The fact of the matter is that all women's underwear is sexy. But, normally, it seems as though black or red panties are talked about the most often as being erotic. When I think of sexy panties there is another color that can be equally stimulating.
One might think of sun bathing under the hot yellow sun or picking pretty yellow daisies. You might even think of the sour taste of lemons. But, yellow is also the color of warning. Don't cross the yellow line on the street or run a yellow light or you could be asking for more than you bargained for.
So, when I catch a glimpse of ladies yellow panties warning bells go off in my head and my cock gets hard. I love the thought of charging right into trouble. The yellow warning sign is somehow daring me to cross that line and reach out and see what kind of trouble I can get myself into. The only problem is that women don't often wear yellow panties.
It has been nearly thirty years since I caught my first glimpse of the crotch of a woman's yellow panties. At the time, the most wonderful thing was it was easy to see the wet spot right in the middle. My first experience glimpsing a yellow crotch was in my high school English class.
The sexy girl was sitting straight across from me as our chairs were arranged in a U shape. She was wearing a lime green skirt that came midway down her thighs. She didn't realize what a great view she gave me as I was able to look right up between her legs right to her lemon yellow crotch. The warning alarm went off as I got hard. This time I heeded the alarm bell and went home and just jacked off as I knew she was unreachable by me as I wasn't in the cool group.
In the next couple of months she provided me an eyeful of those same panties several times keeping my fantasies going for some time. But, my fantasies of the chic in English class would be overtaken by real life. What is more I didn't have to leave home to have my dreams come true. My life changed into something wondrous when I walked into the kitchen one day and nearly fell over because of what I saw.
There was my mother bending over to get a pot out of the cabinet. She was totally unaware that her white skirt was nearly up to her waist and had no idea that I was nearby. As usual, she had come home from work and taken off her shoes and pantyhose giving me a perfect view of her silky yellow bikini panties. I stood there frozen for a second debating what to do. Finally I simply said, "Hi, Mom."
Getting the pot out she stood up and her skirt fell back into place. Realizing what had happened and what I had just seen her face turned Beet Red as I blushed slightly. However, she played it cool pretending that she was unaware that I had seen anything. Placing the pot on the stove she walked across the kitchen to get something out and asked, "Did you have a good day." As I stammered out some idiotic answer I noticed that her eyes were fixed on the large bulge in my pants. The sexual tension was thicker than I had ever experienced even on one of my dates. Mom and I had been alone for two years and this was the first time I had felt pure lust for her. We had been alone since my older sister had gotten married and my dad left us two months later.
Mom never said anything about dad dumping her but I could tell it bothered her. A 55 year old coworker had seduced him and they ended up getting together breaking up two marriages. My mom would ask from time to time how he could fall for a woman 15 years older than him. Until this moment I could never give her an answer.
Now, seeing her standing there in our kitchen I fully understood lusting an older woman. Mom stands about five feet eight inches and weighs 160 pounds all of it in the right places. She has shoulder length brown hair and deep blue eyes. I would find out in the next few days that she had DD cup breasts and her large ass was covered by size eight panties. At age 42 she was in great shape without a hint of flab.
At that moment getting away from her seemed very important to me. After grabbing the can of soda I had come to the kitchen for in the first place, I whirled around and headed back to my room. As I unzipped my trousers I placed the soda on my dresser. In seconds I was sprawled out on my bed thinking of mom's yellow ass and jacking off.
Picturing her sitting on my face wearing those panties and thinking of what it might be like actually fucking her it took me no time at all to shoot a huge load of cum all over my shirt. Usually I took precautions to prevent cumming on my clothes or on the bed or other furniture but I was so aroused I forgot all about being careful.
I wiped myself off as well as I could and took the shirt into the bathroom and rinsed it off. Later, mom asked why there was a wet shirt in the bathroom. Without difficulty I told her that I had spilled some soda down the front of it. She thanked me for being responsible enough to take care of my mess.
My mom had always had trouble with her ankles and feet as a result of a soccer injury she suffered when she was in high school. Several nights a week I would give her feet and ankles a massage. The activity was very mundane and boring. Rubbing her legs was so platonic that there were actually nights I dreaded it. My hands didn't exactly excite her either as much of the time she would drift off to sleep and take an hour long nap while I was trapped on the couch with her calves on my lap.
This night started off no different. She asked for a rub down while we watched "Cheers" on TV. As I watched the barflies doing their typical things my mind began to wander. It didn't take long for it to bring me back to what I had seen earlier that evening. This caused me to rub her feet a bit brisker and soon she was clearly asleep as her breathing grew deeper.
Being a typical horny teenager I couldn't help but wonder if I could get another peek at her yellow crotch. Soon "Cheers" was over and some other rerun had taken its place that I paid no attention to. My hands gradually found their way up her lower legs. Reaching her knees I debated whether, or not, I should go any higher.
At this point the massage would be still seen as platonic but if my hands traveled up much higher I would have some explaining to do. Of course, I decided to live dangerously as I just had to touch her panties while they were being filled up so well by her body. So, I let my hands traverse right over her knees and onto her lower thigh.
As I continued to move higher and higher I let my wrist and hand gradually push her skirt up. It took me quite awhile but finally I got a glimpse of yellow. Warning alarms went off in my head. I knew the caution sign was right in front of my eyes but I decided to run the yellow light anyway and hope I would not crash and burn.
Her ass was now laying on the skirt making it harder to scoot up but with one hard push it moved. It seemed as though that all of a sudden the entirety of her sexy bikini panties were right there just for me. Forgetting all about her feet and ankles I lightly placed my hands on the sides of her hips and rubbed little circles there.
