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Hello,

I'm new here and thought I'd share some of my formative experiences with panties. I can't remember a time when I wasn't wild about panties--especially the shiny satin or nylon ones with lace trimming. I would go to great lengths to catch peeks of my two older sisters' panties as they wore them. Then one day I tried on a pair and couldn't believe how good it felt.

One day when I was 12 or 13, a friend was over and I asked if maybe he wanted to check out my sisters' panties. Immediately he said yes and we grabbed a few pairs, brought them back to my room, and handled them and talked about the ones we liked best. Then I asked if he'd like to try them on, and he said yes. I don't remember what happened after that, but for the next year or so whenever he would come over we would wear panties together. He would always wear the older sister's old-fashioned white (and very tight) nylon girdle and I'd wear the black nylon bikini panties with lace trimming and a little red flower in the front at the top of the panties. And at first we would keep our hands to ourselves and grind on the bed or the floor. 

After a while he started making comments about how good I looked in the panties: "Damn those are tight on you. Looks so good." "Bet those feel as good as they look." "Those look SO real on you" was the line he usually said. I was flustered and didn't know what to do or say. I wasn't gay...but the panties drove me wild and I wanted to be touched in them by another guy. One day I finally worked up the nerve after one of those comments and asked, "Would you like to touch them?" He reached out and rubbed my crotch a little. Then he stopped and blushed and nothing else happened that day.

I was embarrassed but also wanted him to touch me in the panties, and I saw an opportunity to seduce him. I knew he also loved seeing my sister in the leather pants she would sometimes wear. We would both sometimes still play superhero and spy games where we would act out a story, so I invited him over to do that. I met him at the door wearing my sister's leather pants as part of my role as a magic-using superhero. Underneath I wore the black panties he always commented on when I wore them. Part of the storyline I came up with involved me getting captured and brought to the bad guy's lair, and that is where I sprung my plan.

He played the 'bad guy' in the game, and to 'capture' me, 'knocked me out' with a scarf soaked in 'chloroform.' When I passed out, he dragged me to my room and hoisted me onto my bed (as I was 'unconscious'). He had his hands all over the leather pants. Then he had me put my hands above my head and told me to act as if I were tied up. When I 'came to,' he taunted me and gloated over me like any bad guy should do--and again with hands all over the leather pants and on my thigh and me visibly erect. At one point I threatened to 'cast a spell' and he stuffed the 'chloroform' cloth into my mouth. I wiggled and moaned as if I were really helplessly tied up and gagged and I could see he was hard and was touching himself. Then he said, "I've always wondered what was under those pants." I remember his hands shaking as he unbuttoned the pants and began pulling the zipper down.

When he saw the black lacy fringe of the panties, he said, "Oh, God, yes" and tugged the pants down to my knees, exposing the black nylon and lace panties with my hardness stretching the sheer fabric. I remember then that he took one finger and ran it down the length of my shaft throbbing and pulsing in the tight nylon panties. Then his hands were all over them, and he kept telling me how long he'd wanted to do this, how good I looked in the panties. It didn't take long for me to soak those panties good. And after that he told me to lie still as he took down his pants. He rolled me onto my side and grinded on my pantied ass until he (very quickly too, we were young) came all over them.

It was pretty awkward after that...but we repeated this scene a few more times before he moved away. And I wouldn't wear panties for a guy again until about 30 years passed. But I always had those memories. :)



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