Sheer Panties and Nightly Ass Rubs

Rebecca had graduated college at twenty-two and moved into the spare room of Tobias’s apartment three months ago, both of them adults settling into a casual shared space while she looked for work and he kept his marketing job. At twenty-four he was used to quiet evenings, but she changed that the first night she walked out of her room after dinner. She was a stunning beauty, long dark hair loose down her back, and the tight bubble-shaped ass that filled her clothes drew his eyes before he could stop them.

She loved to parade. Every evening she chose stunning sheer panties with delicate contrasting black lace trim that perfectly framed her cheeks. The fabric was so thin he could see the smooth skin beneath, the lace sitting high on her hips and tracing the lower curve of each firm cheek so the sheer panel stretched taut between them. Over the panties she wore equally sheer short babydoll outfits that barely covered her hips, the hem fluttering just below the lace and doing nothing to hide how the panties clung. One night the babydoll was pale ivory, the next a soft gray, always translucent enough that the black lace showed through like a dark frame around her ass. She would cross the living room slowly, hips swaying, bending to adjust a lamp or reach for her phone so the babydoll rode up and the lace-trimmed sheer stretched tighter. Tobias tried to focus on his own evenings, laptop open, but the exhibitionist tension sat thick between them. She knew he watched. She lingered in doorways, the short hem swaying, the black lace shifting with every step, teasing him with the perfect shape of her ass while he pretended to read.

By the end of the first week the ritual had a rhythm. She would finish her shower, slip into a fresh pair—sometimes midnight blue sheer with the same black lace, sometimes white sheer edged in black—and drift through the apartment until he gave up and simply looked. The babydolls were always short, the straps thin, the fabric light enough that a draft lifted them and showed everything. She never covered up. She wanted the tension, and he felt it every time her bubble ass passed within arm’s reach.

After those first few nights Rebecca started carrying her controller into his room. She would stretch out face-down on his bed in whatever sheer panties she had chosen, the short babydoll bunched at her waist, and play video games while he sat in the chair behind her. The view was unobstructed: her tight bubble ass raised slightly by the way she propped herself on her elbows, the sheer fabric and black lace framing every curve. She played for an hour, sometimes two, and he watched the whole time, the controller clicks the only sound besides her quiet commentary on the game.

The mutual flirtation grew without either of them naming it. On the fourth night she arched her back a little more than necessary, pushing her ass higher so the lace trim dug gently into her skin and the sheer panel went nearly transparent. On the fifth she wiggled when a tough level came up, hips shifting side to side, the babydoll sliding farther up her spine. Tobias’s hands stayed on his own knees, but his cock hardened against his pants every time she moved. He could see the way the panties settled between her cheeks, the black lace contrasting sharply with the pale sheer and the smooth skin around it.

On the sixth night he finally spoke. “Can I rub your ass while you play?”

She didn’t pause the game. “Yeah. Do it.” Her voice was eager, almost impatient. He moved from the chair to the edge of the bed, knelt behind her, and set both palms on the firm cheeks. The sheer fabric was warm from her skin. He rubbed slowly at first, thumbs tracing the black lace, then fuller strokes that squeezed and released. She kept playing, but her breathing changed and she pushed back into his hands once, a small deliberate press.

That became the nightly ritual. For the rest of the month he spent longer each evening caressing and squeezing her ass through the sheer panties while she gamed on his bed. Some nights the panties were blush pink with black lace, the trim so delicate it looked painted on; other nights they were charcoal sheer, the lace thicker, almost velvet against his fingers. He learned the exact give of her bubble cheeks, how they filled his hands, how the fabric grew damp where it pressed between them if he rubbed long enough. She arched more, wiggled on purpose when she wanted pressure in a certain spot, and never told him to stop. By the third week his rubs lasted until her game session ended, his fingers slipping under the lace edges just enough to feel bare skin at the tops of her thighs while she moaned softly at a missed shot and pushed her ass higher into his palms. The exhibitionist tension had turned into something they both waited for after dinner, her parade through the apartment only the start of what happened once she lay down on his bed.

On the final night of the month she walked in wearing her favorite pair. The panties were crimson sheer, so fine he could see every shade of her skin through them, edged in intricate white lace that traced her hips and framed the lower swell of her ass in bright contrast. The matching babydoll was equally translucent, short enough that it ended above the white lace, the crimson fabric drifting around her waist like mist. She climbed onto his bed without a word, stretched out face-down, and started her game, controller in both hands, bubble ass lifted and perfectly presented.

Tobias locked the door, stripped his shirt and pants, and knelt behind her. His cock was already hard, thick and flushed. He ran his hands over the crimson sheer first, feeling the white lace under his thumbs, squeezing the tight cheeks until the fabric pulled taut between them. She hummed approval and kept playing, hips giving a small roll. He hooked his fingers in the crotch of the panties and pulled the sheer aside, the white lace stretching, baring her completely. Her pussy was wet, glistening, but he pressed the head of his cock between her cheeks first, rubbing the length up and down the cleft, smearing her arousal and his own pre-cum along the smooth skin. The sheer babydoll had ridden all the way up her back. She pushed back against the slide of his cock, ass flexing.

“Fuck me,” she said, eyes still on the screen. “Right now.”

He aimed lower, notched the head at her entrance, and slid into her from behind in one slow thrust. She was tight and hot, gripping him as he sank deep until his hips met the curve of her bubble ass. The crimson panties stayed pulled aside, white lace digging lightly into one cheek. He held there, buried, feeling her pulse around him, then drew back and thrust again, harder. She moaned, the sound low, and pushed back to meet him, controller never leaving her hands. The game sounds continued—gunfire, menu clicks—while he fucked her in steady, deep strokes, each one driving his cock fully into her pussy and making her ass bounce against his pelvis.

He gripped her hips, thumbs pressing into the soft give just above the white lace, and picked up speed. The sheer babydoll fluttered with every impact. Her moans grew louder, broken by the occasional curse when the game demanded attention she could barely spare. She arched harder, presenting more of that perfect ass, and he watched his cock disappear into her over and over, the crimson fabric bunched to one side, her cheeks spreading around the thickness of him. Sweat slicked her lower back. He reached under and rubbed her clit in tight circles while he thrust, and she shuddered, pushing back frantically now, fucking herself onto him even as she tried to keep playing.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Keep fucking me. I’m close.”

He didn’t stop. He pounded into her, the wet sounds loud in the room, his balls slapping her with each stroke. Her ass jiggled under the force, firm and tight and perfect, the white lace stark against the flushed skin. She came hard, clenching around his cock in rhythmic pulses, a sharp cry tearing out of her while her thumbs still mashed buttons. The orgasm rolled through her and she kept pushing back, milking him, begging without words for more. Tobias drove deep one last time and held, grinding against her ass as he filled her, thick spurts of cum pumping into her pussy until it leaked around his shaft and dripped onto the crimson sheer still tugged aside. She shuddered through the aftershocks, ass flexing, taking every drop while the game music played on.

They stayed like that until the pulses faded, his cock still inside her, both of them breathing hard. Rebecca paused the game at last, turned her head, and looked back at him with a satisfied, wicked smile. She twisted enough to kiss him deeply, tongue sliding filthy against his, tasting the exertion. When she pulled back she stayed on her elbows, ass still raised and full of his cum.

“Make it permanent,” she said, voice rough. “Every night you rub this ass, then you pull these panties aside and fuck me just like that until you pump me full. I want your cock in me while I play, Tobias, and I want your cum leaking out of my pussy onto these sheer panties every single time.”