I had known I found panties exciting even when I was just entering my teens. I never really knew why at that age but as I grew older I read stories of mostly straight guy's not only loving panties but enjoying wearing them. I knew I fit that category. I loved women, the female form, the curves, the look, the smell, the way their clothes fit them. Everything about them.
It was around 19 when I really started getting bolder with finding women's panties and bras. Checking out laundry baskets and sneaking into bedrooms of friend's sisters bedrooms. This was the age of nylon panties. Cotton ones were still a little on the bulky side so more women wore the soft, thin, silky nylon ones. A few were lace Some were nylon with lace panels on the front or sides and the colors were beautiful. Pastel colors, designs, everything that seemed to make them feminine.
It was a friend's mom, Joanne, that really caught my eye the most. She was so sexy. Not that she wore short skirts like the younger girls but they were tight. Just above the knee but they seemed to follow her curves, especially her butt. Sometimes I almost lost my mind and what I was staring at as she walked past me and I watched her ass sway back and forth and when she had a skirt on, it would curve under her butt and show it's shape. You could make out the outline of her panties underneath.
She was a little taller than a lot of women. I guess around 5'8"maybe. She has really pretty dark brown hair, shoulder length. Soft but it had a little curve to it. Bangs that covered her forehead and the softest, thin lips I could imagine on a woman. Gorgeous dark eyes that looked brown as I tried to look at them. They almost took you in when you looked into them. Soft and friendly.
And of course I told you about her body. Not the biggest tits but they looked so hot. In some of her tops I always wondered if it was really her nipples that I would see as I watched her when she was around and I was there for longer periods of time. She would wear some of the nicest jeans too. It was when the high waist was in in women's jeans. It seemed to make their butts look even better to me. Made their waist show more of a curve if they had a decent figure and she did. She had a few pair that were tight enough to show her ass good and curve in and show off her pussy.
After I had checked out her laundry basket and seen that she wore a lot of high cut bikini panties I could easily tell by the outline that she had them on as she walked past and you could see the outline and as it curved up her butt they went straight up to show the high cut outline. I would get so hard just wondering what her ass would look like in them. A silky red pair or one of her cute pale blue pair with some lace on the waist band, tightly stretched across her gorgeous, rounded ass.
Then her blouses! Wow! I was not sure at what she actually did where she worked but she dressed so nice. I loved seeing her in her tight skirts with one of her satin, tailored blouses. They were just the right tightness. They just barely pulled at the buttons when she had them on. Several times I would see the color of her bras when she would bend over and a few times, she must have left a button undone or one came a loose but it was open far enough to see right between her tits when she bent over. I was able to see they way her bra cupped her tits in them as she bent over, holding them in the cups. This was the era when bras where soft cups. Some of her's were lacy and some just plain nylon. The dreams off the way her bras might look filled with her tits, standing before me. It was enough to make me rock hard thinking of her. She had a few white ones and a couple blacks ones but the rest were as pretty as her panties in color.
She walked and looked so hot sometimes but her smell was something else. Sometimes she smelled so sweet, like a fruit tree. Sometimes I knew it was her vanilla since I had peeked inside her bathroom and knew some of her perfumes name. The aroma would just linger in the air as she walked past. Walking towards me I would easily see her nipples showing through her bra and silky blouse then as she walked past I would start smelling her perfume and as she passed on by and her perfume lingered in the air I could watch that sweet ass sway back and forth and day dream of what color of panties where showing from her tight skirt.
I had all ready played with several pairs of her panties. I could easily slip into her bathroom and get into the hamper and find pairs she had taken off and use them to jack off with them. Even a few of her soft, nylon bras. One day got me to thinking of actually being able to have sex with her or her seeing me looking down her blouse.
It first started with her talking with me about taking care of their house and dogs when they went away for a couple of days and as she lead me around the house showing me different things, her soft hand touching mine sent shivers up my arm. Her soft fingers reaching down and taking my hand. Her perfume filling my nose, her soft voice telling me things and then she bent over, her blouse was open more than usual and as she bent over there before my eyes was one of her bras I knew had a matching color pair of panties to it. A pretty light colored pastel green colored and it seemed to be filled completely with her tits and spilling out some.
The sight was unbearable and as I thought about reaching inside and cupping her soft fleshy breast inside the soft material, feeling her nipples through the thin, soft cups I heard her voice clear. You know, the uuuhhh-hummm type sound. I came too and there she was looking into my eyes. Well, not exactly in my eyes since my eyes were pointed down inside her blouse.
"Are you there Chuck or are you thinking about something else", she asked as she pulled her blouse back together. I was slightly embarrassed but she was the one with the open top and the sexy bra showing everything to me, a hormone flowing young adult guy. Well,not everything but enough.
She was smiling as she said it so I figured she just thought I was lost in my thoughts and I said, "Sure, I got it all" and rattled it all off to her.
"Great", she said back to me. "I see you can enjoy the view and listen too" she told me.
At that she got up and taking my hand in hers again she showed me one more thing and with this one she had to squat down to show me where they kept a spare key and she lifted her skirt up and as she went down she pulled on my hand and had me right in front of her. She had pulled her skirt up to just above her knees and this allowed me to look right up between her legs. She spread them open and I could see her matching pair of panties on inside her skirt.
As she showed me where the key was and put it back she was looking at my eyes as the starred straight up her skirt. She smiled as I looked up and I knew she had seen where I was looking.
She reached and took my hand again and I thought we were going to stand up again but she laid it just inside her skirt, pressed it against her inner thigh. It was so warm, so soft, so silky. "You think you are going to remember it all", she asked real soft as she held my hand against her leg. Then she let go of it and I felt her fingers slip up my arm. They almost tickled as they slipped up my skin. She slowly slipped her fingers just behind my elbow and slowly started to pull it inside her skirt.
I let my fingers slip up her leg. "Have you been enjoying looking down my blouse," she asked me. "It's Ok Chuck, I don't mind, in fact, I'm flattered that you might like it," she told me.
I was very nervous, I had been caught looking down her top and she knew it but them again, she had my hand and was pushing it up her skirt. I figured she wanted me to see it as much as I wanted to see it.