All characters are over the age of 18.
When I was a sophomore in college, I became a supporter for the activity known as masturbation. Masturbation is a sexually arousing exercise that brings me great pleasure, satisfaction and relaxation. Self-gratification is a good thing. I decided there is nothing wrong with sexually arousing my penis. I can create sexual tension through manual stimulation on my shaft and glans. I do that stimulation past the point of no return and I achieve orgasm and ejaculation. It feels wonderful and hurts no one. Masturbation is good.
I've heard masturbation called self-abuse, rubbing one out, jacking off, jerking off and beating my meat, among other things. Not very complimentary names for such a safe, satisfying and pleasurable activity. There are theologians, doctors and influencers who make it their life's work to tell the world that masturbation is deviant behavior. Publicly, masturbation is too be looked on as being bad. So, the crude names are fittingly applied to the activity.
There is a stigma attached to the act of masturbation. Masturbation is being redefined as a very personal and private activity. Masturbation must be practiced in a closed room, all by yourself. Masturbation is never to be discussed in an open forum with anyone. You will probably be looked at as a pervert if you admit to and advocate for masturbation!
Becoming sexually aware can be a confusing time. There are still a lot of backward thinking people today when it comes to the subject of masturbation. Hopefully, the stigma that masturbation is inappropriate will fade away. Masturbation will eventually be accepted as a normal, mainstream activity.
I would like to revisit a watershed moment during my years in college. Today, masturbation plays an important part in my sexual awareness. I see sexual gratification as a gift from Mother Nature. Sexual gratification can be achieved individually, or ideally, with a significant other. Sex feels good. During college I developed a new masturbation. Research helped me find a better way to stimulate myself and create better orgasms. I want to share this discovery with you.
I come from a normal American family. I have an older brother and sister. At the time of this recounting, I was 21 and my older sister, Mary, was 22. We were in college. We shared a two-bedroom apartment off campus. We didn't party a lot or indulge in a rowdy life style. We were quiet and laid back for the most part. My social life was fairly boring. No girlfriends. Just the occasional beer with classmates after classes finished on a Friday afternoon.
Mary was a little more social than I was. She was very attractive and dated often. But she seldom brought her dates home. There were no serious relationships. She had a group of women from college she hung out with. They would go out for drinks, shopping, movies and other normal social activities. Sometimes they would have study sessions when math or chemistry tests were coming up. Other than that, life was pretty quiet for the most part. Pretty normal.
Mary did have one close friend, named Beth, who was the same age at 22. Mary and Beth spent a lot of time together. It was not unusual for Mary to have Beth spend the night after bar hopping or a late movie. She would also spend time at Beth's apartment. When they weren't out on double dates, it was not unusual for them to spend an evening out together. Mary and Beth were a power couple when they were out on the town. They could break a lot of hearts. Beth was also very attractive and I secretly liked her a lot.
Mary and Beth would have each other over for regular sleepovers. When the sleepover was happening at our apartment, Mary and Beth would wear flip flops and house coats most of the time. They said they were in "weekend slob mode". No make up. No special hairdo. No party outfits. Just casual hanging out with no social expectations. They wanted to be comfortable while they were hanging out alone. Most of the time I was just a fly on the wall in my own apartment.
But there were occasions when Mary and Beth ditched the house coats. They walked around Mary's and my apartment in their nylon negligees. That sheer lounge wear didn't leave anything to the imagination. I certainly appreciated the sexy views as I clung to the walls as a fly. Their breasts, areolas, nipples and crotches were on display through the thin fabric. From the side, any back lighting would clearly show the curves of their beautiful perky breasts. Looking from the front, backlighting clearly showed the labia between their legs and the hair on their mons. They certainly were beautiful women.
I got caught staring at their bodies many, many times. It was hard to look away when their beautiful bodies were so close and on display. When I was caught staring, I got winks and smiles in return. I relished those visual perks provided during the sleepovers. Perhaps Mary and Beth were being thoughtful and putting themselves on display for my benefit. Or they were teasing me. But either way, that was okay with me.
After one of the sleepovers, I found a pair of freshly worn sheer panties. They had been left behind in the bathroom. I didn't recognize them as belonging to Mary. I picked the panties up and hid them in my room. After a few days I decided I would not return them to the bathroom to be re-found. This was the first sexually arousing, intimate object I could relate to as being from the opposite sex. And if they were Beth's panties, they were from someone I liked and was attracted to. So, I decided these panties were Beth's. And, they were now mine. They were special to me. They could have been a planted gift or truly, just left behind. Either way, these panties became an important part of my sexual awakening.
The first thing I did with Beth's panties was to caress them and hold them to my face. I had to look and touch them all over. I had to feel the fabric. The fabric was a sheer, shiny, smooth nylon that was light blue in color. The fabric stretched in every direction. I had to study the design for how they fit on her body. The elastic in the waist band and leg openings was an eight-inch wide and barely noticeable. The gusset in the panty was a couple of inches wide. Folding and kneading the gusset's fabric between my fingers made it feel soft and supple. There was a musky scent in the gusset's fabric. It wasn't an offensive odor. I knew it had to be from Beth's vagina. It was an erotic aroma. This new smell caused a stir in my penis. I rubbed the panties across my face. They were soft and slid effortlessly over my skin. These panties were beautiful. I liked having them.
I was sure that these panties had been worn by Beth during her last visit. I imagined them wrapping around her hips, tummy and buttocks and fitting tightly between her legs. These panties created a new, one-way sexual connection from me to Beth. They created a link between her and me and my sexual fantasies. I began to look at Beth in a different way. She was someone special and I would daydream about her all the time. The daydreams had a way of arousing me and I liked that feeling.
I had to try on my new panties. I had to feel the sheer nylon fabric against my skin, the way it must feel against Beth's when she wore them. I wanted to feel what Beth felt the last time she wore these panties in my apartment. I stripped naked and picked up the panties by the elastic waistband. I pulled them on and carefully slid them up my legs. They fit snug around my hips and felt wonderful.
The panties felt really good putting them on. Sliding smooth panty fabric up, over my penis and glans caused new, pleasurable sensations I had never experienced before. Is this what every woman felt like wearing panties? I liked the way the front of the panties hugged my penis into my crotch. The stretchy fabric gently caressed my body everywhere it touched. After a few moments it felt as if I wasn't wearing anything. This feeling was way better than my cotton tightie whities. Panties are amazing.
When I looked down, my erection was growing and throbbing from feeling the nylon fabric on my penis. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was turned on by what I saw. I never knew panties were such a wonderful thing. They looked good on me. They felt good on me. I wondered how they looked when Beth wore them. I wondered how Beth would feel if I stroked her body through the nylon fabric stretched over her skin and womanly parts.
Having Beth's panties on made me happy. These panties were special because they were hers. They felt good on my body. They looked good on my body. They had last been worn on her body. I had an urge to touch myself. I reached down. I stroked and tickled my penis and balls, through the sheer, nylon fabric. It felt wonderful. There was something magical about being caressed by her panties that she had been wearing a few days before. Beth's panties were an amazing find. I gained so many new insights to the world because of them.
My new panties were made from a sheer, light blue nylon fabric. There was a small bow sewn into the front of the waistband. The waistband came up midway to my waist and the leg openings were high cut in the front. The front panel was just big enough to hold my penis and balls. The back panel was full coverage. They had a wide gusset. They were Beth's panties and they were sexy. They were now mine and made me feel sexy.
These panties helped my self-pleasuring masturbation sessions turn into a series of learning experiences. How could I use these panties to help me reach my orgasm and ejaculate? The simplest method was obvious to me. Place the panties over my penis and do what I always do. Stroke with the panties draped over my penis. That "tried and true" method was amazing. I was able to reach orgasm with very few strokes. My ejaculation was more powerful than usual. There was a newness of the sensation of nylon friction on my glans. That feeling filled my penis with exquisite sensations of pleasure that fed my growing sexual tension. The tension built quickly to that amazing release.
