By Her Words Only

It was a mild evening in early June and the sun was just about to dip below the mountains as I pulled my truck into the driveway and got out. I saw my landlady, Karen, standing in front of the window in her downstairs office and she turned and waved hello when she saw me. I was wearing my clear purple plastic pants that day and she had not yet seen me wearing any of my clear pants or shorts. I had seen the look in thousands of people's eyes when they first realize that I'm wearing clear plastic pants and I saw that same look in her eyes as I waved hello back to her. I was bathed in sunlight and I knew that she had seen, too, that I was naked under them. I opened the back door of my truck to grab my backpack and mentally prepared myself for what might come next.

I didn't see her in the window when I closed the truck door and was happy for that.

I began walking up the driveway towards the path that cuts across the front lawn in front of her office window and towards the entrance to my basement suite that I had been renting from her and her husband for the previous three years. I had only taken a step or two before their front door opened and she came out to meet me.

She said hi and I could see that her eyes were squarely on the my pants. Those last sunbeams of the day were shining down on me like a spotlight and I knew that I might as well not have been wearing pants at all for how illuminated my cock was.

I said hi back and continued walking towards her, unable yet to read the look on her face. Her eyes seemed to fixate on my cock as I drew closer and I continued to brace for a lecture from her, or worse.

"You know, I've heard about your clear pants, Tom,'' she said, her face still an unreadable mask.

"Have you?" I replied, trying to sound as casual as I could.

"My husband told me that he saw you wearing them in Whistler a few weeks ago."

I had indeed run into her husband in Whistler one night when I was wearing my clear blue pants. I had been out with a female friend that night and she and I were walking through the village when my landlord called to us from a restaurant patio. He had been totally cool about my pants, and laughed at how much attention they were getting while we stood there talking to him. As we left, he told me that his wife wouldn't like my pants at all and warned me to avoid letting her see me in them.

His warning was on my mind when I had first saw Karen waving from her office and I was hoping she wouldn't notice my pants. But she had and now there was no way to avoid the shit that I imagined I was about to catch. She continued to look at my pants, and I thought I saw her expression change to playfulness when I stopped in front of her and her eyes left my pants and met mine.

"I don't mean to be so forward, but when I saw you get out of the truck in them, I just had to come out and get a better look."

Her statement caused relief to sweep through me.  I smiled back at her and told her to feel free to look as much as she wanted, as that is, after all, why I wear clear pants.

Her expression quickly changed as she took in my response and I could not read her face again as her stare deepened before she looked back down at my pants again.

"That's really shocking, Tom," she said.

"My apologies, if it offends you," I replied.

"Oh no, I'm not offended," she smiled. " I'm just impressed that you really do wear them out naked."

"Shocked, too, that I find that so... sexy,", she added, shyly.

The surprise and honesty in her face was genuine and it erased all the fear I had left in me. Our conversation stalled for a few awkward seconds and we stood staring at each other, her mouth now twisted in a confused grin and her eyes glittering.

"Good! I was worried that you were going to be really angry with me," I blurted out, breaking the silence.

"Angry? No, I wouldn't say anger is what I'm feeling right now," she giggled, her eyes seeming now to dare me.

Now I was confused, as I thought she had just flirted with me, but I wasn't sure.

She and I had talked many times over the years. But it was always just small talk as we passed each other on the driveway. We had never once flirted with each other in even the remotest way. But, that being said, I had also felt an odd tension had crept into our conversations during the last year and it seemed like her once relaxed smile had become a strained grin. Being uncertain of what had caused that had started to put me off balance whenever we spoke and our conversations had then become peppered with awkward silences.  We were in one of those awkward silences at that very moment and we stood there grinning at each other while I decided what to say next.

It was turning me on to be standing there talking to her in my clear pants, so I chose to risk flirting with her.

"Well, whatever you're feeling, I hope it's what I would want you to be feeling," I threw back to her.

She seemed happy with my response and smiled widely.

"And what is it that you want me to feel, she shot back," her smile and voice now as unmistakably flirty as it was challenging.

"I'm not sure that I can or should say that," I teased.

"Go ahead, say it," she invited me.

" I really shouldn't," I feigned, wanting desperately to say it.

We fell into another awkward pause as I considered how far I was going to push this flirting with her.

A robin sang loudly in the neighbor's yard, a car drove by, and a breeze billowed past me and swept gently through her hair.

I had not really noticed just how blue her eyes were, or the large areas of brown and green in them that now made them look like two tiny earths. I was all of a sudden fascinated by her eyes and watched them intently as she waited for me to tell her what I wanted.

I had always thought her to be a pretty woman and quite bubbly and friendly, but I had never actually felt any physical attraction to her before, nor had I found anything in her personality to be particularly magnetic.

Another car went by and a plane droned off in the distance. The breeze swirled and changed direction and her perfume then found me.

Angel Trumpets; a scent that, if heaven were truly real, it must surely smell of.

I reeled from it.

Time seemed frozen as we continued to stare at each other with silly grins.

I thought of what I wanted to tell her; that I deeply wanted her to be turned on by seeing me in my pants. I suddenly realized just how much I wanted that and an explosion suddenly went off deep inside of me, sending a shock wave up through my gut and into my cock. I felt my cock begin to slide against the plastic and clenched its muscles to fight from getting a hard on.

Her eyes now seemed to bore into me, her smile now a mischievous grin and seeming to mock me, like she knew what I was feeling. We had said nothing for what seemed like a minute and the silence was now crackling with electricity.  

The breeze brought her perfume to me again and my cock bucked hard in response. I clenched my muscles as tight as I could, but my cock was now half-hard and straining against my attempts to control it. I always put a few drops of flavored sex lube in my pants so that my cock doesn't stick to the plastic and that slipperiness was now making it impossible for me to stop my cock from growing.

She saw it growing and watched it with a pleased expression.

"Looks like you're getting a little excited there, Tom."

Her whole demeanor had now shifted and I could feel a powerful seductive energy exuding from her unlike any I had felt from a woman before. I'd had similar flirty conversation with literally hundreds of women while wearing my clear pants and had never felt my cock respond with such an immediate and brutal force before. I literally felt her every word like they were wrapped around my cock and stroking it with deep, powerful strokes.

My mind whirled as I lost all control and my cock exploded to full erection. It bucked and throbbed against the plastic, harder and wilder than I could ever remember it doing before.

The look in her eyes when they playfully lilted upwards and met mine was devastating.  

"Is that all for me,' she teased.

"I'm so sorry. I'm not sure why this is happening right now, but I feel like I'm going to cum in my pants."

The words escaped me before I could stop them. My voice sounded squeaky and shaky and hearing the words sent a pang of regret shooting through me.

She seemed thrilled with my confession.

"Really?' she smiled. "Right here? Right now?"

The delight in her voice evaporated every last bit of my inhibitions.

"Yes, right here and right now," I exhaled tightly.

"And is that what you want me to be feeling" she teased expertly.

It was exactly what I wanted her to feel and told her so.

"And what if I am feeling that, Tom? What then?"

The blue in her eyes was glowing, her expression now filled with sensuality.

I stared at her eyes while her words reached down and stroked me again.

"Are you?," I asked, my body now seconds away from erupting in orgasm.

She paused for a second and then delivered her answer like an executioner delivering the coup de grace.

"Let's just say that I don't know who's going to cum first, you or me."

Her eyes were now serious and I could see in them just how turned on she actually was.

I had never actually cum in my pants before without having first physically masturbated myself. The sensation, though, was incredible as her last words and expression sent me over the edge and the spasms of orgasm tore through me. They were stronger than I had ever felt before and you could hear the cum splatting loudly against the plastic as it shot again and again from my cock. I looked down to watch my cock convulsing and the torrents of cum shooting out of it and running down my leg.

"Oh wow," I heard her murmur.

I looked up to see her watching, too, her face a mask of deep arousal and her hips gently thrusting in rhythm to mine.

After what seemed like minutes, my body shuttered with its last spasms and I could feel the flood of cum running past my knee.

"Was it something I said?" she looked up and teasingly batted her eyes.

"I can't believe that just happened," I half laughed. "That's never happened to me before."

'No?" she continued in her playful voice. "So, I'm your first?"

"Yeah,  wow... how crazy was that?"

I felt a sudden jolt of guilt for her being a married woman and apologized for what she had just seen.

"There's nothing to apologize for," she laughed. "It was my fault anyway."

"Yeah, it was," I laughed back.

And then, once again we stood staring at each other in an awkward silence.

"And you?" I asked. "Did you?"

But she didn't answer me.

 She then looked away to watch a bird soaring across the lawn to the maple tree by the road. She turned back to me and seemed to be wrestling with something in her mind. She began to say something, but stopped herself.

"What?" I asked her.

She put a finger to her mouth and began tapping her lower teeth, looking as if she was continuing to battle with whatever it was that she wanted to say.

I had not noticed how nice her teeth were before, or how perfectly manicured her fingernails were.

"What?" I asked her again.

She looked away at yet another passing car and then quickly looked back at me.

"I have a confession, Tom, and you might not like it."

"OK," I replied. "What is it?"

Her eyes still looked playful and challenging, but her smile looked nervous as she began to speak.

"That's actually not the first time I've seen you cum."