PANTY STORY # 4
I have a recurring daydream about when I was living in an apartment complex with three other guys during my senior year (early 60’s) at a large Midwest university. We were some of the few students in the complex which was largely filled with faculty and young single working folks from town.
One warm fall evening as I was walking up the stairs to our apartment after a long day in classes, a gorgeous girl who lived on the third floor of our building was hauling a basket down to the laundry room in the basement. She was a waitress at the diner we often went to after evening classes, and I had often thought of asking her out. Long brown hair, small waist, gorgeous long legs and the face of an angel. She still had on her uniform.
Turning and pressing myself against the wall to make it easier for her to pass, the basket brushed against my shoulder, "Sorry", I said, "These stairs aren't wide enough for passing". She smiled and said "That's OK" as she continued her bouncy way down the stairs. I stayed leaning against the wall drinking in her flowery scent and thinking of how beautiful her eyes were. Turning to go up, I caught a glimpse of something white at my feet.
I looked down and saw a pair of nylon panties draped across the toe of my loafer. Stooping to pick it up, I felt blood rushing up to my face and could feel my hand begin to tremble. The fabric felt electric as my fingers gently scooped the treasure up and quickly pushed them into a pocket in my jeans. At our front door, I hesitated before putting the key into the lock, "What if she misses them and comes back up the stairs to look; or what if she saw me picking them up? Maybe I should take them down to the laundry room and give them back."
Once in my room and my books put onto the desk, I closed the door and reached into the pocket, drawing the panties out with my still trembling right hand. I rubbed my thumb and forefinger together against the smooth nylon. They were full cut briefs which most girls still wore, as bikinis were still not very popular, especially with the working class girls with whom we shared our building. Irresistibly, I brought the panties up to my face and drew in a slow breath as I rubbed the cool fabric across my nose and cheeks. The heady scent of the perfume she was wearing in the hall emanated from the waistband where it had met the small of her back, and when I breathed in at the double fabric which pressed between her legs, I became dizzy from her very private scent.
I had had several girlfriends whom I had gone to bed with in high school and college, and was familiar with a girl's body perfume, but this was spectacular. Trembling legs made it necessary for me to collapse onto my bed, where I turned the panties inside out to examine the double nylon gusset for traces of her fluids.
There was no sign of the heavy, crusty stuff which usually resulted from the mingling of a girls secretions with semen. No, this was just the thinner, slightly discolored stain from her own juices. My cock was raging in the tight jeans, so I unzipped and released the pressure. Another whiff and a drop of my pre-cum fluid drizzled around and down my cock's shaft. Time to decide, keep or return? My flushed face and raging hardon spoke volumes to my dilemma. If I kept them, I'd always be afraid she would know who it was who had her panties, and if I returned them, I'd have to deal with my trembling hands, reddened cheeks and embarrassment. I wanted to keep them very much.
I took the cheater's way out, and slowly wrapped the nylon around my cock and stroked myself. As the panties rubbed the sensitive under side of my penis, I was sure I could feel each individual thread as it slid across my hyper-aware nerve endings. The pace increased quickly as my orgasm approached. "No!", I thought, "If I let myself cum into these panties, I can never return them. I have to take them down to her right now. Quickly grabbing my basket of dirty laundry and some coins from the desk, I headed down to the laundry room, the panties stuffed back in my jeans pocket.
Nervously I pushed the door open with my basket, and looked across the room for a place to set it. She was still sorting her clothes into two of the washers, and turned her head to see who was coming into the room. "Oh, Hi" she said smiling, "don't you just hate wasting all this time doing laundry?"
"Oh....yah", I blubbered setting my basket on top of the machine next to her. She smelled terrific even through the musty smell of the basement. "I usually try to find something productive to do while I'm doing it." Just how did I think I was going to bring this up? 'Oh, buy the way, I found a pair of your panties on the stairs, want them?' Now I wished I had just used the panties to catch my load and put them in my bottom drawer.
"Um, did you lose something on your way down the stairs?" I blurted out, and wished I hadn't.
She turned around and leaned against the washer, a puzzled look on her face. "Gee, I don't think so, all I had was this basket and my box of soap. What makes you think I lost something?" Reaching into my pocket, I drew out the now crushed and wrinkled pair of panties and held them out towards her with my obviously shaking right hand. "I found these on the stairs after I bumped you, and I wanted to make sure you got them back..."
"Oh, God, NO!" I thought to myself, because right in the middle of the belly fabric was a wet, shiny spot which I had deposited with my pre-cum when I stroked myself on the bed. "Why didn't I check them out before I rushed down here? Now she knows for sure something isn't right with them." Quickly, I started to drop my hand so the panties wouldn't be right in front of her face, but she had already reached up and looped her fingers around the dangling nylon.
"Hmm" she breathed as her fingertips closed over my semen. I released my grip and started to turn towards my basket, but could see that she was slowly rubbing the slippery spot with her thumb and forefinger as I had just minutes before rubbed the fabric. "Why, thanks for being so thoughtful. These are mine, and I just bought them last week," she said, dropping the white panties onto a pile of similar garments, and rubbing her slippery, bare fingers together. She stared into my embarrassed face and said "Why don't we get these machines loaded up and go up to my place for a cold beer. You deserve a reward."
Stuffing darks in with lights, I mumbled, "Yah, sure, Thanks!".
Her place was much more carefully decorated than ours, no wooden wire spool coffee table, or cast off couch, she had nice furniture simple, Danish modern style and obviously new. She brought two beers out and two steins which matched - not stolen from one of the local bars, like ours. We sat across from each other, me on the sofa and she on the rocker across the coffee table. We passed a little time talking about where we were from (she a graduate of a small town a few miles east of here, me from a much larger city an hour and a half away), and the weather and the college football team's poor start.
Every time she finished a sip on her beer, she leaned forward in the rocker to put the stein on the table and when she rocked back, I found myself unconsciously dropping my eyes toward her knees which parted ever so slightly when she pushed back with her toes.
On the way up the stairs, I had memorized the way her calves looked as she climbed in front of me. Nude stockings, with slightly crooked seams, dirty-white waitress lace up shoes, and a light brown rayon uniform dress which ended just an inch above her kneecap. Every step up showed a trace of the darker stocking top, and every step left more of her flowery perfume for me in her wake.
Now sitting on the sofa, surrounded by her scent and confronted by her beauty, my penis slowly started its old tricks. I kept flashing back to thoughts of her climbing the stairs in front of me, and terrible memories of how wonderful it felt to rub my cock with her white panties, and how she had found the wet spot I'd left on them.
"Maybe she didn't put two and two together...I hope."
Taking a sip and setting the beer back on the coaster, her eyes rose to catch mine just as I snuck a peek at her knees. I quickly looked up and asked, "Have you lived here alone long?" Smiling softly, she told me about having moved here to live with her high school sweetheart, and how he had gotten a job with the auto assembly plant nearby and had been transferred to Detroit. Now he seldom calls and makes it plain there is someone else he's seeing.
"Gee, that's awful, he must have been a real jerk to walk on someone as pretty as you..." I blathered, not knowing what else to say. "Well, it was pretty hard at first, but now I really like being on my own, without being tied to someone. I'm learning how to have some fun and be my own person," she said smiling and leaning back in the rocker. Her knees parted a lot this time and I could see the tops of her stockings, the white garters fastened to them and a plain view of the white nylon fabric which covered her most private parts.
I'm sure I must have made it very obvious that I was concentrating on her crotch, because when I came to my senses and looked up at her face she was grinning. "I thought I felt something familiar on those panties you returned to me in the laundry room," she said chuckling.
"I...I...Umm, I'm really sorry...I mean...Oh shit, I should never have brought them back. I don't know what to say..." I stumbled, my face more red than it ever had been before. "Hey, don't worry," she said softly, "I've got a couple of little brothers, and have had a few boyfriends so I know a little bit about boys. And anyway, I've been watching you and your buddies since you moved in, and wanted to find a way to talk to you. I think my panties must have subconsciously jumped out at you.
"Gee, really?" I mumbled, "I've wanted to meet you since the day I figured out that you were the same girl who waited on us at the diner. But, I don't want you to think I'm some sort of pervert or something..." She got up from the rocker and sat on the sofa next to me. "SSSShh!" she commanded and put her hand on mine. My left arm snaked around the back of her shoulders and pulled her closer to me and kissed her gently on the neck under her ear. A shiver ran through her, and I wondered if she felt the way my hands were trembling too.
We kissed, gentle at first and then more passionately, and our breathing increased as we got more and more aroused. My left hand slid down the back of her slippery rayon uniform, feeling the outline of her bra and full slip beneath it. Bolder now, my left hand dropped down to where I could feel the top of her garter belt at her waist, and the elastic band of her panties where they covered the belt. She rubbed the back of my neck and around and around my ear with her left hand, and pulled at my waist with her right.
I reached up and softly cupped her breast with my right hand, waiting to be rebuffed. I wasn't, and continued to trace circles around the stiff nipple which pushed through the sturdy cup fabric. Her breathing got rougher, and her right hand dropped onto my thigh sending a bolt of electricity up my spine and causing my already rigid penis to throb with anticipation.
Risking the end of this fantasy, I let my fingers go from cupping her small firm breast to tracing light lines across her belly where the garter belt and panty band cut a shallow channel into her wonderfully soft belly. She stopped breathing for a moment and I was sure she would pull me away. But soon she exhaled deeply and moved her hand up my thigh to where my cock pressed its outline against my jeans.
More boldly, I pressed my fingers down her belly, and through the layers of uniform, slip and panties could feel the place where her mound defined her secret place. She grasped my penis harder through the fabric which contained it, and I reached down to the top of her knees, running my hand along the smooth stockings. The knees parted slightly, and I slid my hand down along the inside of her right thigh, tracing the course of the seam along the bottom and rubbing softly to the rhythm of her breathing. Her legs opened more as I caressed the left with the back of my hand, and finally felt the reinforcement at the top of her stocking.
The bare skin at the top of her stocking was very warm and slightly sweaty, as was my palm. She began stroking my cock harder now, to the same rough rhythm I had set to motion on her thigh. Now was the time, and I slowly ran my fingertips up to where I felt the elastic band at her panty leg. I brushed the smooth, hot fabric with small circles and lines and could feel the gentle crease that ran up the center of the double fabric panel.
She ground her tongue into mine and ran her teeth along my lips roughly, mumbling "MMMM, Ahhh, Yesss", and finally, "Therrrre!" when I found the nub at the top of her slit. I rubbed it with my middle finger and then on either side with two fingers as she started bucking into my ministrations. The nylon was slippery, and with the double fabric at the crotch (this was before the addition of the cotton crotch panel), and her secretions, it was almost like I had lotion on my fingers. Our pace became almost frantic, as she pushed against my working fingers, and finally her right hand dug into my neck, and she went rigid, and clamped her thighs together hard around my hand and froze her clit against my pulsing fingers. "OOOhhhhh, Goddddd! OOOhhh, Stopppp, There, like that." and then breathed out what must have been the sweetest and longest breath I'd ever felt against my neck. She relaxed and opened her thighs and the grip on my neck, which I took to mean she wanted me to begin my rubbing again. But, no, she clamped down on my hand again, smiled up at me and said, "Please, no more, I can't stand it, I'm too sensitive there now." We kissed for a long time, and then I realized that my neck hurt where she had dug her nails in, and that my hardon was still raging, but her hand had stopped its work when I distracted her with my rubbing.
She grinned sheepishly when she finally noticed that her hand was still gripping my cock, and she said, "Let's get some of these things out of the way, OK?" I smiled and nodded in agreement. I slid my hand out along her stocking and felt the smooth stocking on my palm, while the slippery nylon of her slip caressed the back.
I reached up and unbuttoned the front of her uniform while kissing her gently on her swollen lips. We stood up and I slid the brown garment off her shoulders. She was truly beautiful, and seeing her standing next to me coated in nylon was the beginning of a long fascination for me with beautiful women and nylon. She undid my shirt and opened my jeans and bent down to pull them down for me to step out of. While she was on her knees, I slipped the straps of her slip and bra off her shoulders, so when she stood up I could take them off as well. On her way up, she gently kissed my cock through my jockey shorts, causing a giant tremor to run through me.
Without her bra and slip, I could see just how beautiful she really was; small firm breasts with pale hard nipples pointing up at my face, a small waist and an absolutely outstanding butt. I grabbed her to me, kissed her and ran my hand up and down her back and over the white nylon that covered the perfect cheeks of her butt.
"Hey, over on the couch, you!" she said pointing at the spot she wanted me to go to. "I haven't forgotten that mysterious spot I found on the panties you so graciously returned to me. It seems to me that you didn't rush back down to the laundry room with them when you found them, did you?" "I...I...But...but," I blathered, completely surprised by this change in her.
She looked me straight in the eyes and said, "I bet you took those new white panties of mine from the stairs, back to your bathroom and rubbed them on your big old dick, got yourself off on them, and then brought them back to me, isn't that right, bad boy?" "Na..no..ahh, you don't...I mean you shouldn't..." I stammered. "Sit!" she commanded, and startled at the sharpness of her command, I slumped into the sofa. She scooped up her dress and walked over to me, taking a seat on the coffee table in front of me with her legs spread wide apart. Confused as I was, I couldn't help but stare at the beautiful nylon covered place where my fingers had so recently been at work. I could see the same stain I'd seen in her other panties earlier, but still wet this time.
Distracted, I didn't notice her pull the panties I'd returned out of her uniform pocket until I felt her drop them over my wilting penis. "Let's see how you like the way this feels," she said rubbing the material lightly on the underside of my unfulfilled cock. "I bet you like the way these nylon panties slide across that tender skin, don't you?"
As my cock regained its former stature, she stood up with her crotch at my nose level. I could smell the rich scent I had found earlier in my bedroom, and I was transfixed by the view of the full cut, nylon panties which almost touched my nose. She almost smiled as she looked down at me, and placed a hand along side both my ears and gently pulled my face onto that place. My nose was pushed along the fragrant cleft of her cunt and between her warm thighs. She humped the top of my nose a time or two, and then to my surprise reached her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and skinned them down so they fell at her ankles.
Standing for a moment with only her garter belt and stockings on, I was transfixed by the sight of the big, full bush covering her cunt. She pulled me forward again, and this time my nose slid smoothly into the slit. I could feel the small bump marking the place at the top where her clit was, and was almost overcome by the powerful perfume she made.
The panties she had draped over my cock fluttered as it throbbed with anticipation, creating its own delightful sensations on the aching member. Pulling my face away before I could get my tongue to work on her, she dropped to her knees without a word and gathered up the panties from her feet. One pair of white panties was tented over my cock while she cupped the other pair around my balls. "I'm so sorr...," I started to say
but she interrupted me saying, "Look at this, see the wet spot you've made on my panties? It looks just like the one I found when you brought them down to me." Placing her index finger right against the tip of my cock and in the middle of the wetness, she rubbed it for a bit, making me feel light headed. Lifting the finger, she rubbed it against her thumb as she had earlier, and said, "Why this feels exactly like the stuff I found before. You naughty boy, you used my panties to get yourself off didn't you? And to think I was going to be good to you and rub your hard little friend there a bit."
"No, really, I didn't," I tried to put clear thoughts together, "I didn't, I mean I did take them into my room, but only so I could put my books down and come after you. But once I was there, I was able to smell that nice perfume you're wearing and I started thinking about you, and got kind of excited, and then I smelled your scent on them and I couldn't help myself. I did rub myself a little bit, and I did really want to cum into them, but I couldn't do it, because I wanted to bring them to you...to get a chance to meet you...honest. I'm sorry I made a spot......"
But I never finished what I was unsuccessfully trying to say because I felt a bolt of electricity shoot up my spine as she applied gentle pressure to the hand cupping my balls and rubbed the slick nylon around in small circles. Her other hand worked on my cock, the white panty now wrapped softly around the shaft, exposing the head.
Her hands kept pace with the rhythm I was establishing with my hips and I was sure that the feeling that was quickly building would be too much for my heart. Never before had I sensed such extreme excitement. Cool, smooth nylon swirled and rubbed me in agonizingly long strokes. Loose ends of the garments brushed against my thighs and belly causing those muscles to contract in pleasure. I didn't want it to ever end, and I wanted it to end over and over.
Then I knew I could hold it back no longer, and froze in that moment when all time suspends. Just then, I felt the unmistakable sensation of her warm, wet mouth and tongue encircling the head of by straining cock, applying the final pressure with a couple of quick strokes of her tongue. I came, in a blinding explosion of light, sound and ecstasy. When I could breath and think again, I opened my eyes to see she still had my shrinking penis in he mouth, and she was still rubbing my balls with the nylon.
"Please, no more, I'm the one too sensitive this time," I said.
She smiled softly, reached up and kissed me deeply, and curled up next to me on the sofa.
"I'm really sorry, for not bringing your panties right down to you...", I started to say.
"No, I'm the one who should be sorry, I started out to tease you and before I knew it, I had really been mean to you. I didn't mind what I found, hey, I've got brothers and have had boy friends who have 'borrowed' my panties before from my hamper or dressers. In fact it sort of fascinates me."
"I didn't want to hurt your feelings, because I've been looking for a way to meet you since I saw you and your buddies move into the building. I like the gentle, loving kind of guy you seem to be, and I'd sure like to find out more about you. I searched my brain to find the right to express what I was feeling at that moment, and as usual just blurted, "Gee, I really do like you a lot, and I've also been trying to find a way to meet you. I hope you don't think that I'm some kind of freak who doesn't like regular sex or anything, cuz I really do..."
"Listen," she said, "Why don't we go find a more comfortable place to carry on this conversation, like my bedroom? I don't think you're weird or anything like that, in fact, I sort of like the way you get all excited about nylon and panties. I might like to see how crazy I could get you if I draped my panties over your cock and rubbed my clit with it, maybe even try making love that way...how kinky is that?"
All I could do was grin, and walk off to the bedroom to find out more about this very special woman. Just as we were about to sit on the bed I flashed on the four loaded washing machines in the basement and said, "Holy cow, what about our laundry? Maybe we ought to go down and get it out of the machines before someone gets mad."
"If you don't come over here onto the bed this minute, I'm going to show you someone who's really mad," she said as I slid next to her - and found out all sorts of dreams can really come true if you find the right person to share them with.