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Saturday, February 21, 2004

Japanese Panty Man



Japanese Panty Man

Japanese Panty Man was one of my favorite customers. He’s an older Japanese man--probably in his 50’s. He comes in at least a couple of times a month. All the girls love doing shows for him. He’s an absolute gentlemen, not to mention the fact that he drops around $200.00 each visit. I am pretty lucky to get him when I’m working. He seems to really like me for some reason. The first time I saw him, I was wearing a long blonde wig with a stocking cap. After about 10 minutes into the show, he asked if I would take it off. I was horrified due to the fact that I hadn’t washed my hair for a couple of days and my hair had been roasting under a wig cap, a wig, and a hat for nearly six hours. Needless to say, I tried everything to keep the hat on, but he wouldn’t go for it. He told me he didn’t care what I looked like--he wanted me natural. So, I reluctantly took it off. I caught my reflection in the glass. My hair was pure grease. It was plastered on one side, while the other side stuck up like a broom. I ran both hands through my hair, trying to even it up a bit. As I looked on in horror, he smiled with delight. “Much better,” he said . . . and he meant it. After that first show, he became my favorite customer.

One day, I was wearing a school girl outfit--extra short plaid skirt, white blouse sans bra, white knee-high socks, and black Mary Janes. I wore my hair long, pulled back on one side with a tortoise shell barrette. I was lying on my stomach in the booth, legs waving back in forth in the air, my head propped on one arm, reading a book. Japanese Panty Man came around the corner and immediately ducked into my booth. I closed the booth door to the dressing room and lowered the shade to the hallway. He immediately tipped me $40.00 and put several $20.00 bills into the bill acceptor. His shade began to rise. He was dressed casually, but nicely. Japanese Panty Man has a laid back demeanor. He is very polite, slightly shy. We exchanged pleasantries, as always, and then he got down to business.

“What panties do you have on?” he asked.

“I’m wearing my full bottom, white cotton panties for you today,” I said, giving him a quick flash of white.

He smiled and shifted his weight in admiration.

“Are those the same panties you had on before work?” he whispered.

“Yeah, I’ve had them on all day.”

He swallowed hard.

“What other panties do you have with you?”

“I have a whole bag full in my locker. Do you want me to get them?”

“Yes, go get them,” he said, barely able to contain his excitement.

I jumped out of the booth, grabbed the bag out of my locker, and jumped back in. I dumped out the contents in the center of my booth. There were pink lacy panties, several styles of black g-strings, jewel tone string bikini bottoms, et. al.

He stood there admiring the pile of panties. I held several pair up for him. He carefully looked at each pair.

“Can you put on a couple of other pairs under the white cotton ones?” he asked.

“Of course, which ones would you like?”

He pointed to one of the black g-strings and the pink lacy pair. I picked out the ones he requested and pushed the rest to the corner of the booth. All the while, his time was ticking away. He doesn’t care, though. Money is not a factor. Normally, I do not undress until we are 30 minutes into the show. He wants me to take my time.

I jumped back out of the booth real quick. I slid off my panties, put on the black g-string, and then the pink lacy pair. I put my white cotton panties over the two pair and jumped back into the booth.

I picked up a strawberry lollipop that one of the girls had given me earlier. I slowly unwrapped the sucker, smiling at him. I brought it to my mouth and gave it a couple of nice licks.

“Mmmm . . . yummy, strawberry,” I said, teasing him.

He smiled.

I stood up and leaned back against the wall, raising my skirt just a little so he could see the crotch of my panties. His lips formed an O and his eyes softened. I lowered the skirt. I ran my fingers over by breasts until my nipples were noticeably erect through my thin white blouse. I undid a couple buttons and slipped a hand inside and started caressing myself.

He touched his nipples too, pinching them a little through his shirt.

I licked the lollipop slowly, looking at him.

He bit down on his lip.

I turned around and placed my hands against the wall, spreading my legs. I leaned forward ever so slightly so he could just catch a glimpse of the roundness of my ass peeking out from my skirt. I looked back at him and saw my panties exposed in the reflection. I turned around and slid down the back of the wall until I was in a squatting position with my legs spread. My skirt just covering between my legs. I ran my hand underneath my skirt, touching myself through my panties. I could feel myself getting turned on. I liked feeling naughty for him. My hand moved from under my skirt and ran down the length of my leg.

“Would you like me to remove my shoes? “ I asked.

“Yes, please."

I reached over and undid the buckles of my Mary Janes and kicked them off to the corner of the booth. I ran a finger up my knee high sock.

“How about these. Are you ready for them to come off, too?”

“Yes, take them off,” he whispered.

I started on the left leg, thumbs pulling down each sock slowly, revealing bare legs and delicate feet. I ran my hands over my legs enjoying how soft and silky they felt, knowing how much he would enjoy feeling them too. I placed my feet on the glass and traced the arches of my feet with my fingertips, pointing my toes. He watched my every move, totally enslaved.

“Do you like feet?” I asked.

“Yes, very sexy.”

“Do you like the idea of my bare feet caressing your silky cock?”

“Yes.”

“I’d like to feel your hard cock sliding between the arches of my feet . . . stroking you until you cum all over them.”

“Yes, I would like that a lot,” he said, swallowing hard.

He reached down and touched himself. His cock looked big and hard through his jeans. I got on all fours, crawling to the glass like a cat. I started working the lollipop in my mouth like it was his cock. I moved my face close to the glass and told him I wanted to suck him. He closed his eyes and started to undo the buckle on his belt. It was the thick leather type and it turned me on seeing him so desperate to get it undone. He then proceeded to undo the top button of his jeans. I waited for him to proceed, but he stopped there. Once again focusing on me.

“Anything else you would like to come off," I purred.

I have learned to ask before taking an article of clothing off. If I take something off too soon, he shakes his head and smiles, saying, “Not yet, not yet.”

So when I asked, I was not surprised when he said, “Not yet, not yet.”

So I proceeded with flashing him my panties.

I laid on my back, resting on my elbows. I let me legs fall apart to each side. The crotch of my panties were visible under my skirt. I ran my lollipop along the inside of my thigh until it reached the outer edge of the crouch of my underwear. I slipped the lollipop underneath the fabric and moved it around. It felt hard and sticky on my bare pussy. I fantasized about him licking the sweet sticky mess off me. He clutched his cock through his jeans again, He began unzipping his jeans--slowly. He slipped one hand inside and started rubbing himself. His eyes closed--his lips pursed.

His eyes finally opened under heavy lids. His mouth relaxed, making me want to kiss him. I brought the lollipop to my mouth and tasted myself. I told him it tasted good and he told me he wished he could try it.

“Take off your top,” he said.

I unbuttoned the front of my blouse very slowly and opened it just a little.

“Can I see your breasts?”

“Mai oui,” I said, taking it off.

I cupped my small bare breasts in my hands.

“They feel nice,” I teased.

“Closer,” he said.

I moved very close to the glass and dropped my hands revealing them to him. The O formed again on his lips and he gently pulled his hard cock out. It was very nice--average size, but with an enormous head. He started masturbating.

“What would you like for me to take off next?”

“Leave on your skirt, but tease me with your underwear a little.”

I turned over on all fours with my ass facing him. I reached around and lifted the back of my skirt. In the reflection, I could see the strip of white fabric stretched taunt between my legs. I gave my ass a nice slap. The sound reverberated loudly. I enjoyed the nice sting it left behind. I pulled on my panties so he could see the form of my lips through the fabric. His eyes closed as he stroked his cock.

I turned over and laid on my back. I spread my legs wide and reached my hand between them and started rubbing myself through my panties. Again, I pulled my panties taunt until the sides of my lips were visible. He let out a long sigh and squeezed his cock, pushing a small bubble of pre-cum out. I licked my lollipop pretending I was tasting him.

“I wish I could taste you," I said. My tongue continued licking.

He reached down and tasted himself . . . teasing me now.

“Would you like me to take off a pair of my panties?”

“Yes, just the first pair.”

I stood up and moved closer to the window. I reached under my skirt and pulled the white cotton panties down to my ankles. I stepped out of them and brought them to my face, inhaling deeply.

“Mmm . . . they smell like me.”

I offered the panties to him through the window, holding them up so he could get a good look.

“I wish you could smell them--they smell wonderful,” I said

He bit down hard on his lip and told me he wanted those panties after the show.

Now, my pink lace panties were on top. The lace was very thin and delicate. There were pink satin ribbons on each side which tied at the hip. I sat down on the back of my heels and picked up my idle vibrator which was in the other corner of my booth. I kneeled, brought the vibrator to my mouth and simulated oral sex on it, moving it in and out of my mouth until it was nice and wet. Our eyes were locked and I noticed our movements were in sync--the movements of my mouth on the vibrator and the movement of his hand on his cock. I sensed he was imagining my mouth moving up and down his shaft. I gave the vibrator one last lick and then I brought it under my skirt, teasing him. I turned the vibrator on and moved it across my pussy, over my panties. I relaxed, enjoying the wonderful vibration it offered. I closed my eyes, arched my back, and braced myself with one hand, while the other worked the vibrator over my panties. He started getting excited and asked if I could take the second pair of panties off.

“Of course,” I said.

I laid down on my back and lifted my hips, while slipping the panties off. I sat up, pulling them all the way down to my ankles, kicking them into the corner. I was now just wearing my skirt and the black g-string underneath. I laid back down and spread my legs. The g-string did not cover much. The pink of my lips and ass were quite visible. I reached down between my legs with the vibrator and started masturbating through my g-string--wetness spreading to where he could see it. I pressed the vibrator inside a little through my panties, wetting them. He bit down on his lip again and made a thrusting motion toward me. I pulled the tip of the vibrator out and brought it to my mouth.

“Can I take the last pair off?" I pleaded.

He nodded.

He told me to take the skirt off, too. He wanted me totally naked now. I reached behind and undid the zipper of my skirt, letting it fall to the ground and pulled the g-string down to my ankles. I stood before him totally nude. My small breasts and bald pussy staring back at him, looking young and innocent. I took the lollipop from out of my mouth and laid down. I ran the lollipop up the inside of my thigh, over my pussy, and then up to my mouth to taste. Japanese Panty Man started stroking his cock harder. I took the lollipop and traced the opening of my pussy. By this time, the lollipop was much smaller and it slipped inside me quite easily. I rolled my hips working the lollipop inside. I brought it out and took it in my mouth again to taste it once more. I licked it until there wasn’t much left beside the stick, which I tossed to the side.

I picked up the vibrator again, moving it back and forth against my clit.

“I want to see you come,” he whispered.

I told him I wouldn’t have any trouble because I was so turned on.

[Note: Sometimes at work I have certain fantasies I think about that guarantee an orgasm. These fantasies involve my boyfriend and I having a threesome with another guy.]

I started thinking about the fantasy. I could feel the energy building in my lower back. Sweat started to form all over my body and I began sticking to the floor of the booth. I closed my eyes, lifting my pelvis off the floor as I came, letting out a huge moan, which even surprised me. I knew I would catch shit about this later from the other girls.

As I came back into my body, I opened my eyes. Japanese Panty Man was standing there staring at me with his mouth opened wide.

I smiled.

“That was incredible watching you,” he said.

“That felt incredible,” I replied.

“Wipe the wetness from your pussy with the panties,” he said. “With the white ones.”

I took the panties and wiped them between my legs until they were damp with my wetness. I brought them to my face and inhaled deeply.

“Mmm . . . they smell like me,” I said again, laughing.

I looked at his time and saw that it was ticking down. It was now approaching 45 minutes in the booth.

“Your time is running out, sweetie. I had a great time with you tonight,” I said.

He opened his wallet and put in several more bills.

“I want to see you do that again," he said, smiling.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, I thought to myself. My body was sore and shaking. I was covered in sweat. I looked like hell. However, my face donned a huge smile.

“Let’s go, baby!” I said, picking up the vibrator.

He started masturbating again and I could tell by his movements that he was going to come soon so I moved as close to the glass as possible. I squatted with my legs spread wide and worked the vibrator inside me, rolling my hips. In response, he moved closer to the glass with his cock pointed towards my pussy. His movements paced mine and we began moving together like we were fucking. He started talking dirty to me.

"How does my cock feel inside you?” he whispered.

“It feels real good, baby . . . you’re gonna make me come,” I purred.

I told him to fuck me harder, that I wanted to feel him come inside me.

The angle that I was working my vibrator, along with our exchange, got me really hot and I knew that I was going to be able to come again.

“I wanna see you come,” I said. “Let’s try to come together.”

We continued going through the motions of fucking each other. He started holding his breath and his face started turning a little red. I knew he was close so I let myself go.

“I’m coming,” I yelled out. “I want you to cum all over my bare pussy right now!”

I barely finished those words when he came. A huge explosion all over the glass. His cock spasmed for several seconds, each contraction pushing more cum out the tip of his cock. His head tilt back; his mouth wide, catching his breath. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead. He grabbed a kleenex and wiped the excess cum from the tip of his cock and from the window.

“Excellent,” he said.

“Thank you, that was fun,” I said, smiling.

“I want to buy your panties," he said, pointing to the white pair.

“Sure.”

“Is $50 o.k.?” he said, holding up a wad of cash.

“$50 is great," I said, dressing.

I told him to meet me on the main stage, that I would slip my panties through the tip slot.

“O.K.,” he said.

I jumped out of the booth and put the panties in a small plastic bag and ran onto the main stage, which was empty. He put a dollar into the machine so the clerk up front wouldn’t know what we were up to. I placed my panties in the tip slot and he slipped me the $50. He thanked me very much for the show. I wished him a good evening and then he left as quickly as he came.

It was approaching 12:00 a.m. and I was exhausted. I had been in the booth for one hour and I was in no condition to do any more shows. My body was covered in cold sweat. My hair was greasy and matted and my makeup was running down my face. My spine was sore from moving against the floor of the booth. I actually felt like I had been fucking for an hour. I gathered my things from the booth, packed my bag, and went home to see my boyfriend.


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