Of course he does

Mark spent the day trying to deny his desire to slip into Angela's underwear, to feel the silky smooth material against his skin - the very same material he had licked, tasted. The very same material that had changed his life. Somehow he managed to wait until the evening, it was beginning to get dark out at least, before he decided it was time to head downstairs and visit his neighbour.

Poor Mark was fighting an internal battle. Part of him was trying to convince himself that he had to go to her. That if he didn't he would risk his entire relationship, his marriage. Angela had threatened to tell his wife and that would certainly be the end. But deep down Mark knew he wanted to go to her. No, he needed to. The pleasure the dominant older lady had unlocked within him was beyond anything he could have imagined in even his wildest fantasies and she had said herself, this was only the beginning. What more did she have planned for him?

It was with these conflicting emotions that Mark finally slipped into Angela's underwear, the shear material sending a shiver through him as he slid the garment up his legs, his rock hard cock pulsing against it as he finally pulled it into place. It took him significant effort not to stain them immediately, the thought of shaming himself again before his beautiful mistress just enough to stay his twitching cock from erupting into them. His average sized cock eventually deflated to half-mast, his semi-engorged member still enjoying the sensation of the feminine garment rubbing against it, but no longer causing him to nearly explode at any moment.

It was only after they were on that Mark thought about what else to wear. She only lived downstairs and he could easily wear some sweat pants and a tee down... surely she would have him take them off immediately anyway. Yet, the more Mark thought about it, the more he wanted to impress Angela. He found himself fishing work clothes out of his closet, dress pants and a shirt, and upon seeing them slightly creased after hanging too long, decided they needed ironing before they could be worn.

And so Mark found himself ironing his clothes while wearing nothing but Angela's underwear, the act not striking him as unusual in the least. In fact, it had to be done. Eventually he slipped into his crisp clothes, brushed his hair and teeth and finally slipped into his shiny leather work shoes. He was ready. As Mark prepared to leave his apartment he became acutely aware of how good the underwear felt against him, especially under his work clothes. The contrast between the familiar, stuffy male attire and the sensual soft, silkiness of Angela's gift causing his cock to twitch.

Mark didn't realise it, but he actually sashayed down the stairs to Angela's apartment, his hips swaying wide as he relished the sensation of her underwear sliding against him. He was positively trembling with excitement as he knocked upon her door, the result a rather pathetic, gentle tap, not the confident announcement of his arrival he had hoped. He heard a quiet yap from inside, the little dog he remembered, but it quickly fell quiet as if cut off. A few moments later the door swung open and there she stood, the glorious Miss Angela. Her eyes glittered from above her glasses as she somehow looked down at him despite her smaller stature. A wry smile formed upon her lips as she took him in, a slight nod of approval as she noted his effort to dress up for her.

"Good boy." she clucked, looking him over. "Nice to see you've made an effort." her eyes twinkled as they met his. "I can tell you're eager to please..." her gaze drifted to his crotch which made his cock tingle inside her underwear.

For her part, Angela was wearing a simple white blouse and a black skirt that ended just below her knees, slip-on formal shoes covering her otherwise bare feet. Combined with her usual make-up and glasses she had the appearance of a librarian or school principal perhaps, although to Mark, an extremely sexy one. When she opened the door wide and stepped aside, Mark all but bounded in, eager for his next lesson.