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PANTY STORY # 30
Dear Bill,
Just a brief note on the situation. Finished reading the article on the field flowers and blowing dress. Quite an article I thought. Just my style of reading.
My earliest recollection was when a small boy. I had a red cowboy shirt that was very shiny and soft. I was told I always wanted to wear this shirt. Later, I remember my sister had a pair of white nylon satin little girl panties. On a vehicle trip, while we were in the back seat, we would tickle each other and I got to trying to adjust her briefs. Not too much success, I was scolded but I didn't know why I had an interest. As the years advanced, I began to do some experimenting. She had a doll that had a ribbon and two pairs of nylon underwear, one white, the other blue with lace around the openings. I would tickle myself with it. Then one thing led to another. Why not try on the real things!!! I went to the hamper and found a brief. A strange sensation over came me, I didn't know what it all meant at the time. She was just reaching puberty and was now obtaining the usual undergarments of an early 60's teen. The usual cotton full leg brief was the standard mode. But she had two pairs of nylon briefs—one yellow and blue, which held a fascination to me. I slipped into these and a wonderful feeling over took me. Seemed an instant later, a clot of creamy white liquid appeared. The first time for such an experience. I put them back in the hamper. What was this strange happening and why was it so intriguing?
Later, I was looking for the sight of girls briefs. One easy place to see them was the weekend 7th and 8th grade dances. The popular dance that was done then, was to hold hands and the girl would twist similar to the jitterbug. I distinctly recall trying to be on the sidelines seated to look as the girls would twist and the skirts flip. What a sight!! Lovely white and pastel briefs would appear for just a moment. Those that were not nylon I lost interest in. I recall seeing one girl who was close at hand and what a view. Later it was the cheer leaders with their short skirts and briefs. In those days the colors were nylon baby blue and white for the school colors. Years later, I realized it was just a shopping trip to J.C.Penney's and select the Dance Panties - the fore runner to Under Score packages now.
At the home front I continually experimented. I finally got brave one afternoon when the house was empty. What was in the upper left hand drawer of the chest of drawers? I crept in and slowly pulled back the handle of the drawer. An aroma came forth of dried rose leaves and perfume. On the left was a small neatly piled arrangement of training bras and on the right was the cotton panties. One underneath was the familiar yellow nylon pair and further down the blue. I felt each one. I unzipped my pants and reached for the blue pair. A strange feeling again came over me once again. I covered my self but this time the slippery substance came very quickly. I shuddered and gasped in glee. I was in pure ecstasy. I quickly dabbed myself clean, making sure none reached the panties and put them back in the drawer. I left in a state of total confusion and relief. Later, to my astonishment I discovered that if I lay down and dragged the panties over myself holding them by their waist band the same wonderful experience happened. Then, the refinement process began. I could try two, crosswise wow!! They were very slippery and smooth. By rubbing myself the ecstasy would return very quickly. Some months later as I returned to the chest of drawers, I discovered a new purchase my sister and mother had made during the past week. A new pair of briefs were on top of the pile. I had some how missed this in the hamper during the previous week. I was terribly excited, as there on the top was a new pink pair of nylon full cut briefs. But to my dismay, there were several pairs still in their plastic packages underneath the cotton pairs. I took the top pair out and examined the material . They seemed to be made of the filmiest of material and were from Penney's. (Dance Panties - right on the packages) Green, yellow, blue, pink and white. Each was an exquisite pair with dainty lace around each of the leg openings and a sewed in waist band. I took two or three out and freed them from their confines (packages). They seemed to spring to life for me. I slowly picked out a pair and put them on once again. To my delight, I was in heaven!! For several weeks, I carefully removed the cotton ones and finally all she had left was the ten silky smooth nylon ones. No comment was ever made, but I often wondered years later if she knew some one was filching with the under wear. Probably knew, but maybe she thought my mom had thrown them away when wash day came.
From then on, I was a confirmed pantyman, wearing them on a regular basis. Over the years purchased from Penney's, and scores of department stores as I traveled after college. Only once did a sales lady look at me funny. Yes, did a lot of traveling on business trips, always keeping the eye out for the department stores for a quick stroll after business. The best for me were the Under Score line, Carole, and of course the utility panty Hansen . Now part of another company - Bali I think with less quality.
Well after all these years - I'm now fifty and still immensely enjoy the feel and look. VPL is still a turn on for me. I recall looking in the library when I was sixteen and finding a book entitled "The Fire that Burns". What a book!!! Can not find it now even on the Internet and have looked in many rare book stores in California and other cities. The book described a girl maturing and the different situations she encountered. But one thing that struck me was the descriptions of the characters in various states of dress. She was photographed on the beach at night. I remember the detailed remarks of what she looked like. The creases and wrinkling of the white nylon full cut briefs over her hip bone and bottom. The curve of the area between her legs and the double crotch with her pubic hair barely visible.
The one picture of the gal in the yellow tank top and blue jeans is a thrill for me on your net site. I'm afraid most of your presentations are too graphic for me but I do like to look at situations as portrayed as above. Well good luck in your endeavors.
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