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PANTY STORY # 78
Before I get into my story, let me say that I've really enjoyed reading what so many of you have to say about panties in this expanding library we have at llapa.com. Like all of you, I've harbored and nursed my personal interest activities with panties over the past 13 years... However, unlike most of you here, I am a relatively younger — 23 years old. I find it very interesting to see how our different sexual socializations from the 50’s, 60’s, 70’s and 80’s impact our esthetics concerning what constitutes a sexy pair of panties. While I find the larger briefs and slips and garters of the earlier part of the century totally neutered and void of sexual arousal, I likewise appreciate that many of you find my interest in skimpy, silky thongs and string bikinis a bit too vulgar and void of the sensual drivers you appreciate. Neither is good nor bad, but merely representative of different cultural mores and expectations of our respective youths combined with personal predilections.
Regardless of your particular esthetic preference, I'm amazed by the constancy of behavior and impassioned panty desire we share in common. The thrill of observing a beautiful woman’s panties unawares, of opening the vanity drawer and being overcome with a swooning giddiness of lust, of pouring your total desires into a woman's femininity via her most private of sartorial selections... this is the archetype that unites us despite the particulars. It's very beautiful.
That said, allow me to share one totally true and treasured account from two years ago....
My senior-year roommate from college had invited his younger sister to visit us for the weekend during a sibling weekend event in the spring.. I was very excited to host Allysa since I had seen photos of this 18 year old midwestern beauty and actually jacked off fantasizing about her on a couple occasions, based just on family photos in our dorm-room.
She arrived in our room on a Friday evening after a three hour drive, and was delectably adorable. A perfect nubile figure, a brunette pixie with short hair, long neck, decked out in a short skirt for an evening of dancing. I fell in love with this young woman on first sight. My roommate had often kidded me that I could never hook up with his sister..."even though I know you'll want if you meet her. Most guys tell me they do."
Yes, he knew I wanted her and was used to the level of attention she garnered from any sane young man. However, I knew she liked me too from that first night on campus. How hard was it? I'm a decent looking, smart guy with a four year advantage on her. Come on! So, she and I danced and drank, and spoke on the porch of a frat house. I remember how she held her beer cup high and close to her chest, how she told me she wondered what her fate would be since she found the entire college scene passé before she had ever even arrived. She was so bright, so well-traveled already, energetic, flirtatious in such a womanly way it made me want to absorb her into my being, to simply meld into her in every sensual, loving way possible, it was almost brotherly ... except that I kept noticing that she was wearing either no panties or a thong under that tight black skirt... and that made my interest pique even more, since I'm an unabashed skimpy panty fetishist and have been since my early teens.
Things eventually wound down at the party by 3 am and we started to sober... so my roommate, sibling Alyssa, and myself all headed back to our dorm room. I had already surrendered my bed, the lower bunk, to Alyssa, and I would sleep on blankets on the floor. After we got to the room, we let Alyssa to the bathroom with her duffel bag to prepare for sleep (a bag that I so wanted to snoop through, as I know all of you would, as well)
With all lights off, Alyssa came out of the bathroom in a thigh-length cotton overshirt, carrying her duffel bag. She placed the duffel bag quietly next to me and climbed into the lower bunk to sleep.
You know where I'm going... I waited what seemed like eternity and was probably 15 minutes... then I slowly prodded my hand into her duffel bag... I had to be very careful not to make any noise with the zipper, to feel past her shirt, her socks, the skirt... Ah THE SKIRT! I could feel and identify it by the fabric. And yes, dear reader, nestled inside that skirt rested my elusive treasure... the thong to fuel all thong fetishes... it was silky... this had to be scripted by the gods for me!
I carefully removed the tiny fist-full of fabric out of the bag and brought it to my nose. God, my heart was beating. She was only three feet away. Her brother only 6 feet above me, blissfully snoring.
The scent, oh god, her perfect scent! Do you know that special one? It's different for each of us, I'm sure, so I won't attempt to define the particulars. But it was that scent of her youthful pussy mingled with perfume, so intoxicating. I recalled how I had been dancing with her earlier in the night, the sweat mixed with her own juices. I think I gasped audibly when I inhaled the second or third time, because she stirred briefly. I had to know the color... but I had no way of knowing from the darkness. I had only the silky texture and the perfect pussy smell. Then I realized I could open the fridge. It was a small dorm-type unit next to me. So, I opened it softly, and let a small ray of fridge light fall out on the room. I had to be careful not to let it get to large and wake either of them.
The panties were black. A thin silk black thong from Victoria Secret, size 6. Judging from the condition of the tag, they were new (and still look that way today...a bit of foreshadowing).
You can imagine that at this point, I was hornier than I had ever been in my life. I wanted this woman so badly, and now I, the panty fetishist, had her panties in hand and to nose, as she lay near me.
I could see that Alyssa was on her side facing the wall, so I opened the fridge door a bit more, and let a ray of light cast on her lower body... and the wall in front of her. I waited to see if there was a reaction. None.
See, I wanted to get a glimpse of her body as I jacked off. That's what I was trying to arrange... why not go for perfection, right?
I waited a bit longer and still no movement from Alyssa... then I heard her start to snore ever so lightly, along with her brother. That's what I needed, some confirmation that no witnesses were awake.
So, I began something I have never tried since, given the extreme unlikelyhood of the whole event... I lifted up my comforter with which she was sleeping and scooted it up on her leg. This took the better part of one minute to accomplish without drawing attention to my actions or waking her. Not mention that I had a deep shake running through my body as I did it.... you know the shake, right?
Now, I had exposed to me by fridge light the lower half of her body, her milky legs so firm and disappearing up under a long t-shirt. I knew I could never get the whole shirt lifted to expose her ass, but I thought I had a good enough view. I sat myself at the end of my bed, very carefully, and arranged the fridge light to fall on her body as I sniffed her panties and whacked with my right hand... god, I had no receptacle and I didn't care.
She moved! Sweet jesus, she rolled onto her belly and her left leg spread up with it. Instinctually, she covered herself with the comforter. I waited. I waited. I waited. Then I moved the comforter to the side... and I saw revealed before me, I swear on the Bible, dear friends, her brown haired little pussy and ass lit by my cheap little fridge. This was heaven.
I got closer, sniffing her panties and I whacked myself furiously... I stared at that luscious little box, her lips parted, her ass so small and firm... I came with force onto my t-shirt.
Of course, I replaced everything to its proper position... However, the next morning when she was in the shower, and I could confirm that she had clean panties, I took her thong back out of the bag and I kept it. It was very risky, but I HAD to have it.
Alyssa never mentioned to me, nor to her brother, I presume. I've always thought she suspected I might have taken it, since who else could've? I know she probably remembered placing it in her duffel bag... But I know her well enough to know she probably finds it flattering, but would never say...
Maybe I'll ask her after we're married... Next October, 2007!
Happy Hunting,
Dave
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