear and headed for the toilets, looking at me, putting her hand up as if to say, no, don’t follow me.

As I waited for her to re-emerge, not knowing what to expect. My order was called, so I went to the counter and picked it up. Then they called her number and right on cue, Pink was at the counter picking up her order. I could smell her arousal aroma, it was that strong.

We both headed for the door, but just outside, she stopped and said “I have something for you,” and handed me a pair with a white cotton panties, and the gusset had a pocket, freshly wet. “These are not the ones I was wearing earlier or the other day, but a pair of my favourite ones, I just put them on for you, when I was in the toilet, had a wet fart, to add to the dark flavour, a pee, played with my clit before squirting in them, so they are fresh for your taste buds to enjoy. Then I took them off and wiped myself. I hope you don’t mind”.

Mind? I was almost creaming my pants by that stage. Then she added, “Have a quick sniff while I watch”.

As I held her panties up to my nose, I could smell the sweet aroma of her wetness and just make out the dark stain on the white cotton, Pink audibly moaned when I said “Oh god, I would love to lick and taste both your holes right now”.

“You’re a dirty old man, but perhaps I might let you, one day”. Grinning from ear to ear, she slipped her hand down between her spread legs, and buried her fingers in her pussy. Pink then held them under my nose, offering a good sniff, but before I was able to wrap my lips around them, she slid them into her own mouth, sucked them seductively, then looked me directly in the eyes, “Yumm, I do taste sweet”. I felt myself throb and squirted into my undies.

“I will be in Coles tomorrow around 11 am, you can give them back to me then, and perhaps you might like to leave something in the gusset for me to savour”. With that, she turned and disappeared into the darkness.

When I got into my car, I had to pull my shorts down to release my prick for comfort. There was no way I was going to be able to drive home with it restrained. As my hand brushed my prick, I felt the wetness of the discharge on my skin, so I wrapped her panties around the shaft, letting it drip into the gusset. But I could not resist having a sniff and a tug.

The last thing I expected was to erupt, but that’s what happened. One firm pull down on my hard shaft and a long burst of creamy cum, squirted from the eye, into the gusset, mixing with her juices. I managed to fill the gusset with more of my cum several times later that evening, and made one last effort the following day, just before heading off to Coles. Sadly, Pink failed to show that day, so I still have her panties.

I made a ritual of sitting alfresco outside the coffee shop, directly in front the entrance to both Coles and BigW, a for couple of hours every day, except weekends, it helped me stay sane and saved me from going into a depressive spiral, by catering to my voyeuristic tendencies. I could see anyone going in or coming out of both stores and had an uninterrupted view, watching the nubile checkout vixens flirt with older men at the checkouts. Always hoping to see Pink, but she never appeared, in fact, I never saw her again.

Over the course of the next month or so, one or two of the checkout girls started to sit with me and chat during their lunch breaks, soon they all knew my pantie fetish, so most of them, at one time or another, would put a pair of soiled panties in my pocket, giving my tent a gentle squeeze as they walked back to work. One girls took me into a ‘little used’ staff toilet and gave one of the most intense blow jobs I had ever had, and she swallowed every drop.

Another girl, who loved to flirt with me if I went to her checkout, would sometimes smile at me as I sat at my regular table, she would blow kisses or if it was quiet, casually bend over to show me her panties. I remember once buying some baby wipes, when she leaned in to me and very quietly, commented, “I hope you don’t use those to mop up, that would be a waste”. I looked at her a little stunned, but she was grinning from ear to ear.

I could see she was enjoying the banter, blushing, nipples hard as pencils, clearly visible through her blouse and her breathing a little ragged, but it was that unmistakable aroma I detected, that gave it all away. So I casually asked her what she suggested should I do. “Let me think. I’m off tomorrow, but I will see you at your table at 11 am,” she whispered back.

As I was paying, I leaned in to her and said, ‘I’d love to have the panties you are wearing right now,” and walked out.

The following day, she turned up right on time, and handed me a package. I slowly opened it and saw it contained pair of panties. She leaned in to me, lowering her voice, so as not to be overheard, and said, “I wore these yesterday, but I would love you to return them to me, freshly soiled, just for me. We can keep swapping every week if you like”. When I asked her age and name she said, “Vicki, I am 25, oh by the way Grandpa, I love older, mature aged men”.

She stopped working at the supermarket soon after, but would still come and sit with me for a while at our arranged time, Tuesday’s at 11 am. She would always give me a pair of fresh, well soiled panties, and I would give her back a previous pair, but full of fresh cum. Although we exchange phone numbers, got on like a house on fire and shared our secrets, we never met other than once a week at my coffee table. She simply enjoyed the banter and the unspoken taboo fetish we both shared, soiled panties and fresh cum.

Soon she began to send me video clips, just before a panty exchange was going to happen, I would get one as I parked the car. Once, just before we were supposed to meet, I sat in the car and videoed myself wanking, shooting cum into her panties before sealing the package. then sent her the clip, so she knew my cum was fresh. Sometime I would take a video of me wearing her soiled panties while having a piss. Vicki did the same for me, wearing ones I sent back with fresh cum in them, rubbing the cum over her clit as she pissed.

She missed our next “Date” and I knew I would probably never see her again, as she knew I was leaving the area in a couple of weeks. But, she sent me a video clip of her licking a blob my cum from the gusset pocket, before spreading the rest on her clit, then pushed the panties inside herself, then started pissing before putting the soaked panties in her mouth. suck them, opening her mouth to show me it was full, then swallow. then added, “Goodbye my sweet fantasy”. It was the first and last time I heard her voice on any clips.

I arrived at my table one last time on the Tuesday and was delighted to see she was sitting there, but before I could sit down, she stood and beckoned me to follow her. We ended up in an old disused disability toilet, now a cleaners store room. Once inside, with the solid door firmly shut, and locked, she put her finger to her lips, indicating no speaking. Then, keeping eye contact with me, Vicki slowly started to take off her clothes. First her skirt, then her blouse and bra. wearing only her stockings, high heels and a pair of grey schoolgirl panties. looking me in the eyes, she squatted over the toilet bowl.

I stood watching her in fascination, this was over and above any expectations I had and it was obvious by the bulge in my pants, I was getting very turned on. As Vicki looked at me, she made hand signals I was to strip and when I was down to my undies, she motioned for them to come off too, but held out her hand for them. I moved closer to her, her nipples hardened, her breathing became erratic, and when I pointed my prick at her, her eyes widened, she shuddered and moaned “Yes, oh god yes, piss on me, please piss on me”.

Slowly I relaxed to help my flow start, and watched her. Her grey panties began to turn dark, a wet patch appearing between her spread legs. Then her piss began to drain through the gusset, dripping into the bow. At that moment, she let out a long wet fart, and I began to piss on her, aiming the stream up and down her naked body before she leaned forward and took the stream into her mouth. Letting some drip over her lips, Vicki swallowed the rest. She took my undies and soaked them in her piss as she held them between her legs.

In a final act of depravity, she took off her wet panties handing them to me, revealing a neat trim bush, glistening in the light from droplets of piss and started to play with her clit, finally spraying my undies with her cum as she climaxed. I started to wank and moaned out loud as I began shooting cum into her panties, she moved my hand with the panties away so some cum landed on her thighs, her mound and my final shot landed on her nipples. We both stood looking into each other eyes, breathing deeply. What we had just done and shared, slowly sank in. Taking her soaked panties, Vicki held them to her face, took a long deep sniff and then handed them to me. Then reached into her bag and pulled out two washers and some soap, handing me one and pointed to the vanity in the corner.

After washing off the piss and cum, as best we could, Vicki looked at me, whispered in my ear, “Let’s not spoil the moments we created between us, but leave here with the memories of our taboo fantasy intact,” and kissed my cheek. Not another word was spoken as we dried off and dressed. As we left the toilet, I held her arm, turned her around and gave her a warm hug, kissing her with a passion only felt by kindred souls. As we went our separate ways, I realised I never knew her real name. We never met or sent videos again.

A few years have passed since then, but I still have a pair of Pinks, and Vicki’s, panties and on the odd occasion, I would wear them around the house, often ending up filling one or the other with cum or piss. Now, settled in my new town, I once again sit at coffee shop outside a supermarket and department store, watching the ladies go by. Often the checkout girls would smile at me. Then the other day, one came over and spoke to me.

“You some sort of pervert, sitting here every day watching us working,” she asked.

I replied, “No, just an old fart with voyeuristic tendencies, fantasising about what sort of panties you might or might not be wearing”.

She laughed and added, “Well if you can guess what I have on now, you can have them”.

Not missing a beat, but my heart racing at a million miles an hour, I said, “Usually, you don’t wear any and go commando style”. I paused for a moment, then added, “When you do wear some, they are a school girl style, normally white, but today, they are light grey, because you have your periods”.

My last comment floored her, she blushed deep red, “OMG” how did you know that?”

“Am I right?” I asked, “And if I am, you owe me the panties you are wearing right now, wet and soiled, just as we both know they are”.

She went an even deeper red, adding, “OK agreed. Don’t go anywhere, I’m on my lunch break in a couple of minutes, I will be right back,” then turned and disappeared into the supermarket. A few moments later, she reappeared and sat next to me, saying, “I agreed if you guess right, and you did, you could have the ones I was wearing,” then she handed me a pair of school girl style cut, light grey panties. As I rubbed my fingers through the soiled, freshly wet gusset, and looking round quickly to see if anyone was watching, I brought them up to my nose, and took a deep sniff, and gave the gusset a quick lick.

She watch in fascination, eyes wide open, asked “What are you going to do with them?”

“Take them home, enjoy licking and sucking your juices out of the fabric and do what all dirty debauched old farts like me do, wear them around for while and next week, just before this time, I will wank into them, fill the gusset with my cum, come here for a coffee and give them back to you, then you can work the rest of your shift wearing them”.

She almost fainted, then said, “I would really like that, very much, but I want a pair of yours too, an exchange if you like, perhaps once a week even”.

“Clean, washed, soiled, full of cum or piss?” I quickly replied.

“The dirtier the better” she said, adding, “My name’s Tuesday, but my close friends call me Pink, what’s yours?”

Stunned, I whispered “Mike”.

As I looked into her eyes, I said, “I am busting for a piss, would you like to hold it for me?”

“Oh my god yes please”. And we both headed off to the toilets.