Shortly after I turned 18, my taste in girls had solidified into a preference for tall, slender, dark haired beauties. I wasn't interested in airheads or girls with no self-respect nor was I interested in having a girlfriend just for sex. I wanted a smart girl who shared my interests in the Sciences and the Natural World. The girls who caught my eye almost always seemed to dress in a feminine style, leaving me intrigued by what might be hiding underneath their clothes.
Having an older sister, I took a few opportunities to look through her top drawer and see what she had, imagining what some of my favorite crushes would look like in these bras and panties etc. I remember reading and looking through the various catalogs that came in the mail, immediately searching for the lingerie adds then studying them whenever I got the chance.
This was in the 80s and women still wore slips under their dresses and I would always keep my eyes peeled for the occasional glimpse of white lace or satin at the hemline of their skirts or the outline of bras and bra straps when they wore light clothing. Another favorite pastime was looking at wash lines as we would drive down the road on wash day. (Most laundry was still hung out to dry at this time, especially out in the country where I lived). You could always get a glimpse of lingerie hanging out to dry. I guess that I just loved the forbidden fruit.
I was kind of shy and naΓ―ve but eventually I started having the courage to talk to girls and even went out on some dates but sex was always something that eluded me until well after high school.
This brings me to the summer of '80. I was 19 and had been going out with Julie for several months and we really enjoyed being together. Julie was about 5'8" tall 115 lbs with long, slender, legs and nice firm breasts, not too small and not too large. She was very pretty with beautiful brown eyes and long brown hair, a real class act. We had a lot in common and I was in love, or perhaps in heat, but I was crazy for this girl and spent as much time with her as I could. One of our favorite pass times was hiking in the woods and exploring the natural wonders that surrounded us.
As time went on we started doing what most hot blooded 19 year olds do, kissing and groping each other whenever possible. This particular night we were parked in the back of a farmer's corn field under a full moonlit sky. I was desperately hoping to get her clothes off and at least see her in her underwear. She had worn a pair of jeans and a white French cut t-shirt. I could see the outline of her bra and her panty lines stirred fantasies of what delights were hidden beneath her clothing. I suggested that we jump in the back of my car where there was more room, Julie readily agreed and I was thinking, this is it!
We immediately began making out and soon I had my hand on her lovely breasts, although it was through her shirt. I could feel the cotton of her shirt sliding over the silky nylon of her bra and even felt her nipples start to get hard. Our breathing became faster, we were sucking on each other's tongues, kissing like crazy. Julie had pushed up my shirt and begun kissing my nipples. I took off my shirt then slipped my hand under her t-shirt to resume caressing her tits through her silky bra. I had never felt anything as soft and silky as her breasts even though they were still contained by her bra.
Eventually, I was able to remove her shirt and as the moonlight shone in, I couldn't help staring at her gorgeous white nylon bra. The lower half of the cups were satiny nylon with a beautiful lace making up the top, plunging downward and meeting at a little front clasp. This was a soft cup bra with no wires, just a delicate elastic band providing the minimal support that Julies firm breasts required. I even loved the way that the delicate straps ran up over her shoulders to meet the back band. I carefully ran my fingertips over the material, down the straps to the cups, outlining her pouty nipples as they pushed into the satin. This was the most incredible thing I had ever seen, or felt for that matter, much nicer than I imagined while studying the ads in the magazines.
Julie noticed what I was doing and asked, "Do you like the bra that I am wearing?"