This is a story of sexual awakening and the cementing of a lifelong love of panties, proper panties that is, not that great pretender the thong! A thong is just that, a thong! And in my eyes can never be called panties! Panties must have a full back to be termed as such and that's an end to it! Lecture over!
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An obsession? A Fetish? Who knows, all I know is that my love of a woman hiding her treasures in panties started a long time ago and I have my sister and her friends to thank for it. I am 55 now and still find an up skirt flash of panties, the sight and feel of a woman's arse in cotton or silky panties the most erotic experience there is. The sight of a pair of panties glimpsed through the thin material of a light summer dress, or the feel of the material of a dress or silky slip sliding over panties, and of course last but not least the VPL! That wonderful outline of an undergarment that allows your mind to imagine what is under the outer garment of a complete stranger, oh how I despise the advent of the thong, that hateful piece of string that has no shape and no mystery!
So where and how did it all begin? I am sure there would have been some influences around my love of panties that could be attributed to my formative teenage years, I had a sister two years older than me and we were always very close, sharing secrets with each other and pretty much always got on well, I also generally got on really well with her friends who never seemed to mind me hanging around. It was not unusual for us all to go out together, either, in to town, swimming or just hanging out, obviously as the girls got older and started going to the pub or hanging with boys I kept my distance, but in truth we had a great relationship and never felt I was the irritating younger brother, although I could have my moments!!
Sally & I were never self-conscious about nakedness around each other she would often chat with me while I was in the bath or vice versa, we would kill time and just hang in each other's bedrooms, even as we got older neither of us gave any real thought about changing clothes, stripping off ready for a bath or getting ready for bed if front of each other. There was never any sexual tension we were simply a brother and sister completely comfortable and relaxed around each other. So I had seen Sally naked and in her underwear for years, I had seen her bush grow, her tits develop without taking any real notice in a sexual way. The most common panty she wore were cotton bikini briefs mostly white sometimes coloured or with a light pattern, she also had nylon/silky bikini briefs in various colours as well.
That's a lot of detail for someone that wasn't taking any notice? Well seeing and taking sexual notice are two completely different things, however I do wonder if anything was happening in my subconscious, who knows? What I do know is the style of my sister's underwear which also included silky half and mini slips remains to this day, my favourite, was that due to Sally or was it simply that most girls in the 70s wore bikini briefs and slips?
Of all the friends Sally had, three had remained constant and her best, she had known Diane, Julie & Jenny since she was 10 from the private girls' school and Sixth Form College they had all attended together. I would often be invited to join them when they were in the house and also on many occasions when they went out. We were now all at the same college of further education (not everyone went to university in those days!!) The girls had been there for a couple of years whilst I had just started my first year. I had had a few adolescent forays into the world of women, the odd spirited grope and even a hand job but in truth was probably a little too interested in my sporting career playing both football and Rugby to quite a good level and was still I am ashamed to admit an 18yr old virgin!!
I had had a horrible week having been ill with tonsillitis and had been laid up in bed feeling pretty sorry for myself, however I was definitely on the mend now and starting to go a little stir crazy. It was about 4pm when I heard the front door open and the house filled with girly chatter and laughter.
"Hey keep it down girls" said my mother "We still have an invalid upstairs"
The girls had been in the house for about 20 minutes when Sally popped her head round the door.
"How's the invalid today then" she asked
"Much better thanks Sis" I replied
"So Mike are you up for a bit of company then?" She asked
"Well yeah, that'd be great but I'm not sure I'm in any fit state to entertain" I said, actually hoping that they would come in as I was getting pretty bored
"Surely you'd rather be in your room listening to music and slagging off the other girls at college or debating who your conquest will be like you usually do?"
"Oh I think we can spare my poorly brother some of our precious time, what do you think girls?" She said turning to the rest of the girls outside my room.
At that they all poured into my room, they were all in dressed in impossibly short skirts and blouses which was par for the course! Some of girls skirts were so short on occasion that I am sure they simply kept the belt to wear and discarded the skirt! Certainly up to this point I neither knew or had given any thought to what was being worn under those skirts other than what Sally always seemed to be wearing which were her cotton or silky/nylon bikini briefs.
Once in the room, Sally sat next to me at the top of the bed, Julie flopped in my chair in the corner, and Diane grabbed a bean bag and placed herself next to the chair, this left Jen with nowhere to go, so she climbed up onto the end of my bed and sat cross legged.
I started to realise that this was slightly strange for me as I had never had all the girls in my bedroom before, normally I would always go and join them in Sally's room and I must confess it introduced a slight Frisian to the atmosphere that I couldn't really understand
We all talked for a while or rather they all gossiped about their day at college, the boys they fancied, other girls at college whom they bitched about, I had very little actual input to the conversation, but I was not really worried, I was simply enjoying the company, having been cooped up in my room for so long. And so to the moment of my transformation, the time when I first saw or took any notice of panties on anyone other than my sister.
So it was that after a few minutes of Jen sitting crossed legged in front to of me that I noticed she was flashing her panties at me. I was looking up her skirt at a triangle of white cotton. I had seen Sally many times wearing that same style of panty and it meant nothing, but this was different, these were Jenny's panties I was seeing, underneath Jenny's skirt at the top of Jenny's thighs and for some reason on that day it made a difference difference!
I found myself completely transfixed by Jen's panties while at the same trying not to make it obvious that I was looking up her skirt. In order to drag my eyes away from that glorious view, I looked over at Diane and Julie to see if they had anything on show. Julie had a fair amount of thigh to see but nothing else, Diane however did have a little white triangle in view, but nowhere near as much as Jen, which is where my eyes returned as if they had a mind of their own.
At this point Sally jumped off the bed and went into her room across the landing to fetch her portable radio; she came back with it on and was listening to one of the latest chart hits. While Sally was out of the room, Jen shifted her position on the bed and turned over so that she could reach her bag which was on the floor at the end of the bed, she made no attempt to control her skirt which now afforded me a wonderful view of her panty covered backside, two lovely round globes stretching the white cotton that covered them and down to the area between her legs where her pussy created a little bump. Having finished rooting through her bag she re-positioned herself as before and whilst my was now back to a triangle of cotton between her legs I had just been given the "full tour" of her panties back and front and I liked what I saw!
Now it seemed I had had the equivalent of a conversion on the road to Damascus, I was hooked! My heart was pounding, butterflies were doing a jig in my stomach, and the one eyed snake was doing a good impression of rigor mortis! So there I was in a panty world of my own, grabbing as many looks up Jen's skirt to her panties as I could, without her noticing, Diane suddenly started laughing loudly and pointing at me said "Jen, you do realise that our patient over there is looking up your skirt"
Jen, who at this point had been turned round slightly, talking to Julie and Diane behind her, giving me the perfect opportunity to just stare straight up her skirt, turned and looked at me.
"Is that so young man?" she said with a slightly odd grin on her face.
