Tony Lopez Underwear Novels & Stories

“Had to have the whole package, didn’t I?” Nathan pushed the dress up so that he could get a better look at what lay beneath. And there they were, a pair of red silk panties, lined along the edge with the lace he had felt before. The soft material pulled over Tony’s hips, but the bulge of his cock stretched the material almost to breaking. They were definitely not designed for the something extra Tony had. “You like?” Tony asked, trailing his hands up from Nathan’s shoulders to skim along his ears and cheeks before resting there.

He wore a half-buttoned, white frilly shirt, black boots, a diamond encrusted choker, and hair so long and greasy that it could have oiled the engine of a broken down hoopdy. "You're looking as delectable as ever," Frank said. "As are you," I said. Frank laughed at the obvious lie. Tony, as usual, looked good. He wore suede black shoes, black trousers that fit too perfectly, and a midnight blue shirt with a thin black and blue tie. His hair was cut so short that it was almost shaved along the sides. His edges were razor sharp. "How are you?" Tony asked, his dark brown eyes filled with concern. "I'm sorry I haven't been by, but when you said that you two would be at the meeting…"

Lorenzo declared, climbing into his car and speeding away from his mansion with Tony beside him. They pulled up to a bustling clubhouse and settled into a VIP section. Lorenzo began downing drink after drink, quickly becoming intoxicated. Tony observed his boss, anxiety creeping in as he scrolled through his phone. He knew what Lorenzo had done, and instead of preparing for Chris's inevitable retaliation, Lorenzo was lost in revelry. Frustrated, Tony rubbed his forehead. "Get me girls!" Lorenzo bellowed drunkenly, erupting into laughter. Reluctantly, Tony complied, even though he wasn’t keen on the idea. Soon, the private room was packed with partygoers, laughter, and clinking glasses as the

But what I saw made me freeze in place, my breath catching in my throat. Lorenzo was in sweatpants, shirtless, his body glistening with sweat as he did pull-ups on a bar mounted to the ceiling. His muscles flexed with each movement—broad shoulders, strong arms, and a toned back that glistened under the faint light in the room. His skin was tanned, and intricate tattoos wrapped around his biceps, across his chest, and down his sides. His back muscles rippled with strength, and sweat trickled down the length of his spine. It was the first time I had ever seen him like this, without a suit, so raw, so... real.

“You should listen to Tony—" “I don’t want to be touched,” I said stiffly, darting away from him. “And I didn’t want to wear perfume.” He pouted. “But you have to.” “No, I don’t,” I said. “And I can dress myself.” “What you have isn’t appropriate.” “According to an official style guide, it is.” “It’s not appropriate for a luna to wear pants,” Tony said. “I’m not your luna,” I said again. I darted around him. “Don’t you need to get dressed, too?”

Budge shouted, tossing me a ball. "I'm not getting stuck on a team with either of you. I'm with Budge," Tony announced, stepping under the net. Budge stripped off his shirt and tossed it aside. The massive eagle on his shoulder was looking a little faded, but it rippled as the muscles underneath moved. I prayed that when I was his age, I was still as fit as he was. Tony did the same, folding his shirt neatly and setting it on top of his shoes. His bare feet flicked sand as he walked, so he was careful to keep away from his pile of belongings after that.

I could feel the fabric of my underwear get moist. “Tony, what’d you say we go take a shower right now?”

I say to her with a smile. “Well, you can undress me after you finish with your calls,” Tonya says. Tonya slips into a tank top and panties. I need to focus on my job for a moment, but she looks fantastic in that tank top and those panties. She smiles at me as she walks past me.