Date: Sat, 06 Jul 2002 02:31:32 +0000
From: Lacy <lacenouveau@hotmail.com>
Subject: Loving Lingerie

The following story is intended for adult readers only.


      It's hard to recall when exactly I began loving women's underwear.
Perhaps in the late 50s, when I was five or six. I had a babysitter who
would invite her girlfriends over while watching me. They would have
"fashion shows", bringing with them their latest clothes acquisitions;
blouses, skirts, shorts, etc. They would try each others clothing on,
comment on how cute they all looked. Little did they know I was also
watching them. I would see these teenage girls undress and dress up again,
see them in their white cotton panties and bras. Of course, they just
regarded me as a little kid. They weren't shy around me. If my parents were
going to be particularly late, I would spend the night at her house.
Sometimes her girlfriends would be there for a sleep-over, sometimes she and
I would be by ourselves. Either way, I got to witness lovely young women in
their nightclothes; nightgowns, shorty p.j.s, baby dolls, sometimes just
baggy t-shirts and panties. I thought they were all very pretty and I
somehow knew I was sharing something very intimate with them.

     My parents would get catalogs from Sears and Montgomery Ward. I would
look through them, mostly looking at the toy section, wishing for things I
would probably never get. Sometimes I turned to the pages with lingerie and
girls underwear. For some reason these pictures of women and girls dressed
in various types of undergarments appealed to me. These were the clothes
that you don't see in real life, the things that were only hinted at. You
might see an outline of a bra through a white blouse or the bottom of a slip
peeking from beneath a dress, but they weren't meant to be seen. In the
catalogs the panties were mostly full-cut briefs. This was before the age of
bikinis and thongs. The brassieres were severe practical designs. Nothing to
enhance cleavage or appear soft to the touch. Still, they were trimmed with
lace. Very pretty, I thought...and very appealing. But then I began to want
to see and touch the real thing.

     I tried to investigate my mother's dresser drawers when I had a chance
to be alone. (I no longer needed babysitting, unfortunately). It was very
disappointing. Her selection of underwear was sparse and the colors were
dingy. And when I pulled out her briefs they seemed huge. Nothing like the
more petite panties of my sitter and her friends. So I began girlwatching.
Not so much for the women and girls themselves, but for their
clothing...and, more importantly, what was under them. I watched them as
they walked, noticing nyloned legs and thought about the nylons and garters
I saw in the catalogs. Occasionally a wind would pick up the dress and I
might see a stocking top, maybe with a garter hook attached. If a woman was
sitting in a careless fashion or was getting out of a car I would try to
position myself in a way to peek up her dress, sometimes catching a glimpse
of thigh above her stockings and a brief peek at panties, but with mostly
disappointing results. It all still remained a mystery, but a challenging
one.

     In elementary school I would watch the girls in my class looking for
opportunities to look up their dresses. I would drop pencils and take my
time picking them up, looking at the legs behind me. Sometimes they would
sit carelessly and I'd get a good view of legs, inner thighs and, of course,
their panties. Seeing different fabrics and colors, and some with patterns,
made my curiosity grow. I was caught at this sometimes and would get dirty
looks. I tried to act innocently but I'm sure they knew what I was doing.
During recess, I would watch them climb on the monkey bars. Their skirts
would sometimes raise up for some good views of legs, slips and panties.

     Later, when the girls grew breasts and began wearing brassieres I would
try to peek down their blouses to see their tits as well as their bras.
Sometimes the space between the buttons on their blouses would gape open and
a glimpse of white lace and pink flesh would be revealed.
I knew this obsession with looking at girls' underwear was unusual. None of
my friends seemed to share this interest so I kept it to myself. As we
matured and reached puberty (and had our 'social hygiene' lessons) the only
interest they had was just to 'screw' them. I played along, trying to be
'one of the guys'. But I kept on dropping pencils, looking up skirts and
peeking down blouses. But now there was an added dimension to all this. For
some reason my penis would become hard, sometimes very inconveniently, when
I pursued my voyeurism. Our 'social hygiene' classes only taught us the
rudimentaries of sex. These boners really puzzled me.

     When I was about twelve a neighbor, who was a year older than me,
showed me how to jack off. I was going to sleep over at his house. His
bedroom had two single beds. After we got undressed down to our underwear
and settled into bed for the night he reached under his mattress and pulled
out some 'mens' magazine. He told me to check out a certain page. There was
a woman, smiling into the camera, lifting her dress to show off stockinged
legs and a hint of panty. It was as if she was inviting me to look. My dick
rose to full attention. I must have stared at her for many long minutes,
fascinated by the sight, feeling some sort of misplaced excitement. I looked
over at him as he paged through another magazine while touching his hard-on
through his underwear. He looked up and asked me if I wanted to beat off
together with him.  My puzzled look must have told him I hadn't done that
yet which I then admitted to. He laughed and said how great it felt and that
he'd show me how. He said it looked like I was all ready to go and pointed
at my crotch. I looked down and saw my own erection tenting the front of my
shorts. He slid his underwear down and I stared at his big, hard dick. It
was larger than mine and he had pubic hair on his tight scrotum and a small
patch above his stiff cock. He told me to pull my pants down, too. I was a
bit embarrassed about showing my smaller, nearly hairless cock, but went
ahead and pulled them down and released my straining dick. He swung his legs
over and sat on the edge of his bed facing me, his underwear around his
ankles. He said it was easy, just hold your stiff dick in a loose fist and
pull on it. He wrapped his hand around his cock and began stroking slowly to
demonstrate. I turned and sat facing him as my shorts fell to the floor and
copied what he was doing. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to feel. As he
stroked his cock he leaned back and leafed through his magazine,
occasionally stopping for a long look. I looked over at the lady in my
magazine. After several minutes I noticed his breathing picked up and he
closed his eyes. As I continued to jack off, his dick seemed to grow bigger
and stiffer as he pulled on it faster. I sped up my jacking too, getting
more and more excited alternately looking at the magazine and watching him.
I felt a pressure building up and I knew something was going to happen.
Suddenly he moaned and I saw some white stuff shoot out of his cock and then
a another stream shoot up farther onto his belly. It kind of scared me, but
then this feeling built up in my lower belly and cock and it felt like I had
to pee. Then a little white drop appeared at the end of my dick, and then
more flowed out over my hand and down my shaft. There was a great release of
tension and it felt really good. I continued to pull slower and watched as
my boner grew soft. I looked up as he was cleaning himself off with tissues.
He grinned as he handed me the tissue box to clean myself off with and asked
if I liked it. I could just smile. Later we talked about what had happened
and both agreed it had been great fun. In the morning neither of us had to
say a thing. He handed me another magazine and we had a repeat performance
of the night before. It was better for me because now I sort of knew what to
expect.

    Over the summer, John and I spent many hours jacking off together in the
attic of his garage where we wouldn't be disturbed. We never touched each
other. Although I thought it might be fun, he never seemed interested so I
never pursued that avenue. We were just jack-off buddies. He had a stash of
men's magazines which we used for our sessions. They weren't as blatant as
skin mags are today. Pubic hair couldn't be shown yet so subsequently the
women wore a lot of lingerie. That certainly fueled my lust for ladies
underwear. Seeing them dressed in frilly, lacy full cut briefs, stockings
with garter belts, lace bras...it all turned me on. They posed in very
salacious ways to best show off their lingerie and bodies. Sure, the women
themselves were great, but if they weren't wearing some kind of satin and
lace I wasn't really interested.

     One day, as I left to go home, leaving him alone to 'read' his
magazines, I passed through the garage on my way out. There, on a clothes
line hung a collection of his sister's and mother's underwear drying after
being recently laundered. I stopped and stared at the damp wonders before
me. There were a half dozen bras, about a dozen panties, a couple of
half-slips and a full slip. My eyes gravitated to the panties as I imagined
which ones were who's. I guessed the smaller nylon briefs were his sister's
and the larger full-cut cotton panties were his mother's. His sister was my
age and had a cute figure. I began to imagine her dressed only in a bra and
panties. Then her mother came into my mind. She was also pretty good looking
and, as I pictured her similarly attired, I began to get an erection. I
heard my friend upstairs begin to move around and I snapped out of my
reverie. Without thinking I walked over and grabbed two pairs of panties off
the line, a pale blue nylon pair and a white cotton pair and stuffed them in
my pocket. I tossed the clothespins aside so the theft wouldn't seem so
obvious. I nearly ran all the way home, looking over my shoulder to make
sure no one was chasing me, demanding their underwear back. As I approached
my house I slowed down and caught my breath. Entering the house I was
relieved to see my parents weren't home from work yet. In my room I pulled
the panties from my pocket and shoved them under my mattress. My heart was
still beating hard when my parents arrived home. I tried to act as naturally
as possible through dinner and the rest of the evening until bedtime.
Bidding my parents goodnight I went to my room and quietly locked the door.
I thought to myself, what in the world have I done. Stealing underwear like
that is not normal. I fully intended to try to sneak back and return them
the next day. I stripped to my shorts and t-shirt and got under the covers.
I tried to read but couldn't concentrate. I knew sleep would be impossible.
Finally I decided, well, I've got 'em, why not have a better look at 'em.
Reaching under the mattress I felt around and found the nylon panties. I
slowly pulled them out. They still felt a little damp, but they smelled so
fresh and clean. I held them up and looked at them. The pale blue fabric was
so sheer. There was lace around the waistband and leg holes. I noticed the
double fabric at the crotch...nylon on the outside and white cotton on the
inside. I looked at the tag inside. Size 6 from J.C.Penny's. What is this
fascination I have? I felt myself getting a hard-on as I rubbed the silky
fabric between my fingers and held them to my nose. How lucky girls were to
be able to wear such things. They sure felt better than my scratchy cotton
shorts. Then the idea came to mind to put the panties on. I knew it was
weird but I really wanted to try them on. I swung my legs out of bed and
hurriedly pulled off my t-shirt and pulled down my shorts. With trembling
hands (and an erect dick) I stood up holding the panties in front of me. I
bent over, stepped into them and slowly pulled them up. The silky feeling of
the nylon sliding up my legs and then enveloping my ass and genitals nearly
made me cum. They fit me a perfectly as I snapped the waistband up over my
straining boner. I smoothed the lacy leg holes into place and ran my hands
over my ass and hips as I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. In the
light I could see the faint outline of my balls and erection through the
sheer nylon. Turning around I looked at my butt and ran my hand over my
smooth pantied cheeks. I turned back and closed my eyes. I reached down and
cupped my balls in my hand and then ran my fingers over my cock and rubbed
it gently. In less than ten seconds my cock erupted in orgasm. I had quickly
pulled the panties down in time to avoid cumming in them as I unloaded thick
creamy streams in the air. After a minute, my legs trembling, I looked into
the mirror and saw myself, pale blue panties down around my thighs, my
half-hard dick dripping semen on the floor and a crooked grin on my face.
Now I knew what my fascination with ladies' underwear was all about. I
reluctantly slipped the panties off, tucked them back under my mattress and
cleaned up the sticky mess on the floor. Before I got back into bed I
reached  under the mattress and found the cotton panties. They were a bit
larger than the nylon ones. I quickly put them on, got under the covers and
turned out the light. As I lay there I reached down and ran my hands over
the soft cotton. I grew hard but vowed I wouldn't masturbate. I just laid
there and enjoyed wearing them. I now realize it was at that point I became
a confirmed, lifelong panty lover.

     In the morning after a good night's sleep as I slowly began to wake up
I unconsciously reached down to scratch myself and felt the soft cotton of
the panties I had slept in. I instantly became hard. My resolve to not jack
off melted away as I cupped my tight scrotum and balls through the thin
fabric. I began to lightly touch my cock with my fingertips, slowly stroking
it. The fantasies in my mind pictured the many catalog and magazine images,
the skirts I had looked up, and before long I sensed my approaching orgasm.
I felt my balls tighten up and my cock became rigid. I closed my eyes
tightly and squeezed my dick through the cotton. My hand grew hot and wet as
I shot my load of cum into the panties. Another hot spurt flooded them again
as I continued to stroke and pull my cock. As I slowed my pace I felt very
happy, but very wet and sticky. There's no way I could return the pilfered
panties now, even if I had wanted to. I waited until I was sure my parents
had left for work and slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. There I
peeled the sticky panties off, rinsed them in the sink and dried them with
my mom's hair dryer. Then I stashed them under my mattress along with my
nylon pair.

     After Junior High School began my neighbor and I stopped our jack-off
sessions. He wanted to hang around guys his age and didn't want a little kid
like me bothering him. I never got another chance to "borrow" any more of
his sister's and mom's underwear so I had to make do with the two pair I
had. He also let me have a couple of the magazines which I had hidden with
the panties. In school I continued my surreptitious peeking, dropping
pencils, trying to look down blouses, looking for outlines of bras, noticing
panty lines visible on girls in tight skirts. I didn't make many close
friends and girlfriends were out of the question. My grades were pretty good
so academics wasn't a problem. Just this driving need to look at lingerie
and my quest to obtain more for myself. One Friday on my way home from
school on the bus a girl, in her haste to catch up with her friends getting
off at their stop, left her gym bag behind. It was just across the aisle
from me. A few stops later, just before my stop, the bus had nearly emptied
and so when I got up to leave I casually grabbed the bag and took it with
me. It felt strange carrying it as I walked home. I hoped no one recognized
it for what it was. I hid it on the patio as my folks were home. Later,
after they went to bed, I sneaked out and brought it back to my room. I had
no idea what to expect. I knew the girls wore black shorts and white blouses
in gym class. As I unzipped the bag a slight musty odor arose. It wasn't
necessarily unpleasant just, well, musty. I opened the bag up and on top was
a crumpled white blouse. I pulled it out and held it up. It was dirty, of
course, but not too stinky. Under the blouse were black shorts. As I pulled
them out I saw underneath them what appeared to be some underwear all
bunched together. Tossing the shorts and blouse aside I reached in and
pulled out a pair of pink nylon panties and a white bra. My hands shook as I
held them. I put the handful of nylon and lace to my nose and breathed in a
deep, rich girl-smell. It wasn't bad at all. The combination of holding the
lingerie in my hand and smelling them gave me a raging hard-on. I spread the
panties out on my bed and disengaged the straps of the bra and laid it
carefully down. I quickly took off my clothes and turned to stare at the
underwear arrayed on the bed. I noticed the panties more like hip-huggers
than the full-cut briefs I had. As my cock throbbed I picked up the bra and
held it out by the straps and turned it around. I looked at the tag. Size 34
B. OK, I thought. Let's find out what this is all about. I slipped my arms
through the straps, held the hooks in each hand and reached behind myself.
After a few attempts at hooking them I gave up and slid my arms out of the
straps. I brought the hooks around the front and clasped them. Then I pulled
the bra around and looped my arms through the straps again and tugged it all
into place. It wasn't too tight as I had feared. The constraint around my
body was arousing. The cups were a little loose as I had nothing to fill
them with. I adjusted the straps so it fit me more comfortably. After a
minute or so I sat down on the bed and picked up the panties. Like my
neighbor's sister's they were size 6 so I knew they would fit me. The white
cotton inner panel had a slight stain. From what, I wondered. Pee or other
girl stuff? I looked closer and sniffed. A little gamy but not really rank.
I leaned over and slipped them over my feet and stood to pull them up my
legs. They rode a little lower on my hips so the head of my cock poked out
over the waist band. I pushed it down and to the left so it was encased
inside the pink nylon. I turned to the mirror and looked myself over. Seeing
myself in panties is one thing, but wearing a brassiere also made me very
hot. I ran my hands slowly over my hips, letting one hand rub my nylon
covered butt as the other slid up over my belly and onto the bra. As I
touched my nipples through the lacy cups they got hard. I looked down at the
floor and saw the blouse and shorts laying there. Without thinking I picked
up the blouse and slipped it on. When I tried to button it I found the
buttons were opposite the ones on my shirts. I awkwardly got it buttoned up
and reached for the shorts. As I stepped into them I found they had a zipper
on the side...no fly in the front. I zipped them up and they fit me fine.
Again, I looked at myself in the mirror. Except for having no tits and a
straining bulge in the front of my shorts, I looked like I was ready to play
girls' volleyball. What I was really ready for was to masturbate. I put a
chair in front of the mirror. I watched myself as I slowly unbuttoned the
blouse. I let it hang open revealing the bra underneath. I unzipped the side
zipper on the shorts and let them drop to my feet. I sat down and rubbed my
cock through the nylon, the head poking over the waist band. I cupped my
pantied balls with my left hand as the fingers of my right hand stroked the
shaft through the panties. Soon my breathing increased and I felt my cock
pulse, grow harder and release a warm stream of semen that flowed halfway up
my belly. Two more spurts of cum pooled up and then flowed down either side
of my stomach. As my cock softened and slipped back under the waist band of
the panties a few drops of cum created dark pink spots. I looked down and
saw some had dripped from my sides and onto the blouse. I sat up and took
the blouse off and used it to clean myself up. I dropped it to the floor and
then reached around and unhooked the bra. As I slowly let the straps fall
down my arms I noticed they had left red marks on my shoulders. I kicked the
shorts on top of the blouse and dropped the bra on top of them. I lifted my
butt and slipped the panties down my legs and off my feet. I took them and
the rest of the clothes and shoved the whole mess into the gym bag and hid
it in the back of my closet. I got into bed naked and thought about how much
I enjoyed my little session.

     Over the years I discovered new ways to add to my collection of
lingerie and I've expanded my interest to include stockings and slips, silky
night gowns and pajamas. Panty styles have changed and I've collected most
of them...bikinis, hip-huggers, tap pants, French cut panties, G-strings,
thongs, boy-leg panties, pettipants. Call me old fashioned but I still enjoy
most the feeling of full nylon briefs enveloping my ass and genitals.

     I hope you've enjoyed my 'brief' history of lingerie loving. I'll leave
you with an account of my most recent session.

     I found the suitcase containing all my lingerie. I popped the latch and
opened the lid. A slight scent of perfume wafted up. The usual excited
anticipation grew within me as I looked at the collection of silken
treasures. I quickly undressed, tossing aside the t-shirt and jeans, socks
and jockey shorts. Feeling in a dark, sexy mood I opted for black. I reached
in and found the dark nylons and garter belt. I could feel the suspenders
dangle against my thighs after hooking the belt in the back. I looked down
and saw my cock begin to get hard. I sat on the edge of the bed and bunched
up a stocking as I crossed one leg over the other. I pulled the stocking
over my toe and slowly up my leg. The feeling of such a wispy thing encasing
my leg is marvelous. I attached the hooks and smoothed the stocking with my
hands. My cock grew as I pulled up the other stocking and clipped it onto
the garter belt. Standing up and moving to the full length mirror my eyes
moved up and saw my half hard dick framed by the garters. I turned back to
my suitcase and pulled out a black lace bra, a black full slip and a pair of
black silk panties. I laid the slip and bra on the bed and held the panties
in front of me. They were Vanity Fair with lace inserts at the sides. I
slipped one stockinged foot through the leg opening and then the other. Very
slowly pulling the panties up I felt the silk rub against the nylon
stockings. The feeling brings my cock to full length as I pulled them up and
ran my fingers around the leg holes and fit them into place. I pulled the
waistband up tightly and looked down and saw the faint outline of my dick
through the thin fabric and my nylon-sheathed legs below. Slipping my arms
through the bra straps I reached behind and attached the hooks. I picked up
the slip and put my arms through the opening and pulled it over my head. It
fell down over my body and the feeling of nylon against nylon nearly made me
come. I straightened the shoulder straps of both bra and slip into place and
turned to looked at myself in the mirror. I struck a few poses and decided I
looked pretty good. I sat down on the edge of the bed in front of the mirror
and slowly crossed my legs hearing the swish of one stocking against the
other. The slip rode up a little and I caught a glimpse of stocking top and
bare thigh and a peek of the black panties. I moved my leg and could feel
the silky nylon panties stretch across my hard cock. Uncrossing my legs I
spread them slightly, teasingly, giving me a better view under the slip and
the crotch of my black panties covering my balls. I slid up onto the bed and
propped my head on the pillows. Closing my eyes I ran my hands down the slip
over my chest. I let my fingertips touch and lightly pinch my nipples
through the slip and bra. They grew hard and I slid my hands down over my
belly and further down to fondle my cock through the layers of silk. I
turned onto my side and ran a hand over the cheeks of my ass letting my
fingers feel the cleft near my anus and probe lightly there while I stroked
my cock encased in silk. Feeling my orgasm approaching I turned over on my
back and reached down and slowly pulled the slip up, enjoying the feeling of
the silky material gliding over my nylons, across my bare thighs and over
the panties. I looked down and saw my hard cock tenting the panties. I
pulled the hem of the slip higher and spread my legs apart. I let my right
hand move to my knee to feel the silken stocking and up over my bare inner
thigh and between my legs and began stroking the thin fabric under my balls.
The fingers of my other hand gently touched my penis through the silken
panties. I rubbed my legs together enjoying the feeling of nylon stocking
sliding against nylon stocking as I pressed my fingers into my crotch. I
stroked my cock faster and squeezed my balls through the silky panties. I
could see a growing wet spot from the precum on my panties at the tip of my
cock and, as I wrapped my hand around my penis and squeezed, I came. I felt
the warm semen flow over my lower belly and saw it seep through the lace
inserts. I slowed my pace as another flow of cum filled the front of my
panties. My heart beat slower and my breathing became normal. I laid quietly
and looked down at the disarray of the lingerie I was wearing. I pulled the
waistband of the panties away and looked at the creamy mess I had made. Time
to do my laundry again.

Any questions, comments or stories you'd like to send to me are welcomed.
Many thanks for reading my story.

Lacy

lacenouveau@hotmail.com