Who'd want to cum in their pants?!

Who'd want to cum in their pants?!Who?d want to cum in their pants?! Well, as a wanker, girl-worshipper and compulsive masturbator, I don?t have a choice. Where?s it supposed to go? You can?t just whip it out and do it on the floor. Maybe some people don?t like being wet and messy in their underpants, but I love it. When a girl makes me cum in my pants it?s fulfilment ? even if She doesn?t know, which for most of my life She hasn?t. So here?s the problem. A perv like me doesn?t get to choose when he sees what he needs to see, other than in magazines or videos. Don?t get me wrong, I love my mags and vids, that?s why I?ve got 1000s and 1000s of them. But seeing for real?s always got to be best. Sure, there are places you can go, and normal men do all the time, like strip clubs, lap-dancing and the rest. Not an option for a perv though, not unless I?ve got the nerve to go in in my rainmac. But that?s not the biggest problem. When you get a ?lucky view?, there?s only gonna be one outcome.If you?re thinking, what use is a perv who just does it in his pants ? well that?s what I always thought too. I thought girls would be disgusted and despising. Some actually were to me, but it?s very unlikely they knew I?d actually cum in my pants watching them. Back in those days attitudes to sex were very different to now, and girls wouldn?t even use that word in polite company. But they knew a ?creep? when they saw one (I never did anything nasty), a bloke like me who could never talk to them properly, and any time there was the slightest view, that?s where my eyes would be. It wasn?t until the Internet that I found girls who were ok with it, even me cumming in my pants. In fact several girls I worshipped online ? glamour and nude models I mean ? told me they were flattered they could make me do that, and Miss Christina was always interested in my antics, even my mac-wanking escapades. But before then my feelings were always guilt, shame, humiliation in the presence of girls, specially when I was masturbating thinking about them all the time, and very specially the girls who I?d been lucky enough to be able to spunk my pants as I watched them. I?m talking about girls at work, or it could be neighbours, the girl who worked in the local pub or shop. I loved those feelings, I loved being a useless wanker, a perv, and I loved the power girls had over me, and they still do. I had early experiences in clubs and the like, and narrow escapes. Never again. So, where to go to see for real? I don?t spy, and never did. I don?t need or want to see nudity so not for me hanging round the back of the local pool, or peeping through windows, hiding in the woods overlooking the nudist beach etc etc. I did park up overlooking the beach, and just wait, and often got lucky, even seeing bikinis ? the barest I?ve ever seen girls. But what girls wore on the street, even back in the 70s, was more than enough for me to get full satisfaction. Most of my life I?ve worn a rainmac and that hides the result of what looking at lovely girls does to me. But worshipping personally is the pinnacle. So it would be girls at work, the local pub or shops, girls that you?d be required to have some interaction with ? ?here?s your mail Miss, er...you..er...look lovely....er...lovely today...er...sorry Miss....?And there I?m thinking, thinking longingly, about a girl, a Goddess, who made me cum in my pants 3 times. Did She know? Unlikely, but She knew I was obsessed with Her, but it was never in a nasty way, I was always respectful, but just timid and awestruck. That was the 70s, and did girls then think along the lines of ?I bet that bloke masturbates thinking about me?? I don?t know, but in the Internet era, when I was able to talk to Goddesses like Miss Danica, She told me that all the Bomonti Escort girls at the amateur photo-sessions back then knew exactly what the blokes wanted the photos for. So, Miss Jacqui, I knew where to be, to see Her. I?m not spying, I watch Her walking down the street in Her lovely outfit, I?m only seeing what She?s happy for the world to see, and it?s enough for me to go into ecstasy, and fill my underpants with cum. That?s heaven, cause I can see Her for real, see Her walk, hear Her talk and laugh with Her friend, see Her toss Her hair, just thinking ?ohhh Goddess? as She makes me pump in my pants at the sight of Her. Then joy of joys, next day I find Her mail and take it up to Her office, feeling all the delicious feelings of guilt and humiliation as I go into Her office, knowing what was happening in my pants a few hours ago, caused by Her. My eyes widening as I see Her in that tight red top, bulging so lovely that I realise my mouth is hanging open. I?m desperate to find the next opportunity to watch Her till She makes me cum in my pants again. I look back over the years ? and it?s been a few, enough to render me a little less capable now than I was, and needing a little assistance these days ? and I realise how lucky I?ve been so many times to see a lovely sexy girl, and then be going home with that naughty dirty shameful feeling of wet pants and the stink of spunk, so many many times.Early on, there were desperate pants-spunks. The go-go dancers are only going to be on TV screen for 3 minutes at most. Even though there are people around I have to make sure I pants-spunk before the dance is over, I?m DESPERATE! I?ve been waiting all week for this magical moment.Miss Sandy Sarjeant made me cum in my pants many many times when She danced go-go on Ready Steady Go!Later in life, when I?m mac-wanking and it?s cold on the street, I?ve been waiting for hours for girls to come along, then I?ve got 2 or 3 minutes before She walks round the corner and out of sight. That?s when my mac earns its keep as I?m jerking at 100mph to hopefully get there in time. If I do, I?ve got the joy of going home with wet pants. If not, oh well there?s all my mags in my wank-room.Then there?s unexpected pants-spunks. I mean, I?m always ready to wet my pants, but there?ve been a couple of times when I didn?t want to. Surely not?! Well, in a club, leaving do with my first job, a crowd of blokes sitting around the table, Miss Vicky on stage, the bosomiest goddess I?ve seen apart from in my mags ? and She could easily be in one of those ? I?ve never seen a girl so skimpy-dressed but, spunk my pants? With all the guys around? They?d know I was a wanker and my life would be over. But She was too much, and like an out of body experience I?m looking at this spotty youth, the wanker with a huge collection of dirty mags back home, seeing a real Goddess for the first time in his life, bouncing up and down in his seat as She makes him violently ejaculate into his underpants, and....no one noticed. Phew!And seeing Miss Melanie for the first time, seeing a girl pose for the first time, seeing a girl deliberately showing Her knix, a girl whose seen in my case and all my dirty mags and the state they?re in. All for the first time for this perv who?s now in his 40s. Seeing the 19-year-old call-girl and nude model pose fully-clothed and suddenly, out of nowhere ? ?Yelp!!? Bent double. Spunk spunk spunk spunk spunk in my pants. Right in front of Her. She looks away, momentarily surprised ? ?I was only showing my knickers?!? I didn?t plan that. You don?t spunk your pants in front of a girl so She can see. Even if She poses, even if She?s posed nude for some men. I?d never done that. I didn?t know what the rules were, but I was lucky, She wasn?t the slightest Bomonti Escort bit bothered, and that was the first of many, many lovely pants-spunks right in front of Her, with all the trimmings. Heaven. She saw and heard it all ? spunk cumming through the front of my trousers, convulsions, moans, whimpers and cries of perv ecstasy. Every time I arrived, my mac would be open and there were the spunk-stains on my wank-trousers, all caused by Her legginess, stocking-tops and knick-knix.Copying this pose from my Spick