Mark's Dirty Little Secret | How To Tell Your Girlfriend You Wear Lingerie

Ever wondered how to tell a woman you're dating that you wear lingerie? Take a leaf out of Mark's book...

Stepping out of the shower and gazing into the misty mirror, Mark smiled at his reflection. Tonight was the big night. They had been dating eight weeks now and he had never felt closer to a woman. Sarah was beautiful, witty, smart, everything he had ever wanted, and she seemed to like him too. They had been getting on so well, dates every weekend, calls every day. It seemed like she was always calling, staying in touch, seeing what he was up to. It was sweet, the way she cared.

But she had to know his secret. Towelling himself dry, Mark picked out his lingerie for the evening. Briefly considering a body secrets bra by Victoria's Secret, he cast it aside for a simple white nylon camisole. It slid over his shoulders and clung to his faintly damp bare chest as if it belonged there. A little thrill ran through his body from head to toe, a frission of electric excitement that inevitably came with slipping into lingerie. He glanced into the mirror and smiled at his reflection again, the slim white straps looked amazing against his broad shoulders.

The panties had to match of course, and leaving the bathroom and rummaging through his lingerie drawers (of which there were many,) he found a pretty white nylon thong, nylon panel across the front cupping him gently, side panels of lace to grace his upper thighs, and a tender soft string of nylon at the back. Perfect. It too, slid into position just as he remembered it, the bottom of the thong just barely visible below the lower lace lining of the camisole.

He hesitated about the stockings. Dare he risk it? Running his hand through his short blonde hair, he ruminated a moment before throwing caution to the wind and picking out his favorite pair of stockings, black nylon stay ups from Wolford. As always, he savored every moment of putting them on, glad he had shaved his legs in the shower as the stockings seemed to just melt all over his skin.

Glancing up at the clock, he realized that once more he had spent entirely too much time on his lingerie. Quickly he slipped into his black dress pants, donned a black shirt with just a hint of a sheen to it, laced his shoes and was out the door, jacket and keys in hand.

He needn't have rushed, as usual, Sarah was a little late in readying herself. Actually, a lot late. He ended up waiting in the car, nervously drumming his fingers against the steering wheel, shifting in the seat and feeling the thong start to ride up just a little.

Then, like an angel, suddenly she was there. He never quite knew how she pulled that trick, more than once he would turn around to find her standing there quietly, a little smile on her face. He'd nicknamed her 'ninja' in his mind.

“Hello sweetie,” he said, climbing out of the car and walking around it to open her door for her.

She looked magnificent, clad in a red satin dress which clung to her curves in all the right places. Her wavy brown hair cascaded over her bare shoulder and her deep brown eyes simmered sensually at him. God she was hot. Mark bit his lip and restrained himself as she slid into the car. The impulse to run his hands all over her body and ravish her then and there was strong, as was the desire to own something that incredibly sensual himself. His suit suddenly seemed more boxy and confining than ever before.

“You look beautiful,” he smiled widely at her. She smiled back silently as if to say 'I know.'

As he leaned down for a kiss, the faint scent of Calvin Klein assailed his nostrils.

“Mm, and you smell great too,” he complimented.

The journey to the restaurant was no different than usual, they made small talk about the week that had been, laughing over the little inconveniences life had thrown their way. Fortunately, there were no inconveniences that night. The maitre'd found their reservation quickly and guided them to the private table Mark had requested.

Wine was bought, candles were lit, and before long, they were face to face in a cosy romantic alcove, gazing into one another's eyes.

The moment had arrived. Mark couldn't wait any longer. Butterflies were running rampant in his stomach. He had to tell her now.

“Uh, darling, Sarah, I have something I need to tell you,” he said, taking her hand.

She looked at him with a small frown, her eyes flashing dark with curiosity. “What?”

He bit his lip nervously and looked deep into her eyes. “Well, it's not a big deal really, but I thought you should know. I don't like to wear men's underwear, it's uncomfortable and does nothing for me, so instead I wear lingerie.”

She looked at him blankly for a moment, then laughed, a tinkling sound in the night air.

Mark's heart dropped into his stomach. She was about to cruelly reject him. He steeled himself for her next words.

“Oh I know,” she said tossing her hair cutely over her shoulder, her brown eyes sparkling in the candle light along with her smile

“You what?” Mark was stunned.

“Oh yeah, I found your little secrets last week, you know, when we were at your house and you were taking a shower. I had a little looksie in your drawers. At first I thought you were cheating...” she laughed again as if at some fond distant memory.

It was Mark's turn for confusion. “Uh, so how did you know I wasn't?”

She laughed and patted his arm with one well manicured hand. “That's what they make those little video cameras for darling.”

He stared at her blankly as the waiter approached.

“I have hours of footage of you playing in your panties, you naughty thing!” she giggled.

There seemed to be a rushing sound in Mark's ears, the waiter was speaking, but he couldn't hear him.

Sarah leaned in and sensuously whispered in his ear, “As long as we're together, and you're a good boy, it will be our little secret. I've always wanted a June wedding.”

Mark fainted into the bread basket.