This is a work of fiction. It should be read by adults, etc. etc. Comments are welcome.
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High School Panties
It was the first day of summer school. I only had one two-hour class in algebra from ten until noon which, if I did well in I wouldn't have to take the class in my junior year. I was sixteen but I didn't have a car yet. Besides, my high school was only a few blocks away from my home and the weather was great so I didn't mind walking. To the casual observer I appeared to be an average guy dressed in jeans, T-shirt and running shoes. But I smiled at my secret that no one else could see ... that I was also wearing a pair of floral, full-cut nylon panties.
I began playing with my sister's panties about four years ago. I was twelve and had only begun to know the joy of masturbation. I would usually jack off at bathtime when I was sure I'd be left alone. One summer evening while the water was filling the tub I undressed and lifted the hamper lid to toss in my clothes. Laying on top was a pair of light blue nylon panties, probably my sister's. I dropped my clothes in after picking the panties up. The fabric felt so soft in my hands. I turned off the water. My cock was already half-hard in anticipation of my upcoming (pun intended) wank. The steamy warmth of the bathroom made me a little lightheaded. Without thinking I stepped into the panties and drew them up my legs. As they engulfed my hardening dick and I pulled them up tightly I turned and looked in the full-length mirror. Something else was full-length too as I saw my cock straining against the front of the panties. I turned slowly and loved the way the light blue contrasted against my tan skin and the way the soft nylon hugged my butt. I ran my hands over my ass and I sensed my balls tightening up. As I moved my hands forward I turned to face the mirror again. The second my fingers touched my cock I felt a jolt of sensation and my knees felt weak. I caressed my tight nuts with my left hand and softly squeezed and stroked my cock with my right. My mouth opened and my eyes closed as I felt the first throes of my orgasm approaching. I let out a moan as I felt warm semen cover my cock. My eyesopened and I saw the dark blue stain spread out on the front of the panties. I continued rubbing, emptying my load of cum until every drop was squeezed out. I sat down on the edge of the tub holding my softening panty-covered cock in my hand and relishing the feeling of the cum-soaked panties against my sticky dick. After several minutes I reluctantly peeled the panties off and ran warm water in the sink to rinse them out. I felt no guilt, thinking only about the sheer pleasure I had just experienced. When I thought the panties were sufficiently clean I wrung them out and waved them about to dry them off. The result was a wrinkled, damp mess. I stuffed the panties deep in the hamper in hopes no one would notice and proceeded with my bath with the idea that I needed to try that again, and real soon.
So here I am on my way to summer school delighting in the lovely feeling of the floral nylon full-cuts I have on. With each step I can feel my genitals shift encased in their nylon womb. I have cut a small hole in my right front jeans pocket and every so often I'll put my hand in my pocket and slip my finger through the hole to touch my panties. I have to be careful to not get myself too aroused or my boner may be obvious. During the regular school year I never dared to wear panties to school. Each day I had PE classes and changing in and out of gym clothes made it impossible. No such problem at summer school. Secretly wearing panties in public is a great thrill for me.
A year after my initial introduction to panty lust my sister went off to college in another city. Up until that point I had satisfied myself with whatever panties, bras and slips (yes, I graduated to more lingerie) I could find in the hamper. My mother and sister were about the same size but I could easily tell whose I used. Mom's were a little more "grown up", full-cut panties, full slips, corsets, 'utilitarian' bras. Sis was more daring: bikinis, french-cut, boy-leg, thongs. I tried them all on although I didn't like thongs. I enjoyed having my ass covered in the various fabrics; silky nylon, sexy lace and soft, thin cotton. Her bras were smaller and lacier. She also wore panty hose and thigh-high stockings, but I was afraid to try them on at the risk of tearing them. With sis away to college I secretly invaded her lingerie drawer and "borrowed" several pairs of panties as well as a couple of bras and slips.
The kids in the class were mostly people I recognized from the regular school tear. I greeted them with waves and nods. There were a few unfamiliar faces. The class began so there was no time for introductions. At eleven o'clock we took a break from the books. I had to pee so I found the boys room and slipped into a stall. All through class it was hard (so to speak) to concentrate on the math problems. But here, alone, I undid my pants and slowly lowered them and sat on the toilet. I closed my eyes and gently cupped my balls. I felt the soft, warm globes and the pubic hair covering them. I looked down as I ran my hand up over my stiff cock. I wasn't going to masturbate but I had to tease myself for my after-school activity. I had the house to myself for the rest of the afternoon and planned a long jack-off session involving several changes of lingerie. I lost track of time and the shrill bell tore me out of my fantasy. I hurridly pulled my pants up and tucked my T-shirt in and ran to class. I wasn't the only latecomer and as I approached my desk I saw the guy who sat behind me settle into his seat. He looked up and grinned so I walked up to him and introduced myself.
"Hi, I'm Stephen." He looked at me and smiled and replied, "I'm Robert. I just transferred here." We shook hands. Our teacher called the class to order so I nodded and sat down. The hour dragged on and at last the noon bell rang. I started to get up when Robert said, "Hey, hang on a sec". I turned to face him as the rest of the class filed out. I guess I sounded a little impatient and said, "Uh, what's up?" He looked around and waited until we were somewhat alone. He leaned over and said, "Look, I know it's none of my business but I think you should know that your, um, underwear is showing." Panic gripped me and my hand automatically felt my back. Where there should have been a T-shirt tucked into jeans I felt soft nylon with my T-shirt tucked into my panties. I was in such a hurry in the bathroom that I hadn't noticed. There was a good four inches of floral, nylon panty showing. Oh shit, I thought. What to do? What to say? What's this guy gonna think. I pulled my T-shirt out and covered myself. "Look, um," I stammered. "I don't know what ... ". "Hey, don't worry about it," he said. "I just thought you'd want to be aware before anyone else noticed." He smiled and winked. "I won't tell anyone, believe me." "Uh, thanks ... ". I must have turned several shades of red; I was very embarrassed. "I'll see you tomorrow," I stammered and hurried out of the classroom. Of course I imagined him watching me leave, aware I was wearing panties, maybe even seeing visible panty lines as I walked away.
When I got home I was too upset to follow up on my plan to engage in a little private panty play. I undressed and slipped off my panties ... the same panties another guy knows I wear. Oh Jeez, how was I gonna face this guy tomorrow. Naked, I sat down on my bed. I consoled myself by remembering he said he would keep my secret. And that smile and wink he gave me ... was he making fun of me or did he really understand? Could it be possible that he ... ? Nah, I put the thought out of my mind as I swung my legs up onto the bed and laid back against the pillow.
I had gone out on a few dates with different girls but it was mostly in groups and there was never an opportunity to be really alone. Honestly, I was more interested in what kind of underwear they were wearing than what was underneath it all. So consequently my sex life was confined to me, myself and I. And my lingerie, of course.
As I lay on the bed a cool breeze came through the window and I felt my worries and concerns drift away with it. The panties were beside me and I scooped them up, brought my legs up and slipped them over my feet, pulled them up my legs, lifted my butt and pulled them into place. Ahhhh ... yes, that wonderful feeling of soft nylon. I rubbed the area beneath my balls and my cock came to life, stretching the front of the panties. I used both hands to slowly stroke myself and as I neared orgasm I slipped the waistband of the panties under my tight balls, grabbed my cock in my fist and rubbed hard, feeling the semen flow through the shaft and splash my chest and stomach with its sticky warmth. At that moment the image of Robert's smile and wink came to mind. I smiled to myself ...
Lace Nouveau
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