I love women's underwear. Not wearing it, but looking at it (especially when it's being worn by some hotty), touching it, and yes, occasionally sniffing it. Luckily for me, Lissy loves buying new stuff and modeling it for me. Even so, sometimes I need a little more, not that I ever get tired of looking at my beautiful wife, but sometimes you just need to spice things up a bit. As a result, shortly after we bought our new house, I made a promise to myself. I pledged that I would attempt to get my hands on underwear from every female guest (excluding my siblings and other relatives) who stayed at my home. Not to keep them, just to check them out and see what kind of panties they were wearing. I've been pretty lucky over the past couple years, managing to see the panties of all but one of Lissy's close friends and all of those belonging to my friends' wives. Most have been relatively unexciting, typically pink or some other bright color and usually bikini briefs. The thrill of finding them and not getting caught, plus the thought of the pussies and asses they cover, has far exceeded the excitement of the underwear and contributed nicely to a few masturbatory sessions. Probably the most exciting and rewarding was the black lacy stuff I found in Lissy's friend Tina's suitcase. Of course my opinion is probably slightly bias due to the much needed sex Tina provided during Lissy's pregnancy. For more on this sex and Lissy's role in watching, see my other stories called A Blowjob for Tina and Tina Cums to Town.
That general lack of excitement held true up until about a month ago. My cousin Lindsay, who's about ten years younger than me, had just moved to our area from Minnesota because of her job. She needed a place to stay while she located an apartment.
Now, this created a bit of a dilemma for me with regard to my panty promise. Lindsay is flat out hot. A tall slender blonde with hair down to about the middle of her back. What she lacks in big tits and a round ass (both very important attributes to me) she more than makes up for with her beautiful face and amazing legs. She's a runner, so her legs are long and very muscular; the type that look like they could wrap around you and just squeeze the life right out of you. And that would be an ok way to go if you asked me. However, as I also mentioned above, I usually drew the line for looking at panties at my relatives. There in was the dilemma. I so badly wanted to see what she wore, but the creepiness of looking at my cousin's panties weighed heavily on my mind.
The problem came to a head about three weeks into Lindsay's stay. I was home alone and feeling very horny. And so began the internal debate as to whether I should sneak upstairs to take a peek at what my hot cousin was wearing under those miniskirts she so adored. Needless to say, what little will power I had quickly evaporated and before I knew it, I was standing at the foot of the bed in our guest room.
Lindsay was very organized, so there were no clothes laying around. Just to be sure, I lifted the bedspread to see if she had shoved anything under the bed, but there was nothing there. Ok, I thought, now, do I look in the bureau for clean stuff, or should I go all the way and check in the dirty laundry? I felt my cock tingle with excitement, which scared me a little, so I decided to go with the clean stuff. I walked over to the bureau, took a deep breath, and eased open the top drawer. Nothing, just some T-shirts, some running shorts, and a sports bra. I closed the drawer and moved on to the next one.
Jackpot! Exactly what I was looking for. Cousin Lindsay's panties, and there were quite a few for consideration. I was a little disappointed at first because the initial examination only showed the run of the mill bikini briefs. However, after I carefully moved the first few pairs aside, I found something a little juicier. Several thongs, a black one, a red one, and one with polka dots. In spite of myself, my heartbeat quickened and my cock grew hard imagining what it would be like to see her standing in front of me in nothing but a thong. Yummy! Those long, toned, and tan legs seemed to go straight to Heaven and I could just imagine how good it would be to have my head between those thighs.
My surprise and excitement skyrocketed when I moved aside the thongs and found a single solitary pair of black crotchless panties! What a little slut! I love it! I pulled them out and took a sniff, but only got the scent of lavender. Oh well, I put them back and rubbed a hand over my cock, which was now creating a bulge in my pants. All I could think of was that hot little vixen in those crotchless panties, kneeling on all fours on the floor, just begging her boyfriend or whatever man was around to fuck her from behind.
The sound of footsteps coming up the stairs interrupted my fantasy. I panicked and froze, still holding a thong, and before I could do anything, Lindsay walked into the room.
"Hey!" she said, surprise in her voice, "What're you doing here?"
I was really embarrassed and struggled to compose myself, all the while trying to think of a plausible explanation for why I was standing in her room and holding a pair of her panties. Nothing came to me.
"Ahhh," she said, spying the black thong dangling from my hand, "when the cat's away, the mouse likes to play," she laughed. "Decided to come up and see what I like to wear?"
"Um, well, I wish I could lie, but I guess there's no point in trying now," I replied, still very embarrassed. "I have to confess that I've always wanted to know and when nobody was around this afternoon, well," I trailed off.
"You got horny and checked," she finished my sentence. "You know, curiosity killed the cat," she reminded me as she walked over to the bed and sat down.
"Yeah, I know," I sheepishly replied as I returned the thong to the drawer and closed it. "I'm really sorry. I hope you're not too disgusted with me."
