Well, the first time I wore panties were my mom's. I never had a thing for my mom, it's just that they were the only ones available. I had two sisters but they were too young for me to be able to fit into theirs. It was nice that I had a pretty good body. Not that I was some muscle bound buy but I had no problems with weight control and in fact I was a little on the skinny side which made it easy to wear girls things.
I never really understood in my younger age why I did it but it made me horny. Horny as hell to just know what they wore, especially underneath their clothes. Most girls my age wore white nylon panties as I grew up. Some were mostly cotton but in those days nylon seem to be the thing. Young and old. Colors were only wore usually by older women so when I got in the later teen age and started seeing the girls my age wearing panties that were colored and even with designs like flowers and other designs it was even more exciting.
I was lucky enough to have 4 or 5 cousins that were cute. No, that is an understatement. They were hot. They had great figures, all but one I think had very lovely boobs for their age. In fact, at 18 or 19 they were 2 in B cups and 2 in C. I had one I think that wore and A but even her figure was nice.
I have always been a butt man myself. Not that I didn't like a girl's tits, it was just the shape of their butts. It just didn't start at the butt though. It was the shape of their waist, their hips, the butt and then on to the legs. Now, if you combine that with a nice, shapely pair of breast, well, damn, you had a woman that was pretty close to perfect.
By the time I got to around 19, most girls in that time started wearing bikini panties. The low rise jeans had just came into style and they had to invent panties that wouldn't be seen as much peeking out of the lower jeans. Course, when the girls bent down and you got that little glimpse of those colorful panties peeking out, that was the most exciting thing besides actually having sex with her. Also the bras in those days were what I thought was better. They were soft, thin cups of mostly nylon. You could see and feel their nipples through them as they stiffened from the excitement you were giving them and sometimes you just got lucky and they showed through period. The feel of a woman's soft mounds through those soft, silky cups were better to me at least.
I say all this to set the thought of how some of it got started. Most guys that seem to have panty fetishes are straight guys, at least that is what you read. It was to me too. I loved women, the shapes, the curves, the smells, their long soft hair, their soft touch of those soft fingers and hands. WOW!! For some reason inside my head, seeing and knowing what girls wore underneath their tight jeans, their short skirts and dresses were something that seemed to excite me.
The first time I actually wore a pair it was unbelievable. To feel the silky material that seemed to rub against your skin, your butt, your cock and just the thin, tight fit was almost enough to make me cum. It surely made me hard easily. With my slim body, it was easy enough to wear the size most girls wore.
It was the time that one of my very cute cousins and myself found out that we both smoked grass. I guess my longer hair made it easy for most people to know I did but it took a little bit for her to feel comfortable enough to tell me she did.
It was one of those times that it started. We had just gotten high and it was some pretty good stuff. Good enough to remove both of our inhibitions. I asked her to rub my shoulders which she did very easily. It felt so good. I laid on her couch and she massaged my shoulders and back. Then came her time. At first it was nothing. I admit, touching her body was exciting but I didn't really think it would lead to sex.
It was after I had rubbed her shoulders a little that I looked down. Now she was a cute girl and she always seemed to wear tight jeans but to see her on her stomach and her cute butt there before me, with those jeans clinging to her butt and tightly following her crouch it was to much.
I started the approach by going to her legs. She seemed to like that. Having her legs rubbed. She just laid there. Then I started getting a little closer to her pussy. Closer and closer and with each inch towards it her legs seemed to spread apart. I couldn't believe it. It was mostly the part as I got to within an inch of actually touching her pussy through her jeans and she did nothing to stop me was the time I think I felt the spot on my underwear start to form. I was so close that I could only think that she knew where I was headed so I went ahead and brushed my fingers against her pussy.
She did nothing to stop it so I went back down and then as I came back up her leg I rubbed my fingers between her legs. It was so warm between them that I wondered if I already had her horny and I think now that I did. She still did nothing to stop me so I would switch legs and as I came up on the other I rubbed her pussy again. Hard enough to make sure she was feeling it.