PANTY STORY # 16
Letters from London
One summer a few years ago I struck up a friendship with a neighbour of mine. We used to meet every week for a drink in a local pub. He would tell me in great detail about his sexy wife and the things she wore under her skirt. Often he would produce a little pair of flimsy panties from his pocket for me to see. He also began to quiz me about my own wife's underwear.
After a few weeks coaxing, I slipped a pair of her briefs into my pocket on the way to meet him. The result of all this is that, after a while, I became a fanatic about women's underwear. I soon got to see every single item of his wife's collection. In return, he came to my home a few times while my wife was out, and I allowed him into our bedroom to inspect her undies.
We both thoroughly enjoyed this relationship and, after a while, we began to meet about twice a week to exchange small parcels which we returned at an arranged time. I got quite a sexual thrill when I saw my wife wearing items that he had recently borrowed. (Our wives, of course, knew nothing about this.) One evening, after making our twice weekly swap, I was looking over the contents of his latest parcel - a black bra, white suspender belt, nylons, and the red nylon panties that his wife had wore the day before. Being alone in the house, I could not resist the urge to try her things on, which I did and found I got a terrific sexual thrill. For the first time since my childhood, at the time I was 28, I could not resist the urge to masturbate. I did not mention this to my neighbour, but every time we made our swaps, I did the same thing. I even started to wear the panties during the day.
Unfortunately, my friend moved away two years later, and although at first, we continued to swap by post, this finally stopped. When they first moved away, I missed wearing his wife's underwear so much I went out and bought myself things of my own, but that is another story....
Every man has a fetish of one kind or another - a certain something that turns him on like nothing else. For me it's panties. I get a great delight out of smelling and getting off with panties - but with one qualification - I only use the panties of women I've dated or had sex with.
It began many years ago when I was dating a girl who would not let me get anywhere beyond feeling her breasts outside her clothing. Being absolutely mad about her, I use to masturbate almost every time I went home from seeing her.
Well, one night, as I was leaving her flat, I went into the bathroom before leaving (I sometimes used to masturbate there as it helped me to bear the frustration of it all) and I quite unexpectedly began rummaging through the washbasket. Finding several pairs of her panties of all colours - pink and light blue being my favourites - I began inspecting them closely and decided to take three pairs home with me.
On reaching my own flat, I got completely undressed and began smelling the crotch part of her panties, while wearing one of the other pairs. The delicate intimate aroma that filled my nostrils was compelling to say the least! The erection I got was instantaneous and fit to burst the panties I had on, so I slipped the pair I was sniffing over my head, with the crotch tight against my nose and mouth, and brought myself off within twenty seconds.
It was unbelievably delightful and really had me hooked from that day on. I did the same thing with virtually every girlfriend I had afterwards. Oddly, no sooner did I lose interest in a girl than I discarded her panties which I acquired. Significantly enough, I retained those first pairs of panties for many years, even though I never got to sleep with the girl. Over the years, I have been lucky enough to have many girlfriends, and now my wife, who liked to wear so sexy lingerie. Just to be able to feel, smell and taste the heavenly panty crotches sent me into sexual orbit! Even now, if my wife is out of town, or not in the mood for sex, I'll use her soiled panties to bring myself off instead.