I am on the bus, talking to a woman I don't know. Somehow, we girls can have intimate conversations easily. I see that her lace slip is showing slightly as she sits, and this must make me think I can ask her sexual questions.

"So, you have multiple orgasms?"

"Yes," she says with almost a giggle, "of course. Don't you?"

"I'm not really a woman," I tell her.

She says, "It's in how you masturbate. Don't you masturbate through your panties?"

I am in bed with a woman. Not the one on the bus. This one has honey blonde hair, and a smokey voice that suggests she sang in bars for years and years. She tells me that when she has multiple orgasms she gasps so loudly it frightens the neighbors. I can imagine this from her voice. But now, she is speaking softly. She is the voice of experience.

"I've heard the key is to masturbate through your panties," I say.

"Yes, yes, of course," she replies, almost like a school teacher.

She raises her skirt. Now she takes me by the hand, like a child, and places my hand against the crotch of her panties. It feels nice and warm, and her panties are very silky. Either her name is Tuesday, or she is wearing a pair with the name of the day on it.

I start to call her Tuesday, and she does not object.

"Oh, Tuesday," I whisper, "can you have multiple orgasms for me? Can you show me how it's done?"

She shakes her head as if to tell me to be quiet. Now she makes me rub her vulva through the panties. I move very slowly, very deliberately, up and down, like I am erasing a chalk board.

She begins to groan and cry out, her lips trembling. I am frightened. Then I remember what she said about the neighbors being frightened, and I realize that this is an orgasm she's having. She cries out again, a few moments later. And again.

I move my hand away from her crotch and I see that her panties have gotten very wet. I can almost see right through them.

She touches herself, groans again, and wetness seeps through the fabric at the crotch.

Now I am on my back, and she is watching me carefully. I am rubbing myself through the panties. It is a wonderful sensation. My panties are nice and tight in the crotch area, and looser in front. So when I stroke myself, working from the scrotum to the shaft, it feels like puffy pussy lips and a long clit.

This is almost more excitement than I can bear.

My lips are trembling. I don't speak. I can't say anything. I look down and I notice a pulsation of wetness that spots the entire front of my panties. My whole body shivers with the orgasm.

I love to feel myself through the silky material, and I keep doing it. And another pulsation of wetness shimmers out.

I do it again, and again. Each time, a shimmer of wetness glistens on the front of my panties, and each time, I have the wonderful sensation of orgasm.

"But it is so easy!" I say at last, almost laughing like a child.

She laughs with me and nods her head.

"If I had only known this before," I cry.

I look down at myself in my panties. I love the lace along the waistband, and the lace along the legbands, and the pretty shade of beige. And as I stare, I wet my panties with another orgasm, this time without touching at all!

You might think that when I woke up, the panties I was sleeping in would have been wet. They were not.

I tried to masturbate just like in the dream. It was very good. I can't say that I can manage multiple orgasms like a woman. With rest inbetween, I can do it three, four times sometimes. Probably when I was younger, I could have done it more.