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PANTY STORY # 31
Yes, you can recall things in vivid detail even after decades if it made a deep enough impression.
That's what I will attempt to recall here for you. I was 6 months past my 16th birthday. I was good with my hands and my folks were only too happy for me to earn myself some cash and be out from underneath their feet. On my street, five houses west, was a 2-story, 4-family apartment building I called work. The owner had the ground floor on the right side and his daughter and lazy son-in-law were above in 2a. Over on the left was the school teacher Anna Pierce, and in 2b was a widow lady named Densmore. This story is about Anna Pierce. She taught at a local private school in the 6th grade. If I were going to describe her looks I would have to say she was a nice average. She was mid forties. She had dark red hair always pulled back in a bun. About 5ft. 6in. tall, 140 lbs. or so. She had glasses, slight freckles on her face and arms. Her figure one would describe as trim but a little relaxed. My duties were to clean up trash, cut grass and run errands for the tenants in the evenings and Saturdays. I had an instant liking for Ms Pierce. I helped her out more than the others, even the widow. Whenever we talked she was interested in what was happening to me at school.. I got the feeling she really cared. She said she very seldom got to talk to her students, after they went on to Jr. High.
Needless to say I found myself hanging around her apartment a lot. She rarely went out with men friends and seldom had visitors. Her apartment was full of women's stuff I was not used to seeing at home. Now it's time for me to make my admission to fetishism. That's right, a full blown, women's undergarment preoccupation. I cannot remember a time when this did not have strong sexual urges for me. You know on a laundry line, in a department. store, catalogues or whenever the opportunity presented itself. Anna Pierce had the most erotic panties, slips, camisoles and bras that I had ever seen. Although maybe slightly outdated. She did her own laundry and I was always ready to help out. I spent many exciting minutes limping up the stairs from the basement laundry to her apartment, my head swimming with indecent ideas, lugging her basket. Sometimes, I could have sworn she left her panties on top, just so they would be under my nose.
One weekday evening, I was changing a light bulb in her kitchen while she finished grading some papers for school, when she asked me if I could fix her dresser drawer that was stuck. I said sure and put the fixture back together. "It's the top left hand drawer," She said. She was right about it being stuck. After much persuasion the drawer finally lets go, only, way too hard, it wound upon the floor upside down. But from underneath came the gossamer shimmer of silk, nylon and lace. I stood there mesmerized. "Is everything OK, Eddy?" Her voice awakened me to the predicament in front of me. " No problem, " I said trying to steady my voice. As soon as my fingers touched a nylon pair of her panties it feels as if electric current had entered my body. The material was so soft and the lace entangled itself around my fingers. I got one of the most ferocious boners I've ever had. So I naturally lifted them to my nose. I could have sworn someone was squeezing my nuts. What an intense feeling. Thinking quicker now I quietly replace an arm load of her intimate treasures in the drawer, and the drawer in the dresser. Too late. She had walked up behind me, and is now staring wide eyed at my erection. "I came to ask you if you would like to have a soda Eddie, but I see you are thinking of something else." I was scared stupid my jaw went up and down but made no sound. Why was I born. Before I could stammer out an apology she says. "It's OK Eddie, please be calm, I understand. It's a perfectly natural reaction and it even happens to me sometimes."
You could not believe my surprise at what she had said until she then said, "I believe that if something gives you obvious pleasure like this you should indulge yourself. You shouldn't be ashamed of what you feel, your secret is safe with me. In fact I think there is a great deal you could learn about the sensuous pleasure of lingerie. Would you like that?" "Oh yes Ms Pierce," I blurted out. "Fine, but you now must call me Ann. You also must always do as I say. Is that agreed on? Otherwise we shouldn't go on any further." "Yes Ann," I said with my heart pounding. "Good. I want to keep what happens here, here. Now, I suppose you would like to look in my drawer without feeling like you will be punished. I invite you to enjoy my things, but I'm going to stay here and watch you." She sat back on the bed. She still had on her work clothing which was a full skirt and high necked, starched, white blouse. I opened the drawer wider and took in the colors, textures and scents inside. "It really is OK Eddie, pick up the pink pair with white lace. Feel how soft they are, they might be my softest pair. I like pastel colors but I have some basic black, white and red as well. Just like the ones I'm wearing now. Oh, you found a pair that was part of a babydoll nightgown set I bought several years ago. They have lots of lace and a sheer crotch panel. They have a matching top in that same babyblue with white lace. Think that they might feel good wrapped around your penis, Eddie? I would say that they do. They feel heavenly when they are rubbed on my pussy. Are you shocked by my frank talk? You shouldn't be. Bring them with you, over here, by me Eddie and I will show you."
She leaned back and pulled her skirt up around her thighs and I could make out the edges of 2 separate slips under her skirt. I was breathing rapidly now my erection was leaking lube and throbbing hard. "Don't be afraid for me to touch you Eddie. I promise to be very gentle." She reached out for the powder blue panties, took them and rubbed them on my lips and nose. Then she undid my jeans pulled down my zipper, reached into my pants and slipped my hardon out. "Poor Eddie, you must be terribly uncomfortable. You will like this. Try these." She said as she wrapped the panties around me. She was pumping me slowly. It was simply the most wonderful experience for me. She knew exactly how to manipulate her panties for maximum enjoyment, carefully doubling the material to make it form a sheath. I inhaled deeply at the exquisite feeling. "Want to know why I can make these feel so good Eddie? Well I'm gonna show you everything you'll ever want to know about a pussy. Sit here on the bed next to me." I pushed my pants and underwear down to my knees and sat next to her. She smelled wonderful. She was very close. And it was quiet. I never thought this would happen to me. To have this woman share in my obsession. I felt on top of the world. I felt very safe and extremely aroused. She took her hand away from the panty and guided my hand to hold the panties in place around my dick and took my other hand and pushed it under her skirt. “All right Eddie, time for a test. I want you to close your eyes and I want you to gently feel around under my skirt and slips till you feel my panties. Then, I want you to tell me which pair is softer."
I was really near an orgasm and the layers of slips and the softness of her stockings were not helping. The heat generated was incredible. I finally felt bare skin and knew my goal was near. The next thing that touched my fingers were big lacy ruffles. My excitement had my heart pounding in my temples. I flattened my hand in order move it between her legs and I came in contact with her gusset. It was moist to the touch and very soft. I began a kneading motion with my fingers and she caught her breath sharply. "Gently Eddie you must learn to move slower for more pleasure. My panties are softer, Eddie. I fooled you because panties are always softer next to a pussy. They make me soft inside and out. You can look where your hand is now. Lift my skirt all the way up so you can see them for yourself."
My hand trembled slightly. I'm finally going to see what, in my minds eye, I had only imagined. I slowly worked my hand back out to the hem and began bunching her skirt toward her waist. Stocking tops and creamy white thighs came into view. She took good care of herself. Her skin was babysoft. When the crotch and leg hole openings were exposed, my grip on the blue panties and my organ tightened. At last her skirt and 2 slips gathered around her waist like the petals of a white flower. With her panties in the center and pale pink ruffled lace around the leg holes that, continued up to the high waist, 4 or 5 rows of it. My eyes greedily devoured what I was seeing. She leaned back slightly and undid her blouse buttons while parting her legs. A wet patch about the size of a silver dollar, in the center, indicating her arousal. But that wasn't what looked out of place, it was a bump standing out just above the gusset seam. I don't remember ever seeing anything like it. Not in the catalogues we had. Her panties were almost transparent white. Her pubic hair was thick and lighter red than the hair on her head. It was so thick, that some escaped the leg opening and started to trail down the inside of her thigh. Her cunt lips were thin and made a pout, like lips about to be kissed. I was spellbound by the node protruding from the middle. Her panties puckered slightly above the double panel crotch. So I could not judge its size. But, its darker pink coloring, let me know that it was throbbing as much as I was. "What you're staring at is the reason I want you to be gentle. It's my most sensitive place, and is ready to give me great pleasure. It has always been my secret. When I was young and I realized I was different than other girls I questioned my mother about it. She explained it by saying that I had ‘extra special equipment’. Now it's your secret too." I reached out to touch it and she held my hand and said. "I can't let you touch me there, with a bare finger Eddie. Things have happened pretty fast and it is aching now. Give me those pretty blue panties, please. You made a wet spot, you must be throbbing too, Eddie." I watched as she expertly pulled the panties into a thin rope. She held it in two hands, one above and the other below her swollen spot. She eased in and barely touched it moving her hands back and forth like a sawing motion. "That feels so good. I think I may have an orgasm very easily. Would you like to see my pussy cum." "Very much, please." I said weakly. "Get closer so you can see it all, because I can't last very long …..Oh ….OOOOOOO ...O now, Eddie."
I was transfixed at the absolute horniest sight, I had ever seen. The spasms undulated the area between her bump and where the loose panty was wedged into the cleft of her anus. As if her vagina were winking at me. Moans escaped her lips. Too much, for me. My orgasm started kind of without me, I was so wrapped up in what I was witnessing. My semen shot hotly out on her leg. "I'm sorry, Eddie. I kind of forgot you were nearly ready to climax yourself. And here's the panties you chose for yourself. What can I do, to make it up to you?” I knew immediately. "Can I see your extra special equipment please?" "Yes of course now that it is our secret." She reached down and slid her fingers into the lacy leg holes and pulled it away from her vagina. It resisted and then unstuck suddenly, as her hole drooled lubrication from inside her. She pulled the crotch to one side and I watched, as her bush bristled out into the open. While holding the panties aside, with her first two fingers, she pulled back at the skin around it, and it extended it out to its full length. It was the size of the tip of my little finger. She tensed and relaxed her pelvic muscles and made it jump. "It's beautiful." I said. "Thank you Eddie. I do think it is special now that I know more about these things. I think I know how to make it up to you though. Can you still use the access way for the plumbing under my sink, and can you see into my bedroom?" "Yeah, There's an old crate on the floor, right underneath. I can stand on it, and see out, from under your sink. Why?" "I want you be there Saturday evening after 6 o'clock and I will show you."
As she covered herself, I felt a pang of remorse. "I don't want you to get into my things while I am at school, or not here. That might cause trouble, for me, and you. So for our protection, I will have to insist that it be this way. In the meantime you wouldn't mind rinsing out my stockings in the sink for me please. My things are always here for you to enjoy with me."
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Saturday was the longest day of my life. Nothing I could concentrate on, could keep me from replaying those images of Ann's cunt, in the throes of her climax, with her soggy panties pushed into her. About 4 o'clock I looked down the street and noticed a car pull up in front of the building. A guy in his mid forties gets out, I've seen him at Ann's before but it's been awhile. He kinda looks to be a fellow schoolteacher type. Not long after, Ann and the guy leave. I'm starting to feel jilted. 6 o'clock comes, no Ann. I'm standing on a peach crate in the dank musty basement with my head stuck up through the access for the sink pipes. I was starting to feel a little foolish. It wasn't a dream. I felt a stirring in my groin every time I thought about it. From this vantage, I can see the bed straight opposite me, in the bedroom where her undies live. I can't stop my compulsion. I think constantly about her sex encased in lacy nylon, I get down and walk back to the washer and dryer. What luck! Panties laying on top of the dryer. Too easy... I get the feeling that maybe they were left there on purpose to smooth over my disappointment over her no show. The panties are old 50s style. Rhumba panties, is what they were called, with rows of lace on the seat and around the legs. It's too dim to tell what color they are. Red maybe. They smell a lot like they would belong in apartment 1b above me. Her smell. Then I heard keys in the lock upstairs. It's them. My heart thumps in my throat. My mouth is dry. I listen intently. "You have to stay longer, I won't masturbate this time Al." "OK, OK, I'm talked into it. Show me what I want." She skillfully pressed her skirt between her legs and drew it up to her crotch. "I got my three best slips on a white and two pink ones, want to feel?" "Is this cunt wet lady. I'll say it is," he said while reaching under her skirt. "Your love bud is stiff as a bolt," Al says. "You go get yourself ready for fun," she said pointing at the bathroom. I got back on my perch with panties in hand. A few seconds had my erection out and double wrapped in pleasure. I Look in the bedroom at Ann on the bed removing her blouse and bra. She takes off her skirt but not the slips and lays back spreading her thighs. She undoes the catch on her bra and pulls it clear of her breasts. My jaw drops at the sight of her nipples. They're hard and pointy as pencil erasers. Her pussy is leaking so much that her panties are stuck to her. Then Al steps into the room. He's wearing nothing but a pair of yellow panties. They appear to be twice as big as normal and his hardon was poking out the front . "You want to fuck my panties, then fuck my pussy. Do you think you would like to feel my slips on that stiff prick?" She sat up in front of him and began to massage him with the lacy hem of her slips. He grunted at first contact and started a slow pumping motion with his hips. You could tell he was really enjoying her attention. My own member throbbed wildly in its luxurious confines. Her crotch now exposed was covered by a pink panty with white rows of lace at the leg holes and a pink bow at the seam of both leg holes. They were also roomy, a bit bigger than normal. Her clitoris was making a pouch for itself in the folds of the panty crotch. "Oh it's gonna make me cum too soon, slow down. Oh! It's too late, pull your panties to the side I want that cunt now.” He reached down and pulled his dick out through the leg hole and instantly sunk it into Ann's watery pussy. “Oh! It's not gonna take me long to cum." And it didn't either. He spewed in what seemed like, just a few strokes. I couldn't blame him a bit, I held on, but barely. It must not have been the first time that had happened. He might have been a short timer, because she was clearly in need and he apologized quickly, got dressed and left.
She looks out over the end of the bed and wiggled a finger at me to come to her. I nearly fell off my crate. I was up there in a flash. "Leave your pants at the door Eddie. I need your help to have my orgasm." I look down at her pussy and it is still leaking Al's cum into her baggy panties. "I think you should have your first exercise in oral sex. Eddie, suck my spot for me. I bent down to her sex, she gently guided my head where she wanted it. "That's right, on the outside of my pink panties. Make your mouth wet. Slobber on me."
"I see you found the pair I left you on the dryer, I had them on this morning. They make me wiggle when I wear them." I gingerly applied my lips to her swollen clit with the sheer pink material cloaking it." Oh Eddie I need it so bad it hurts, please don't make me wait any longer." How could I refuse her. I made my lips make sucking motions on her wet panty. She had a good strong climax. Lots of goose bumps, many spasms. When she recovered a little she lifted my head with her hands and said, "That was great Eddie, now what about you. I know what we can try. Take these panties, and wrap them around your hardon. OK now let’s make it wet." She leaned over and took my prick, with the red panties wrapped around it, into her mouth. She evenly distributed saliva over its length. "That should do it. Are they slippery on you?" She worked them up and down, for several strokes, working the wetness into the red nylon. "Now, up on the bed Eddie." With her hand still holding my pantied prick, she guided me up on the bed and immediately into her just fucked cunt. With the semen and her own fluids it went right in. It seemed like I only fucked the panty pussy a short while. Such situations are never long enough. I've never had such an intense orgasm. Well till later on maybe. The red panties stayed lodged up inside her after I pulled out. She grabbed a bit of the slippery material and drug it across her puffy clit and said, "Would you like to put on my panties Eddie? We could have fun playing undie games with each other. I have on occasion put on more than one pair at a time. Sometimes five or more. We should try that together. The feel of them when they rub against you is marvelous, some slips would be fun too. I've had lots of fun cleaning while wearing them. Want to help me clean Eddie?" I would like to say this happened all the time but it didn't, she soon moved away and things changed, they always do.
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