MYLENE DOES PANTY HUMPING



Lusty wench, Mylene! I am at a party. It is the 18th Century, I think, because we are all wearing the beautiful costumes of the era. How I love my dress! It is a gorgeous, creamy creation, a ball gown that is bell-shaped. From my tiny waist, it fans out, a glory of petticoats, all covered by ruby-bright jewels!
"We do not want the men," says another courtesan, a special sister whose features are quite pretty, but so clearly defined that I know it is a male. There is something about the strong chin and nose that give her away, but only to me. Her make-up is exquisite, her lips are lush. She has on pretty eyelashes that are very soft and make her large brown eyes very luminous.
"Come, I'll show you a trick!" she says, skipping with me, holding my hand, racing me out of the ballroom as the music gets softer in the distance.
She pushes open the doors of a beautiful doll house bedroom. Everything in it is pastel colors and lace. The ceiling is very low, made of plush fabric, and I notice that the room is soundproof. The big wooden door closes behind us.
"Look! Look!" my special sister says, gathering her skirts and raising them.
What a lovely sight it is! She wears silky bloomers, very much old-fashioned, with lots of stays attaching the lace to her stockings. These bloomers are very sheer, and I can see that she has a delightful hard penis, and there is the firm outline in her panties of two plum-like balls. She is glorious! She is proud of herself.
Yes, yes, what could be more majestic inside a pair of panties than a beautiful set such as this?
Her hard penis pushes against the panty fabric, making a breathtaking sight.
"Now you! Now you!" she urges.
With a girlish giggle, the happy laugh of the libertine, I hike up my skirts. I want to see this, myself! I wonder what I've got on under all these layers of crinoline and lace!
How sweet!
I am wearing silky old-fashioned panties, too! For a moment, we face each other, looking as if we will do the Can-Can dance. But instead, we get very serious, very naughty, and we begin to gavotte closer and closer.
Now, our penises touch through the panties, like two gentle dancers about to begin a minuet.
She is showing me a wonderful way to do it. I can only crudely call it a "panty hump," but this is like calling the most darling petits four a "cake."
Our shafts meet, and we begin to gently slide and rock our thighs, making ourselves rub against each other perfectly. Our panties are just tight enough to keep us firm and "on track." Our shafts slide against each other. We thrill to see each other's lovely panties. We thrill to see ourselves getting bigger in them. The heads of our penises are clearly outlined in the rapidly moistening silky fabric.
We are breathing heavily, we hold our skirts in our hands, and we effortlessly slide together, creating a delicious friction.
We glance down at our bulging panties rubbing against each other, then naughtily, almost giggling, we look blushingly into each others faces.
She can't help herself, and I see a delicious flood of creamy white bubble up and overflow her panties and dribble down the front.
"Now you, now you," she whispers.
And I begin to wet myself, so thrilled by the friction of silk panties!
"I am wet, I am wet!" I cry.
We still have our skirts raised. Like partners in an elegant dance, we bow to each other and back away slightly. We look at each other's lace panties, naughtily messed in the front, the outline of penis and balls quite obvious.
Sunlight streamed in through my windows that morning.
I wanted to dress myself in a white nightgown like Audrey Hepburn, and hold my hands to my chest, and swirl around the room...."I could have danced all night...I could have danced all night...and still have begged for more..."
More prettiness! Oh, please, please, look at the 18th Century paintings...they knew, didn't they? They celebrated beauty. Oh, lace, and satin, and silk...the ache of nostalgia that I feel...Perhaps....perhaps I would not mind so much if I could not go out dressed in pretty things, if the world around me was truly pretty.

If you would like to see what I mean, visit this special place with me...accessible only here...Mylene's Art Museum of Courbet.