I remember the first time I ever smelled a pair of dirty panties. I was young and new to my sexual urges. And to this day, I don't know why I did it, only that I did, and it was wonderful. I was at a friends house, a friend with a sister—an attractive sister. She was older and more developed than us. As a soccer player, she had the perfect legs and ass to boot. It was not only me that would often fantasize about her...but I definitely did, and so that day when we were passing through the laundry room, when her shear orange thong was sitting on top of the hamper, my heart Jumped.
Again, I don't know why, I guess just innately knowing that this pair of underwear had been pressed against her most private area, and nestled against her ass, was enough to make me want it. Whatever the case, I had to have it. I took it, quickly shoving it in my pocket. I was horny just feeling the fabric in my pocket, knowing I had such an intimate article of her's.
When I was finally alone, I brought it out and examined it. I was intrigued by the thin white line of crust that was on the crotch. I knew that girls got wet down there, and I knew they had discharge, but I guess it never occurred to me that this fluid, this cum would get onto their panties, all of their panties. It was so dirty, in my mind. I almost instinctually brought the crotch to my nose, and took a deep sniff. Ecstasy. The smell was sexual. Purely sexual. Carnal and lusty. It made me cum—and I was hooked.
From that day forward I would seek out panties whenever and wherever I could. I was young, reckless, and thought I was invincible. I would take the panties of my friends and my friends' sisters, my crushes, and my lovers. I would keep them. It was the peak of my fetish, and I had accrued quite a collection. It was only as I grew older that I truly realized and understood that I was stealing, and stealing something very intimate and private. I don't do that anymore.
Also, as I grew older I began having sex more regularly; my desires expanded beyond purely panties, and into female arousal in general. Still, my fetish remained, even if in a less severe state. Typically, I will satisfy my desires with a consenting partner who is willing to go along with my desires. Unfortunately, I've been flying solo for a while, at least on the fetish front. I have a partner, a 'friend with benefits,' so to speak, and the sex is good, but it's pretty vanilla right now, and she definitely doesn't know about my interest in panties.
Luckily I have a fallback for times like these. I have found a community for panty lovers, and use it to find ladies who are interested in sharing (usually for money) their worn panties with those who have the unique taste. It isn't ideal by any means, having a partner who shares, or at least indulges my interest is preferable, but this does have its perks. For one thing, it's more or less on demand, it's consensual, and there's something to be said for panties that are still wet when you get them. Still...sometimes I miss the days when the panties I sniffed belonged to those girls who I longed after.
I had heard stories on this community about people finding partners who share the fetish, and went on to have wonderful, pantie-filled relationships. I hadn't been so lucky. Most of those I met were only one time sellers, and there was no chemistry—at least until I met 'GG,' as she went by online. With one meeting, everything changed.
It was just another ad, and I was just responding like I normally do, just looking for some fetish fun. "23F - First Time Seller. Nervous and Excited ;)," read the title. Inside were a few physical details: college, brunette, 5'4", fit...it was a pretty standard ad, but she sounded like my type, and she was my age. I always prefer people who are around my age, and sometimes they're hard to find. So I sent her a message asking what kind of panties she was offering, what she wanted in return, and if I could get a photo or description. She was quick to reply, and very friendly, if a bit hesitant.
"Hey there :) This is my first time doing this, but I think it sounds like a lot of fun! Right now I'm wearing a blue and white striped thong. I was thinking like $25 for the pair?"
"That sounds good to me! Would you take them off in person?"
"Sure :). Maybe I can do a little show too!"
We settled the details of a time and place where we could meet. It was the parking lot behind a strip mall that was not too far from where I lived. The lot is always empty, I guess the developers had planned on their establishment being much much busier...whatever the case, it offered a perfect location for such discreet meetings. I couldn't wait.
I was already getting turned on, thinking about smelling the wonderful scent of a sexy woman, straight from a pair of her freshly removed panties. It was always exciting, seeing the panties for the first time, as they are pulled slowly down from being nestled tightly against her wet pussy, to being against my face, still warm, and still wet. I was getting hard in the car ride to meet 'GG,' and the short drive seemed to take forever. But at last, I arrived, and parked towards the back in a completely vacant parking lot...and then I waited.
The waiting is always the worst. I always get myself all worked up, filling my mind with fantasies and anticipation, but not being sure if the meeting would actually occur, or if she got cold feet and decided not to show. Luckily, with 'GG' I did not have to wait long. Shortly after I arrived, a car pulled up a spot away from mine, with what seemed to me, from my glare-interrupted view to be a very attractive brunette behind the wheel. I was shaking with anticipation, waiting for the sweet exchange that was about to take place. She sat in her car for a moment, and glanced over nervously, before opening the door and slowly getting out.
As she did, my heart skipped a beat, and I was flooded with a sense of panic, rather than arousal. Yes, what was walking towards me was beautiful—five feet and four inches of curved feminine form, exhibited exquisitely by the striped spandex skirt that clung to her curves, and a shirt that was soft and comfortable, but tight in all the right places. Yes she was beautiful, but with the glare of her car window gone, I was confronted not with a sexy stranger, but a friend—not even a friend, a past lover.
It had been years, many years since I had last seen her. We were in middle school when we were together. She was beautiful back then, too. Like me, she seemed to develop at an earlier age than most of her peers, and when the other girls were just beginning to find the need for bras, Eleanor had two rounded globes, hips, and an ass that to this day makes me go "damn" whenever I think of it. That's not to say she was over-developed. She kept great proportions and her body remained tight, rather than developing into an overly curvy mess.
Since we were so young at the time, we didn't have much of a sexual relationship when we were together. Not that I didn't want one. As a teenage boy, about all I could think about was sex, and I wanted it badly. Thinking back on it, I think she wanted it just as bad. She was always sexual, it was kind of what she was known for back then. Her openness about her body and sexuality made her popular—she broke the ice on everything that everybody wanted to talk about but was too shy to do so. Nevertheless, at our age, all we did was mostly experimentation. And it was wonderful...But I couldn't get caught up reminiscing, I had a crisis to deal with on hand.
My mind was racing as she walked towards my car and the inevitable moment when she would recognized me. What do I do? I could not let Eleanor know that I was soliciting for worn panties on the internet..Could I? I mean, even though we have been out of touch for so long, we still have a lot of mutual friends, and we're Facebook friends anyway.
But how could I avoid it? It's too late to drive away. Hiding wouldn't work...I could make up an excuse...But she wouldn't believe it...And then it was too late. Click. The door was opened. I looked up in my shame with a shattered and helpless expression to a smiling Eleanor who looked on the brink of hysterical laughter.
"Andrew!?" She let out a laugh. "What are you doing here?!"
She was laughing, but it wasn't an accusatory laughter. It was more of a mutual laughter that broke the tension of a situation that is rather uncomfortable no matter what the circumstances. Still, how was I to react?
"What are you doing here?" I retorted, trying to ad a smile to my face.
"Uhh...mmm well, I was supposed to meet someone..." She said slowly.
"Uh...Me too...I think I'm meeting you...'GG?'"
"Oh. Are you?" She said, with a hint of knowing curiosity in her voice, "Can I sit down?"
"Sure."
