Author: The Naughty Gaffer brndtag at mcn.net.
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Title: Tammi’s Tag  
Keywords: M/F, rom
Summary: My co-worker’s panty tag leads to great fun.

Now, it wasn’t really my fault. Or only a little my fault. Or it was all because of me but it was only a bit of fun, what? Besides, like I said, it wasn’t really my fault. It was the tag.
Now Tammi is a woman rather than a child, thirty or near it. She still has a lot of child-like features in her appearance, though, and even in some of her mannerisms. She has very red hair and when you look a little closer you can see that her tan is actually a zillion freckles. Tammi has big, sweet eyes and a high forehead. She also has small breasts, firm and high like a maiden’s. And she has a nice bottom.
Her bottom in particular. It is round and firm but I was sure it would be smooth and soft if it were bare under my hands. Tammi wears pants that are a little tight most days; I saw her in a mid-thigh skirt once and I thought that was very nice too.
We were working at the end of the day. Tammi was having trouble with a software application and I was helping get used to working with it. We were sitting at her desk and she leaned forward often to see what was happening on the screen. When she leaned forward, it turned out there was a gap between her knit top and her khaki pants. I could see a narrow strip of bare skin at her lower back – smooth, which I thought was much better than if she’d had a tramp-stamp tattoo. And just below the nice strip of skin was the waistband of Tammi’s panties.
I am a fan of panties. The word is enough to get me going; I like to think it or to read it or to say it. I like to hear it said, especially by the girl or the woman who is wearing them: “I’d really like it if you would take off my panties.” “Do you think these are nice panties?” “When I got these panties, I wondered if someone would spank them for me.” Okay, so Tammi had yet to say anything to me on the subject. I had heard all of these lines at one time or another.
Her panties were bright red dotted Swiss. Her waistband was a white strip and her tag had flipped up so it flew like a tiny flag above the waistband. I tried a little to keep my eyes away. But I yielded to temptation pretty easily.
We were an hour into overtime when Tammi finally decided she had the program down. She smiled and gave me a hug with a peck on the cheek. Knowing she was also single, I took a flyer and said, “Would you like to get a bite to eat?”
“Yeah, that would be fun,” she said. “Friday night is a lousy night to go home to eat alone.”
Tammi used the bus to come to work so we wound up in my car. We had decided that seafood would suit both of us and I drove across town. We were a little behind the power curve. “It’ll be twenty or thirty minutes,” the greeter said. “Would you care to wait in the bar?”
“Hey, I’ll get the bar tab if you get dinner,” Tammi said. A thoroughly modern woman. I felt I was getting the losing end, since of course I was the driver and I’d have to settle for iced tea. Tammi had a couple of Long Island versions – perfectly genteel but she was just a little buzzed by the time we got a table.
We had chatted amiably during the drinks and we got a little more friendly during dinner. Tammi had always been perfectly nice to me but as a co-worker. We warmed greatly through a long dinner but finally we had to admit that dinner was over and it was time to let someone else have the table.
I drove Tammi to her little house. I’d have quit at the door except that Tammi gave me a peck on the cheek. I took her face in my hands to see if she would like a real kiss. Why yes, she would.
When she invited me in, I was sure we would neck a bit. I was ready to try to follow her cues – to leave if I seemed to become annoying or to stay if she wanted me to. We did sit on the couch together and we kissed with more enthusiasm than we had on her doorstep. We continued to chat about very little of anything.
Tammi kicked off her sandals. Sliding down the couch, I lifted her feet into my lap. I gently massaged her bare feet. Tammi murmured a contented kind of sound and lay back. She tipped her head back and closed her eyes. I continued to rub her feet as I looked up the length of her legs. Her khakis were tight around her hips and her tummy showed a strip of bare skin, as freckled as her face. Her breasts were fully covered but their shape was obvious and pleasing.
I paused rubbing Tammi’s feet and she opened her eyes. “You do that very well,” she said softly.
“I do an even better back rub,” I said.
“Oh, I love a good back rub,” Tammi answered, her eyes large and luminous.
I thought for a minute. It would be too presumptuous to suggest her bed as a place for a massage. I’ve done many a massage on a floor, kneeling beside a girlfriend, but this was a wooden floor and would hardly do. But there wasn’t anything in front of the couch, no coffee table or anything, so I slipped out from under Tammi’s feet and I knelt on the floor.
“Turn on your tummy,“ I suggested, and Tammi did so. I ran my hands over Tammi’s back. It felt strong and smooth. There weren’t any obvious knots in it, but then I’m more of a recreational masseur than a therapeutic masseur anyway. Her shirt was tight enough that I could rub her pretty well. Of course I was hoping to do better, to caress the bare freckly skin of her back. Well, you start where you are.
And sometimes things move along. I had been rubbing Tammi’s back through her shirt for five minutes or so when she pushed up on her elbows and then sat up. I leaned back. “Hey,” she said, “you’re a big boy and I’m a big girl. I’ll just take my top off and you can rub me that way.” Of course I knew she had a bra on. I had seen the lines earlier and I had been rubbing across it for several minutes.
I stood up as Tammi pulled her top over her head. Her bra was also red dotted Swiss, complete with a tiny bow between her A-cup breasts. Her cups were quite modest. I could just make out a bit of her nipples and all the skin was covered. Tammi’s body looked very nice, down her chest to her tummy and her belly button, then her khaki pants.
“Your floor is a little hard on my knees,” I said. “Let me sit on the couch and you can lie across my lap.”
“Okay,” Tammi said. I sat on the couch and we got her squared away, her tummy across my thighs and her nearly-bare back under my hands.
Her skin was as smooth and freckly as I’d hoped it would be. Her waist was bent a little over my thighs and I could see down her pants to those cute little dotted Swiss panties again. I had just a suggestion of the shape of her nice little bottom.
I worked on Tammi’s back for another five minutes or so. I kept having to shift around her bra strap across her back. Finally, I put my fingers under it and I asked, “Do you need this?”
“No, not really,” Tammi giggled. “Will you be a good boy?”
“Nope. Do you really want me to be?”
“Nope,” she giggled again. So I unhooked her bra and opened it to expose her back more. I could really do long strokes now and I really am a good amateur masseur. But it was hardly an accident that I began to stroke around on her back to her sides, just onto her tummy on her lower back, and to just make contact with the sides of Tammi’s breasts as I worked on her upper back.
And it was far from an accident when Tammi began to roll slightly as I rubbed her back so that I was touching more of each breast on each stroke across her back. On the next stroke, I paused and I tickled her under her arm a little. She giggled and wiggled. “That’s funny,” she said. So I continued to tickle a little on each stroke and to move a little more openly onto her firm-soft breasts.
I was also working further down her back. I had made so bold as to touch the waistband of her panties and the skin just above those cute buns. That made Tammi wiggle her bottom at me so I eased one hand under her pants and onto her panties for a moment.
“Can you rub legs too?” Tammi asked in an innocent voice.
“I sure can,” I said. “But not through your pants.”
“I know that,” she answered. She started to get up but I didn’t want her to move too much. She was very relaxed from the drink and from my massage. I would have given up the chance to make love to her that night rather than have the mood disrupted by moving around too much.
“Here,” I said, smoothing her bra as far off her back as I could. “Just turn over where you are.  I’ll help you.”
Tammi turned over as I suggested. I slipped her bra from her chest and I saw her pink, lovely breasts. Her nipples were as perky as could be. She was obviously getting turned on pretty well. I managed to lean over and share a very thorough, very French kiss with Tammi’s arms around my neck. I also took a moment to kiss each of her nipples lightly.
Tammi reached down and unsnapped her pants and she opened her zipper. I paused for a moment. “You know what we’re going to do if I help you take your pants off,” I said.
“Yeah, you’re going to rub my legs,” she answered.
“And?”
“Yes, and. That too,” Tammi giggled.
“Is that going to be okay? You won’t have to worry about it?” How does one gently but clearly ask about birth control? This was hardly the occasion for genetic engineering.
“I’m using an IUD,” she said. Well, glad to get that off my mind. I opened Tammi’s pants and looked at her panties. There was the little bow on the waistband, the fabric around her waist and disappearing between her creamy thighs, the mound of her pubis under the bright red cloth between her legs. Tammi lifted her bottom and I tugged her pants down her thighs. I wiggled them down her legs and over her feet. Then she turned back onto her tummy. Her bare back and legs were delightful to see. Her panties were wrapped around her shapely round bottom, decoration now more than concealment.
I had shifted on the couch so that Tammi’s bottom was right over my lap and I could reach her thighs and her calves easily. Tammi is an elfin little thing and I was able make a stroke run from her neck right to her ankles. I focused on her legs but I spent some time on her little bum as well.
Tammi sighed often and giggled sometimes. After several minutes, she eased her thighs a little apart on my lap. I took this as an invitation and I worked on each leg. I moved my hands down between her thighs to the very soft skin there and I worked up her thighs until I began to caress her panties at her pubic area.
Tammi giggled more and said, “Yes, you are a naughty boy.” When she opened her legs a little more, really all that the couch and my lap gave her room for, I slipped my fingers inside the legs of her panties and I played a little on the soft, smooth skin of her bottom.
“You’re not fooling anyone,” Tammi said. “I know what you want to do. Go ahead and pull my panties down.”
I did, sliding her waistband down across her pale bottom. Her freckles seemed to end about the middle of her lovely back and her bottom was smooth and white as a glass of cream. I didn’t even pretend to rub her now. I caressed her bare bottom and between her cheeks. Then I explored down between her legs inside her panties.
When I found Tammi’s vagina it was already wet. I felt around some and she gasped, squeezing my fingers between her legs. I found the fold of her vagina and her clitoris. I was sure of it when she squeezed my hand again and gasped. “That’s so nice,” she said.
I had had a raging erection for a while now. Of course I had. Tammi rocked in my lap to push herself against my groin and feel my hardness against her. Gently I rolled Tammi to her back. I managed to bend down and kiss her small breasts again and then I looked at her bare vagina.
Her pubic hair was a silky red sheen. I tickled my fingers up her thighs to that lovely place and the soft fold of her sex. Gently and firmly I caressed her fold and her clitoris under it. After a few moments of this, I got Tammi’s panties the rest of the way off and she was naked on my lap.
Tammi sat up in my lap and kissed me. I got one hand up to feel her lovely little tits and I used my other hand to explore her vagina thoroughly. I wanted to get naked but I didn’t want to let go of my redheaded little freckle-elf. I decided to get right on with it and I scooped her in my arms. I stood up and I carried Tammi to the back of the house where her bedroom had to be.
I laid Tammi on the soft quilt. She quickly got up on her knees on the bed and got in my way as she helped me take off my shirt. I sat for a minute to get rid of my socks and shoes and Tammi pulled me back to my feet. After she pressed her nakedness against my bare chest, she opened up my belt and my pants. She pulled them down to the middle of my thighs and she pulled my underpants down to free my hard-on. She kissed my penis for a moment and played with it in her hands. Then she pushed everything down and I got out of them. I joined her on the bed, both of us happily naked.
Her tongue tasted very nice and her breasts even nicer. Her tummy felt wonderful against my cock as I pulled her on top of me. I enjoyed her bottom for a few minutes and then Tammi rolled over and pulled me on top of her. I rubbed my stiff cock against her silky thigh and then she grabbed my waist.
“Enough fooling around,” she said. “Put that thing where it does the most good.”
Well, I know enough to do what I’m told. I kissed Tammi’s lovely little breasts as I moved my cock against her wet vagina. Between us we guided my cock into her pussy and I pushed in firmly.
The first moment of entry – sex has a lot of good things but that’s the second-best after orgasm. I love to make the first entry. I pulled my cock back as far as I could without coming out completely and then I pushed in again.
Tammi was a woman and not a girl. There’s a lot to be said for the sweetness and the tightness of a girl who is just learning about sex. There’s also something to be said for a woman with a little practice, one who wants you to plunge into her with all the strength you have. Tammi was quickly pulling my bottom against her pussy, pulling me into herself and pushing herself against me. We plunged along this way for quite a while and then I had a really big orgasm. Tammi was only a few moments behind me.
We didn’t have anywhere we had to be in any hurry. After I had pushed in a few more times and I was obviously done for now, I eased out and pulled Tammi to my shoulder. We fell asleep that way, cuddled up softly, her bare bottom under my hand and her hand on my penis.
Fifteen years and two kids later, that’s still the best way to fall asleep. And to think, that little tag on a pair of red dotted Swiss panties caused the whole thing. Sometime I’ll tell you what happens to panties when a redhead lets her temper get her in trouble.