I will NEVER forget it. I was 14 years old and had never done anything - sex or masturbation. I was staying at my grandparents' house and they lived across the street from a shopping mall. Coming "home" that night, I walked throught the driveways at the back of the mall and found a stack of about 5 or 6 adult magazines. When I got home, I went to the room in the basement where I was going to sleep and, naturally, started paging through the magaznes. One was an issue of "Club" and I'll always remember that the centerfold was a blonde and there were multiple pictures of her in gold-colored silk panties. God! They looked so incredible hugging her round ass! Naturally, I got a hard-on and instinctively, I began to stroke it to the timing of the clock on the wall. Before long, I felt the most amazing sensation I had ever felt. I rushed up to the bathroom as I was certain something was about to come out of me. Of course, it was cum. I errupted so strongly that night (of course I did, it was my first time). And even though I've had thousands of orgasms since, none will ever come close. And it was all because of a woman in panties. The less you show, the better.
I will NEVER forget it. I was 14 years old and had never done anything - sex or masturbation. I was staying at my grandparents' house and they lived across the street from a shopping mall. Coming "home" that night, I walked throught the driveways at the back of the mall and found a stack of about 5 or 6 adult magazines. When I got home, I went to the room in the basement where I was going to sleep and, naturally, started paging through the magaznes. One was an issue of "Club" and I'll always remember that the centerfold was a blonde and there were multiple pictures of her in gold-colored silk panties. God! They looked so incredible hugging her round ass! Naturally, I got a hard-on and instinctively, I began to stroke it to the timing of the clock on the wall. Before long, I felt the most amazing sensation I had ever felt. I rushed up to the bathroom as I was certain something was about to come out of me. Of course, it was cum. I errupted so strongly that night (of course I did, it was my first time). And even though I've had thousands of orgasms since, none will ever come close. And it was all because of a woman in panties. The less you show, the better.
But "Linger"; when did you actually try panties, or, is it just enough to see, to be with, and to actually play with, a woman--or someone else--in panties?
Most of us here at PFM, enjoy the Elysian pleasure of having that Nylon Tricot (Still the prime, primal, and principal pantie fabric.) just gushing and whipsawing across our skin.
My very first panty experience was when I discovered a pair of nylon panties in a stack of old clothes in one of our farmhouses. I put the panties on, and had an instant hard. I began rumaging through the clothes, and found a 1/2 nylon slip, and a short skirted dress. I dressed in the clothes, and held the fabric up against my crotch. Took me only seconds to stroketo climax. Not my first climax, but a sure memorable one. Later years, when I was married, I got my wife to buy me a pair of panties, much to her surprise, and I would wear the panties as she stroked me to gushing climax. Later, she bought me a slip with built in panties. Wow, she wanted to take my photo while I was wearing it, but she never did. As I got more open, she would wear sexy panties, lie on her stomach, put a towel on her back, above her panties, and let my balls snuggle against her bottom, and I'd stroke myself to a spurting climax. Would have to use long towel, or cum would get in her hair!! That marriage lasted for 24 years. She found herself a new boyfriend.
Around the age of ten, it was my mother. All my undershorts were soiled and my mother was going to do laundry the next day. She had the old ringer washer and had to heat water on the stove in large pans to wash, it was quite a chore. So mother gave me a pair of my sisters pink panties with lace trim on the legs to wear two days in a row so she could wash the pair I wore the first time on laundry day. My sister was one year younger but a little cubby so the panties fit me. When I put the panties on I had a instant hardon, this was the first time I experanced a hardon. Quickly put on my pants to hide my hardon, managed to get soft before going out about the rest of the day. Was summer so didn't have to go to school.
I would 'barrow' my sisters pink panties every once and a while to wear without her or my mother knowing and washed the panties by hand in the bathroom sink. I let the panties dry behind my dresser out of sight.
My very first panty experience was when I discovered a pair of nylon panties in a stack of old clothes in one of our farmhouses. I put the panties on, and had an instant hard. I began rumaging through the clothes, and found a 1/2 nylon slip, and a short skirted dress. I dressed in the clothes, and held the fabric up against my crotch. Took me only seconds to stroketo climax. Not my first climax, but a sure memorable one. Later years, when I was married, I got my wife to buy me a pair of panties, much to her surprise, and I would wear the panties as she stroked me to gushing climax. Later, she bought me a slip with built in panties. Wow, she wanted to take my photo while I was wearing it, but she never did. As I got more open, she would wear sexy panties, lie on her stomach, put a towel on her back, above her panties, and let my balls snuggle against her bottom, and I'd stroke myself to a spurting climax. Would have to use long towel, or cum would get in her hair!! That marriage lasted for 24 years. She found herself a new boyfriend.
Say, "Piney", speaking of things "Pine", it sure sounds like for that primal, seminal climax, that you must have had a Ponderosa between your legs!! I'm a tree freak, as well as a pantiephreak, and these Pines can grow in excess of 200 Feet, out here in California, the largest Pines in the world.
Sure sounds like you two had the right idea of pantieplay; I envy you, and those are definitely experiences to treasure. Twenty-Four years was a good run, if you ask me. It should have gone on, and on, and on. Oh, well.
Was that farmhouse unoccupied or abandoned? If so, for awhile, you must have had quite a Pantie Pleasure Palace! I wish that sometime, that I could be driving out in the middle of nowhere, where I discover an abandoned house, and discover therein, a crate or Two of serviceable panties, slippies, and nighties!! Then also, a serviceable bed in a room open--missing walls--to the raging wind around me!!
Around the age of ten, it was my mother. All my undershorts were soiled and my mother was going to do laundry the next day. She had the old ringer washer and had to heat water on the stove in large pans to wash, it was quite a chore. So mother gave me a pair of my sisters pink panties with lace trim on the legs to wear two days in a row so she could wash the pair I wore the first time on laundry day. My sister was one year younger but a little cubby so the panties fit me. When I put the panties on I had a instant hardon, this was the first time I experanced a hardon. Quickly put on my pants to hide my hardon, managed to get soft before going out about the rest of the day. Was summer so didn't have to go to school.
I would 'barrow' my sisters pink panties every once and a while to wear without her or my mother knowing and washed the panties by hand in the bathroom sink. I let the panties dry behind my dresser out of sight.
Jan, you are one lucky dude, to have had such a tolerant mother and sister. Did sis have a variety of panties to partake of? Glad she wasn't insecure, that she didn't mind sharing, uncondititionally(?), as long as her pretties were returned to her clean. Well, maybe she did, but, she could have handled the situation a whole lot worse, and you were otherwise "respectful"(?) to her. To share the burden, perhaps you should have helped her out shopping, when her/(your) pretties showed signs of wear!
i was 8 years old we were so poor in the south my folks could not afford to buy under cloths for us so when i would go over to my aunt and uncles house my aunt would give me a pair of her daughters panties she called step-ins to put on to sleep in they were reg cotton panties but my little dick got hard.i am 69 now been wearing panties on and off ever sense i have been married for 45 years and my wife knows about my panties in fact she washed them for me last night
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i was 8 years old we were so poor in the south my folks could not afford to buy under cloths for us so when i would go over to my aunt and uncles house my aunt would give me a pair of her daughters panties she called step-ins to put on to sleep in they were reg cotton panties but my little dick got hard.i am 69 now been wearing panties on and off ever sense i have been married for 45 years and my wife knows about my panties in fact she washed them for me last night
Those panties of hers, had to have been done in 1 X 1 Rib-Knit, well seasoned, rather than Jersey-Knit--like guys' T-Shirts--to have provoked your winkie to that reaction! I don't think you would do much sleeping, squirming around, to keep the panties, and Winkie activated!
(1967) My first experience happened under a somewhat dark cloud. I was 12, verging on 13, and was under suspension from junior high school, for, what else(?), pawing at a girl, when she didn't want my attentions. The suspension lasted almost a month, and my parents made sure that I had chores to do every day that I was away from school, and other onerous atmospheres, to make sure that I didn't forget my punishment. And of all times, this was the Christmas Season!!
I think, one of those days, my guv's (Brit-talk for parents), had gone out for a symphony concert matinee and early supper. That left me alone for a few hours. I blew off the chores and was feeling really, really bad--I was BAD!! I was thinking of the girl's pettiepanties--the girl, that is, who was the source of my suspension--as I was roaming around my mother's bedroom and chest of drawers, and thinking, "What have I got to lose?" Thinking about those pettiepanties, how they rippled and whipsawed around and about her legs and bum, and ohhh . . . . . . how shiney, sheer andsooofffttt they looked on her!!!! Well, I open a drawer where my mother kept her lingerie--it was so forbidden(!!!!)--and discovered some Full Briefs. I think that they must have been none other than the legendary Van Raalte Sheerios, glassy sheer and glossy, with low angled leg cuts and a tunnelled free-floating elastic waist that came all the way to my ribcage, and were reasonablly snug. They might have been considered, "Plain Janes", but all that I was concerned with, was the fabric. I still go in for a minimum or absence of decoration, to this day. I hadn't quite achieved my full adult size; they certainly would not fit today. And they had the same exact appearance of fabric, that I'd seen that chick wearing. I touched them, and, whoohee, my knees almost buckled, and Winkie almost immediately stood at attention, and got such a sweet, sore ache around him, quite a good soreness, as you all probably know. I couldn't stand it; I immediately stripped down, pulled them on, and was exploring and examining the other pretties in her lingerie drawer. Winkie was so, so sore, and was swelling so hard, I thought he must surely burst wide open! I looked at myself in the mirror, and these panties were rippleing and whipsawing across my contours, almost just as I had seen on that chick!! With every pulse of my galloping heart rate, every square inch that I was covered by this fabric, these panties definitely felt alive!! Every nerve end of where these panties covered me, was definitely paying sensory tribute to Winkie. I tried on a few of the other items, but returned to my original selection--but turned them "inside out", as I found the external surface much softer. To this day, that's the way I perfer to wear my Tricot and associated Knits. Winkie redoubled his efforts all the much harder. I ran my hands all over my pantie-clad torso, tugged here and there, and was imagining a "rape" fantasy with that chick at the same time. I stood there, or laid down supine--I forget which--and spontaneously, Winkie exploded, with Mount St. Helens force, without me doing anything. I happened to see myself in the mirror, and saw that Mt. Fujiyama in those panties, Winkie clearly through the sheerness, and the light catching here and there on the iridescent sheen, and the rippleing, drapey fabric jolting savagely, with each of Winkie's violent pulses! Oh, yeah; I did have the start of pubic hair around Winkie's base, but it would be a good number of years, before I'd grow my adult body hair, sooo . . . . . . my skin had the raw, unadulterated full impact of that fabric upon it! I think that since then, but only in those early days, I had maybe only about Five of those spontaneous explosions. The entire front of those panties were just a sloppy, creamy mess!! My cum made the fabric sooo slippery, it felt crazier with even more "greasy" softness, if that can be believed. Who knows? Maybe that's the biggest Winkie ever got--or so it seemed--scaled to my smaller size, back then. Because I exploded, and didn't know when it would stop, when it would end. When would it end? I worried, just a bit. I cried out, because I could not control myself, and it just built, and built, and built, and built!! I think I must have shot that H-Bomb of a wad for about Five Minutes, whimpering for the sheer--in more ways than one--joy of it all. A tear-stained face. And all of my lower torso, especially through the groin, had this very sweet acute soreness about and around it, that stayed with me for about 36 hours. I just wadded the panties up, squishy as they were, and stuffed 'em into a corner of the drawer, and, "forgot" about 'em.
Yep, sure enough, Mother and Dad bustedme about a day later. I previously had been "tranked", starting at about age 6, because I'd been labeled hyperkinetic, and had weaned myself off of them at about age 10; well, they packed me back to to the psychiatrist, to be tranked all over again. I was sent back to hell, just because I'd experienced about 45+ minutes of heaven. I must have been tranked up, then, for about a year's more time. Using tranks must have given me a mistaken subconcious impression that any pharmaceutical or drug, could help "solve" my problems, because 4 years later, I started layin' heavy into Pot, Hash, and other Psychedelics, but that's another story, although for awhile it certainly added an interesting dimension to my pantieplay!
Through my ignorance, stupidity, stubborness(!), whatever you choose to call it, it took many years before it dawned upon me that I must start accumulating my own stash, my own cache. The first things I'd acquired, aside from riffling mother's rummage disposals, were things from roadside dumpings, to be wisely laundered first. Then it progressed to thrift stores. And, when I'd really summoned up the nerve, I'd go to stores and always buy some non-lingerie items to go with my panties, in case clerks and other customers got nosy. I now order almost exclusively through the Internet, and when I now go to physical stores, seldom, they don't seem to care or notice, and neither do I!
Oh, if I could just spontaneously explode, for about two days straight, at least once every half-hour, with each explosion lasting Ten Minutes!! There's this extremely intense state of mind and being, that we had as kids, that most of us are unable to recapture, and it's so sad that it's gone forever, except for the isolated fluke. Extremely vivid imagery and notions, in our minds, combined with a maximally sensitized body. In my case, with my narcotics experimentation from long ago, it is more likely that this much-coveted neural pathway and floodgate, can be more frequently yet randomly triggered. I can't choose when, but I always look forward to when this thing hits, full-bore; and sometimes it drifts away, before I have a window to do something about it. But it's never at the intensity of the Bacchanalian spontaneous explosions; I still have to work at my play, as a lot of us have to do, as we age. Wouldn't that be the cat's meow, whenever it hits? More like a Tom-Lion's roar, before he battles another, for the harem of Lionesses!!
Previously, I'd experienced something similar in my tightey-whitees, starting when I was about 9, but didn't understand what was happening to me, although I enjoyed it. People must have thought I was nuts, as I'd periodically squirm about, to feel all that well-seasonedsoft cotton. I haven't forgotten those early, pre-cumming days, so I know that Cotton, in select 1 X 1 Rib-Knit, and its variations in other Blends, gives me just as much pleasure. Chicks presently have enjoyed ultra-soft 1 X 1 Rib-Knit in some of their panties, so that's why I'm not as prejudiced against Cotton as some of the rest of you might be. Those in the Undies Industry, at large, are capitalizing on these exact precise properties today. Just notice how the gender barriers are beginning to blur, and people are less ashamed to enjoy their undies. They (The Industry "Suits") won't say it outright--they can't--but it's a sub rosa thing, I'm sure of that. There's a variation to Rib-Knit, mostly available in the UK, called Interlock-Knit. It's almost an intermediate between the inferior Jersey Knit, and the Rib-Knit, though my bod 'n' Winkie definitely tells me, "Rib-Knit". Go for the lighter gauges of that nice stuff; it sometimes comes in Blends, that are combinations with Cotton.
Something I almost neglected to mention, was the singular scent of Nylon Tricot, and how it moved me. In a "neutral" scent, good Nylon Tricot, such as my mother's fine panties, had a "funk" all of its own, very hard to describe. I'm fairly sure about "neutral", because this pair was located quite away from the sachets, that she used to scent her pretties in the drawer. As soon as I let my sweat hit it, it was a self-contained aphrodisiac, a self-contained pheromone--another explosion of joy--that as soon as it hit my nostrils, it agitated me only more. I still find and enjoy it to this day, though my scent of choice, other than my body funk, is Patchouli Oil, or the scented smoke from Patchouli Incense. God Bless the inventor(s) of Nylon Tricot yarn, for however unknowingly, imbuing Tricot with a property of acting like an aphrodisiac or pheromone, with its outgassing properties.
Let your cum ferment and dry in Nylon, no, more favorably, in Acetate Tricot, and it takes on a sweetly fishy scent. Gently stretch out the stained areas, work it out for awhile, and it won't be quite as stiff and crusty against your body, though there is a visual detraction, for a lot of us. It's quite fun to walk by a Girl's Dorm laundry room, or through a laundromat, when a lot of lingerie's just been dried, and the heat just exaggerates all of that sweet Tricot outgassing. But most of you get that, in the privacy of your homes. I just can't describe it, can you?
-- Edited by Breeziestroke on Wednesday 20th of July 2011 06:45:02 AM
-- Edited by Breeziestroke on Wednesday 20th of July 2011 03:08:15 PM
My first experience in panties also came (literaly) in my mom's panties.....since I did not have any sisters. I too got busted by my parents. I had slipped into my parents room while they were away for a couple of hours one Saturday afternoon. I was around ten at the time. I found my mom's panty drawer and discovered a pink satin pair of sexy panties near the back of the drawer behind all of the every day panties. I took my new find back to my room and slipped them on and enjoyed the feel sooooo much that I ended up experiencing an explosive reaction. Fortunately the head of my penis was sticking out of the panties so I did not get much of anything on the panties themselves. I did not want to put away my new found treasure so I slipped them under the pillow on my bed. I went about the rest of the day doing chores with my parents around the house after they had returned. I forgot about the panties under my pillow until the moment my dad turned down my bed while I was changing for bedtime. I moved quicker in that moment than I had moved in my lifetime until that point and grabbed up the panties and headed to the bathroom. My dad had caught a glimps of the pink panties however and chased me to the bathroom and had me hand them over to him. I did receive a spanking from my dad but not a whole lot was said about the incident other than that I was to respect the privacy of family members and their belongings. I think that they were both very embarrased that I had found a sexy pair of panties in my mom's panty drawer.
My first was when i was ten. I had been masturbating to the pictures in catalogs for about a year already. One day, my mom took my sister shopping and my sis bought some new panties, she threw her old ones out. I don't know why, but i snatched a pair and hid them in my room. Later that night, after everyone was asleep, I put them on. I started getting hard immediatley and began to mastubate. I came in about a minute and put a hell of a wet spot into those panties!
My first experience was with my mother's panties. For some reason, she had put all of her old skimpy, sexy, and nylon panties in a bag and stored them in the basement. When I was about 13 I found the "lingerie bag" and began wearing and cuming all over the sexy items. Since they were in the basement, I never got directly caught.
Once I was titillated by the panty stash, I began to sneak into my mother's panty drawer when she was away. I used to try on her full cut nylon briefs, lay on my stomach, and hump a pillow. Although I did get her panties wet with my pre-cum, I never exploded in them, so never got caught.
I also experimented with my mother's used panties in the laundry room.
Have any of you had the exceptionally great and rare fortune, in more recent times, to experience panties, and pantie fabric, as if it were one of your first times?
I'm speaking from my own experience, naturally; but, it seems from the time that one has that first magnificent, spontaneous, and legendary experience--pre-pubescent, to early puberty--that you're almost riding that wave until your mid Twenties. From there on, it's almost certain to go downhill, though you don't notice it at first.
Because you're always on a quest for evermore fascinating fabrics, tailorings, play techniques, and, that special someone, to share this play with. For that last clause, you'd have to be pretty damn lucky and blessed, to find that special someone, as the special someone may help you to happily short-curcuit "pantie fatigue", or "pantie jadedness", at most every turn, as your life carries on through the years. That certainly can make the first time experience last, to sustain it, to a great degree, I'd imagine.
And, as a great number of years whip by, a great number of factors in one's life are bound to turn South. That wears you down, and takes a cetain pizzazz out of your life. A lot of things get more complicated and difficult. For a lot of us, there's the career--or lack thereof; the mortgage; cultural changes; your kids; maintaining your property; radical and often unwelcome changes in interpersonal relationships; and, unwelcome health changes, as the body also turns South.
Thus far, I've been a confirmed batchelor, and have had to lean more heavily on others, in often futile attempts to secure a career and independence, and that can wear one down too, through the years' progression, as much as securing a career and creating one's own family. So in that regard, the fatigue is just the same, you and I are still very much in the same boat. We all have to work so much harder at our pantie play.
So . . . . . . do any of you, especially the ones of you out there who have already verged upon middle age, experienced the minor miracle of experiencing your pantieware, as if, for the first time? I have, from time to time--and it goes a long, long way to keep me young inside.
Breeziestroke, I really appreciate your thoughtful post in this thread. I feel that you touch on some very real psychological factors, and some very real life issues, and you do so in a very thought-provoking and poetic way! It is a deep question that you pose, because it includes tapping into the thrill of the first panty. And that, as we all well know, may be a panty of one's mother, or sister, or even a neighbor.
Did the first panty belong to someone else? Was there an excitement, not only with the cut and fabric and gender violating naughtiness, but with the fact that they were....not ours undies?!
My first experience was with my mother's panties. For some reason, she had put all of her old skimpy, sexy, and nylon panties in a bag and stored them in the basement. When I was about 13 I found the "lingerie bag" and began wearing and cuming all over the sexy items. Since they were in the basement, I never got directly caught.
Once I was titillated by the panty stash, I began to sneak into my mother's panty drawer when she was away. I used to try on her full cut nylon briefs, lay on my stomach, and hump a pillow. Although I did get her panties wet with my pre-cum, I never exploded in them, so never got caught.
I also experimented with my mother's used panties in the laundry room.
You know, Bobby, if Mom thought those pretties were all pretty much in the final packing to be consigned for the thrift store rummage, then you may not have had that much to worry about. Hopefully, even better, if the clothing was included with books, kitchen wares, and old appliances, also destined for the rummage, where significant lightening of the load(s) didn't seem all that funny, that suspicious. Put it in boxes, and hope the rummage men do all the carrying out to their trucks. But in a way, it would be funny back at the sorting warehouse, to come (Cum across??) across all these cum-stained pretties and have to throw 'em in the garbage(Laughs!!)!! Oh, well.
Rummage goods was pretty much how I'd started out my first caches, you know, as I first stated. As I slowly weaned myself off of my mother's stock of current usage, I found her almost worn-out pretties quite serviceable. Those, plus roadside throwaways, and some items bought at thrift stores.
I'm so gratified to find that my tale pleased you so much, as I aim to please, just as Winkie always aims to please me!! To be fair, the naughtiness aspect was coursing through my mind, but Winkie and I were just burning up inside, to also have this unbelievably incredible explosion of pleasure, as much, maybe moreso, as anything else. It was damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead!
The short- to mid-term suffering that I'd underwent at first, was always worth it; today it doesn't amount to a tiny hill of beans. I truly love to where and how I got myself, to what I am today. Wouldn't have it any other way!!
