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PANTY STORY # 64
18 yrs old and in the navy
When I went into the navy, let me rephrase that, when I was forced from my home and into the military (any branch, your choice) I chose the navy, too many John Wayne movies I guess. Alright, lets go slug it out with the big guys. I am 17 going on 13 but am ready to take on the adult world... RIGHT. I learned early on that I was insignificant in this place and thought all sailors were gay, based on the amount of times guys grabbed my butt. Another story. I am straight after all these years, sort sounds like lyrics if you are paying attention. Well during the navy experience I must tell you that panties were hard to find (sorry about that, I just had to do it.) I was out one night with a buddy and he seemed bent on doing destruction of some kind. We had somehow managed to get a pint of bourbon with fake i.d. Not being used to this spirit I soon fell to my baser instincts. We walked behind a row of apartment buildings in our stupor and guess what, clothes lines a plenty. I am in heaven. First time drunk and no one in my way. My friend and buddy wants to do some destruction of some kind but all I can see is unending clotheslines, all full.. I suggest that I will jump the fence and pull down one of the clotheslines, knowing that all I want to do is get close and feel the lingerie that I KNOW is there. Well he says yes and I am superman, flying over that fence. I went to the second tier of laundry and found panties. Funny how women think that this will somehow deter someone like me. No way, women protect your panties because I am always on the prowl. Well there were a plethora of panties on this line and I suddenly didn't care about a minor act of terrorism, I just wanted panties. If I had done this at 50, I would probably checked for bras, slips or any other garment that we all love. Just a stupid kid I guess. I had the panties in my hand, but I had a new problem, the guy with me. I hate to admit it but I left those soft, silky panties that I wanted wrapped around my cock because I wasn't ready to expose myself. I look back and ask myself. "why didn't you go back on your own?" I have no answer but I do have the memory and no one can take that away.
Panties in the navy, continued
I hope that there is some continuity here, but when we sailed for Japan the panty horizon was bleak. It's not like the focus was then like it is now. So many missed opportunities. That is life. When we got to Japan it was like another world. Pussy was just a pocketful of yen. Yen did not equate to real money, that comeuppance didn't happen till later. Anyway, when we would come into port we would be a group of young men that was just about to spill. I remember those days, I can still spill but probably not like when I was 18. We went into our homeport, Yokosuka, Japan and everyone hit the beach, me included. We went to a whorehouse because that was where you got laid in those days. I went with a group of peers and soon found a place. We all selected a woman and retired to a private room. The drill was, you give her the money and she disappears downstairs to give the money to someone else. No big deal, lets just wait till she returns and she is going to get her moneys worth. I walked to the window while I was waiting and noticed something I had never seen before. It was a plastic circle, about 2 feet wide that would rotate when swung. Lucky me, it was a mini clothes line filled with panties. It was dark out so I grabbed the first ones I touched. I stuffed them into the toe of my dress shoe for lack of a better place. The woman returned and we of course had sex but I could not shake the feeling that I had panties in my toe. As we left the whorehouse, I could barely walk because the panties were so bunched in my shoe. I finally had to stop because I could not walk. I quickly pulled them out in front of my friends and held them up and sniffed them freshly laundered and smelling great. One of the guys with me snatched them from my hand and also sniffed them, deeply (what is your take on this?) He returned them and they became my mid-watch sex life. For a while, they were my only outlet but they soon turned to a fabric, much like cardboard and I buried them in the South China Sea. So much for life.
The continuing saga of panties in the navy
As I read my last posting I see I left out so many details I am ashamed. Forgive me, panty lovers. The time I wrote about, getting drunk and finding the unending clothes lines, was genuine but I had not fully solidified into pantydom yet. I have fantasized about that many times, with a pair of nylon briefs wrapped around mr. happy and wishing for H.G. Wells to loan me his time machine. You know where I would have gone. If I had been alone I would have probably taken a couple of pair and walked the one block to the beach and proceeded to fill them with 17 yr. old semen. I had no way to take them back to the ship and keep them but I might have stuffed them into someone’s mail box. what an interesting concept. What a surprise when someone went for the mail. Oh the ramblings of an aging panty lover. Addressing the story when I went to the whorehouse and found the best little portable clothesline in the world, filled with panties once again needing the time machine, I would today, have stripped it clean. That pussy cost more than the value of the stuff on the line. As it was, I ended up with a pair of powder blue briefs with lace at the leg openings. They served me well. Many, many nights I came off of the mid-watch (midnight to four) jumped into my rack and pulled out the blue panties. I was very careful to not make noise or noticeable movement but would bring myself to maximum orgasm in them. It didn't take too long until they were unserviceable, even by my low standards. That is why I buried them at sea. A fitting end for a sailor’s panties. Who knows they might have washed on shore somewhere, they certainly had enough flotation, provided by me. I was now without any panties and coming off the midwatch was not the same. Sorry about that. We were scheduled to pull into Okinawa and there would be shore leave and being my first time there I asked the "old salts", where do you get laid here? The response was, village one, village one and a half, village two etc. I was with the same group that I hung with and we managed to get to village one and a half, talk about hormones. I went with an attractive asian woman to her bungalow and gave her some greenbacks and she disappeared. Right on cue I went through her stuff and had a difficult time finding the good stuff. I knew that she would return quickly so my searching had a certain amount of haste to it. Guess what? Blue must be my lucky color because that was what I could find in the time I had. After letting loose my teenage (after being at sea) load I waited for my friends and we set out back for White Beach on foot. I pulled those bad boys in front of the same guy as in the last story, wondering if he would respond as he had done before. Bingo, he snatched them and made a comment about how I was lucky or something. Bullshit, you make your own luck. I know that there is a guy in Alabama that likes panties as much as the rest of us. Those Okinawan panties served me well as had the Japanese ones but met a similar fate. The only other navy panty stories I know are brief (sorry about that) but interesting. We would all sort laundry as a group. Everything was stenciled and it made a lot of sense to do this to cut down on the time this chore took. There was a pair of white nylon briefs that seemed to be there every time we sorted laundry. To this day I don't know who they belonged to and I wanted to snatch them but the danger seemed too high. Someone in the compartment was more brazen than I. The interesting thing was that no one seemed to make much of those briefs, after the first time I saw them they were regarded as just laundry. I never found out what happened to them but I suspect that are probably at the bottom of the South China Sea. The only other incident I can recall was that one day one of the radarmen came back to the ship after liberty and was observed to be wearing panties. In this environment people would get in your face, right now, and that happened. He made up a lame story about getting drunk the night before and shitting his pants. He was wearing his girlfriends panties while she washed his skivvies. YEAH, RIIIGHT, WE ALL BELIEVE THAT. My only regret is that I did not take a golden opportunity to cruise the Japanese department stores. Other than in the bars, everyone spoke Japanese so I could have been invisible as I could have cruised thru the lingerie section and checked out everything. No one knew me, I could have done anything I wanted. It took me many years to get to that place and now I am looking for H.G. Wells, I need to borrow the time machine again.