Mrs Mansfield Family Friend Ch 01

I had turned 19 by the time I eventually got to housesit for Mrs Mansfield.

Mrs Mansfield had been a family friend who used to visit us regularly and we occasionally visited her and her family.

She was a married woman with two children whose friendship with my mother in particular, led to both women going away on trips together from time to time.

Knowing that Mrs Mansfield was both much older than me and also a married woman made my thoughts about her all the more naughty but also largely unrealistic as I knew there was virtually no chance that these exciting thoughts would ever come true.

Even still, I always found myself thinking very intensely about Mrs Mansfield and the type of underpants I imagined her wearing on a daily basis.

She was a nurse and frequently visited our house in her white work uniform.

Seeing her natural form in this attire simply fed my fantasy and of course my thoughts naturally extended well beyond just the shape, size and colour of those big undies that I pictured just sitting underneath her white nurse's skirt.

It was on a regular visit to our house one day that I experienced something of a life-changing moment when I actually got to see Mrs Mansfield's underpants for the very first time. It was just after my 18th birthday as I remember it and I had definitely begun masturbating regularly over Mrs Mansfield, and her underpants in particular, so it made this unexpected moment even more powerful and enduring.

Mrs Mansfield was quite a big-bottomed woman -- not in a morbidly obese or disproportionately "ugly" sense -- but more in a mature, child-bearing, shapely sense.

So, when Mrs Mansfield bent over one day in front of me for whatever reason it was, I got a very clear and uninterrupted view of not only her wide, womanly hips and aforementioned big bottom, but most importantly of the outline of her big, white underpants underneath her work skirt.

Then and there, a large slice of my pre-existing fantasy about Mrs Mansfield was fulfilled in one hit. Clearly, I could see that Mrs Mansfield's real-life underpants were exactly how I had imagined them underneath her nurse's uniform-- big, full-bottomed and white -- covering her curvature precisely and just how I had envisaged them in all of my fantasies.

From this point on, my senses were heightened even further and I actually began to cast glances at Mrs Mansfield when she was at our place. Previously, I had always acknowledged her but not paid any ATTENTION, as she was mostly there to socialise with my mother but now, I was curious, engaged and wanting (if at all possible) to know and see more.

I was pretty sure that she was not aware that I had seen what I had seen and more specifically, the impact it had on me.

Occasionally now, I would "sit in" with my mother and Mrs Mansfield when she visited, engaging in some minor conversation and hoping beyond hope that I could see more, or see her bend over in front of me again or maybe...just maybe...catch a brief but "accidental" glimpse up her skirt. She was after all, sitting in front of us with that white nurse's skirt riding just above knee height when she was seated. I felt like just a swivel or leg movement in a certain direction could provide that "glimpse" as she was clearly bare-legged underneath and not wearing any pantyhose to speak of.

My real opportunity came along sometime later when I received an offer from Mrs Mansfield to housesit for a week whilst her family went on vacation.

Of course, I didn't hesitate for a moment and agreed to the offer.

By this time, even though I had already turned 19, I was still waiting on my first real sexual experience and it certainly felt a bit lame seeking sexual gratification by way of sneaking around trying to have interaction with an older married woman's underwear.

(Years later however, I realise what a true rite of passage this was for me and genuinely wish there had been more opportunities like this).

Eventually, the time came to housesit for Mrs Mansfield.

I stayed the night the first night and as easy as it may have seemed in my imagination, it was not so straight forward to just step right up and start rifling through Mrs Mansfield's private places.

Firstly, I had never done anything like this before, so I was effectively looking to break my "undy virginity". Secondly, as much as may not have wanted to admit it, I was truly apprehensive about what I might find if I did actually come across some of Mrs Mansfield's real-life undies.

Extreme trepidation and excitement all at once. My heart was absolutely pounding as I weighed up my options.

It took nearly a couple of hours of sitting, watching television and rehearsing my actions before I took them. I wished I had brought some of my porn magazines with me so I could at least see some women's vaginas, anuses and pubic hair as well as maybe read some horny dialogue and really get myself in the mood.

As it was, I was a little too petrified for anything other than talking myself into doing what I really wanted to do.

Finally, with my heart palpitations almost intolerable, I upped from the lounge and made way towards what I knew was Mrs Mansfield's bedroom.

This woman was a family friend who was married with two children and here I was about to start exploring her underwear. I had to put everything else aside and do it anyway.

Flicking the bedroom light on, I made way over towards the chest of drawers and started opening each one individually.

The first drawer was clearly female bras -- Mrs Mansfield's bras - which were all apparently white or off-white, most laced and a little frilly but of no overwhelming interest to me.

Next drawer down however was my paydirt. Mrs Mansfield's undies -- all there in multiple pairs -- and I immediately started running my fingers through them. I could see a combination of colours and styles -- white, off-white, some laced and little frilly like her bras, even some black cotton pairs -- but all basically in the full-backed brief style. Big woman's panties -- some may even say, "Granny Panties". I also had presence of mind enough to glimpse the tags inside the knickers and could see clearly that they were "Size 14".

Here was my first real-life experience of a grown woman's underpants. To see them, feel them and touch them with my own fingers was unbelievable!

I stood there for at least a minute or so, simply fondling these garments. Knowing that they belonged to my family friend Mrs Mansfield. A married woman with children in her forties who actually wore these real-life underpants on her body, covering her very private areas including her bottom and her vagina. And her pubic hair too, if she had some (which I hoped that she did!)

With my heart still racing and my hands now visibly shaking, I needed to take the next step on my journey of discovery and inspect the inside of Mrs Mansfield's underpants. This is what it was all about. If I wanted to learn more about Mrs Mansfield's vagina and her personal hygiene, then this was what I knew I needed to do.

Grabbing a pair of white cottons and lifting them from the drawer, I shook them a little so they unfurled into their natural form, holding them outwards by the elastic waistband and admiring the shape of them.

I looked at them from the back first, ogling the full-back which I knew covered Mrs Mansfield's wide bottom as she wore them.

Once I turned them around though to look at them from the front, I now felt my erection growing quickly inside my pants as I looked at the full-frontal "frontispiece" of Mrs Mansfield's big underpants. I could see how the large front would cover her pubic area and maybe part of her belly but most importantly ran my eyes down to where the underpants would go down in between her legs when she was wearing them.

I could definitely see the thicker section of the undies - what I knew was called the "crotch panel" -- the part that fit over Mrs Mansfield's private parts, down in between her legs. Her very private areas, covering her vagina, pubic hair and vulva as well as those very secret parts her body where she went to the toilet every day.

Now, I wanted to see more. I had to. I had come this far. What was Mrs Mansfield's vagina really like? How dirty would the inside of her underpants really be? I had to find out.

Summoning the required courage, I ever-so-tentatively turned them inside-out and now found myself gazing directly at the gusset of Mrs Mansfield's underpants.

Knowing full well that these were her "clean underpants", I realised that I would not be able to see or smell any direct dirtiness that had come straight out of her body onto the surface of the undies.

Even though they were "clean", they were still big...and soft...and the real-life shape and style that Mrs Mansfield wore on her body daily. These were the "real deal" -- Mrs Mansfield's real-life underpants that contacted her real-life vulva and vagina, her real-life pubic hair and her real-life toilet openings.

I responded immediately by lowering my pants and released my large, fully-erected penis. I started stroking it slowly with my left hand as I held Mrs Mansfield' underpants in my right.

The first thing I noticed, as this was my first time actually seeing inside a woman's undies, was that her gusset seemed to be permanently "discoloured" in comparison to the rest of the panties.

This gave me an immediate insight into not only my family friend Mrs Mansfield's feminine hygiene but that of women in general.

How many other women had permanently stained gussets like this? Even though the panties are "clean" they appear always "dirty" from the general state of a woman's vagina and everything that goes on between her legs every day.

I touched Mrs Mansfield's gusset with my fingers and also ran my thumb across it, stroking my rock-hard penis at the same time.

This was where Mrs Mansfield's vagina touched her underpants and whatever came out of it was now stained forever into the cotton gusset of these underpants.

I could see it. I could touch it. Mrs Mansfield's vagina. Her underpants. So secret and private to be looking at this in her bedroom where she was often naked, changing her underwear, her work uniforms, her everyday clothes. Where she had sex with her husband.

I briefly put her underpants to my face and tentatively sniffed, even though they were clean and the only smell was that of fresh washing powder.

It still felt SO erotic to have a real-life woman's underpants touching my nose and face like this. My nose and mouth SO close to where Mrs Mansfield's vagina had been inside them. For the first time I even thought about her anus and even moved my nose to the back of her undies where I knew her bum had been.

The next step seemed a natural one -- to actually place my VERY erect penis against Mrs Mansfield's soft and permanently discoloured crotch panel.

There it was!

The pink head of my penis and all the pubic hair at the base of my veiny shaft directly contacting with Mrs Mansfield's very soft and tender white cotton crotch panel.

I closed my eyes.

"OHHHH Mrs Mansfield!!" I thought, "You don't know I'm doing this but I'm in your house -- in your bedroom actually with a pair of your big white underpants in my hand and my fully erect penis resting on top of your tender white crotch panel. OHHH Mrs Mansfield....your crotch panel is SO soft. So wide as well. I can see how discoloured it is also from your vagina stains. Mmmmmmmm....All the time I've been wondering what kind of underpants you really wear underneath your nurse's uniform and now I know. Your undies are so big and soft Mrs Mansfield. I'm so lucky to have a family friend like you. A married woman with an active vagina and I'm learning so much about your private womanly secrets. I'd love to know more. This is just the beginning I hope?"

With my eyes still closed, I began thinking about her vagina. What it might look like. If it was covered with hair or not. I imagined it being VERY pink. And tender. I wondered if her pubic hair was the same ginger colour as her regular hair. It was SO delicious to think about now I had her undies right in front of me. My imagination could run wild knowing that her actual vulva and vagina had been inside these very underpants that I was holding and that my penis was touching. I thought about her husband Mr Mansfield putting his penis inside her vagina when they were having sex. I wondered if he knew how lucky he was to have access to such to his wife's vagina like this. I wondered if he ever got to see the inside of her underpants like this. Or even when they were dirty after she had been wearing them all day and she took them off for him when they were having sex.

All these thoughts kept my erected penis VERY hard for Mrs Mansfield and her undies.

I grabbed another pair out of the drawer and took a good look at them. They also had discolouration in the wide crotch but slightly more yellow than the pair I already had.

I took another and they had darker stains in the crotch. Even darker than the first pair. Already I was learning about the variety of Mrs Mansfield's underpants and the quality of her vaginal staining. It was incredible to see.

With three pairs of Mrs Mansfield's knickers in my possession, I decided that I would go into the bathroom as I fully intended to masturbate with them.

Once inside the bathroom, I locked the door behind me (even though I was in the house by myself, it seemed like the safe and instinctive thing to do).

I lowered my pants and raised the white toilet seat and sat straight on it.

My cock was bulging out at 90° with my own ginger-coloured pubic hair also looking very healthy around the base of my thick shaft and scrotum, which was dangling soft and loose down between my legs on Mrs Mansfield's toilet seat.

This was now where I found myself -- sitting on Mrs Mansfield's toilet -- the same toilet that she sat on every day to wee and poo. My bare bum was sitting on the same toilet seat as her bare bum always was and my balls dangling down on exactly the same spot on the toilet seat where Mrs Mansfield's vagina and pubic hair would be open and pointing towards the toilet bowl beneath when she did her regular wee.

I wrapped my penis in one of her crotch panels and felt how soft it was. OH MY GOD!!

I then added a second one and it felt even softer around my young, erect cock.

With the third crotch panel added, it was as soft as it could possibly get and my erection was now at its premium -- wrapped in all three of Mrs Mansfield's tender crotch panels and with me being able to see the discolouration of each gusset facing out towards me.

I closed my eyes once again and firmly began to rub.

Feeling the ultra-softness of those crotch panels all over my penis and thinking of nothing but Mrs Mansfield's vagina, or at least what I imagined it to be like.

"OHHHHH Mrs Mansfield. Your vagina is SO pink. Surrounded by all that ginger pubic hair. Just like mine. My large, erected, pink penis and your delicate, mature, pink vagina. My penis surrounded my pubic hair. Your vagina surrounded by pubic hair. Your vagina is so much more experienced than my penis Mrs Mansfield. All the sex you've had. You've had two children out of that tender pink vagina too. And all the periods you've had in your life. I wonder if you use tampons or pads? Or both? I'd love to see a tampon inside your vagina Mrs Mansfield. See that long white string dangling out from between your tender pink flaps. Maybe a pad inside your big undies? I wonder what you would smell like on your period Mrs Mansfield? I wonder what your sanitary pads smell like? (if you wear them) After a long day working as a nurse and a pad well-worn inside your big white undies. Ohhhhh Mrs Mansfield. I LOVE your underpants Mrs Mansfield. Being able to see the inside of them like this. Even though they're clean, I can still see your stains Mrs Mansfield. OHHHH GODDD...your crotch panels are SO soft on my penis Mrs Mansfield. My penis feels so close to your vagina now Mrs Mansfield. Even though you can't see what I'm doing. I'm seeing the inside of your knickers Mrs Mansfield, all while sitting on your toilet when you're not here Mrs Mansfield. Where you wee and poo into every day. OHHHHH Mrs Mansfield. I'd love to watch you go to the toilet in front of me. Watch you do a big wee. Maybe even a big poo? Would you like that? OHHH Mrs Mansfield. I think I'm about to come....OH GOD....My young, hard pink penis, going into your tender, soft pink vagina Mrs Mansfield...OHHHHHH OHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHHH...those undies. SO SOFT around my penis. Your Vagina. My penis. OH GODDD!! MRS MANSFIELD!!"

And at that I stood quickly as I felt my load rising and just as quickly removing Mrs Mansfield's undies from my cock, shot several thick, hot bursts of creamy white semen into her toilet bowl, knowing that it had now ended up in the same place as her own daily wee and poo.

TO BE CONTINUED...