If I was to single out the event that really started me off on my interest in panties, I suppose I should go all the way back to my pre-pubescent years when I discovered that rubbing my penis gave me pleasure. It was around that time when I had begun to take an interest in seeing the girls’ knickers as they did hand-stands against the school yard wall at junior school. I remember the ‘tingling’ feeling that I would get in my stomach but didn’t have a clue why.
I would think about what I had seen as I rubbed myself while laying in my bed at night. At that time, I had never experienced the pleasure of ejaculation, but would just continue rubbing until I feel asleep.
The big turning point came, when a girl who was sitting quite close to me in our class suddenly stood up mid-lesson, raised her hand and began to announce that she needed to go out to the toilet. She had only got half-way through asking permission when a distinct hissing sound indicated that she had started to pee in her knickers. She stood with her legs slightly parted as the pee ran down her legs and puddled on the floor. I remember that I had a very strange feeling ‘down below’ and then felt what I later learned was an ejaculation. This only resulted in a very small damp patch in my underwear but I remember it feeling quite good at the time.
Our teacher came to the girl’s recue by leading her out of the classroom to go and get sorted out in the cloakroom. On the way, the teacher detoured into a walk in cupboard at the back of the classroom and come out with what was clearly a spare pair of navy blue knickers in her hand. I realized that she must keep them for emergencies like this.
When the girl and the teacher came back into the classroom, the girl was clutching a small plastic bag which she tried to keep out of site before putting it into her school bag. I realized that her wet knickers must have been put into the bag for the girl to take home.
Well this was the 1950s and in those days kids would walk to and from school without any fear and not many were accompanied by parents. This girl lived in the same street as me and so it was a dead cert. that I would be walking home in the same direction as her. I was about half-way home when I saw her up ahead of me. I had almost caught up with her when I saw her open her school bag and toss the little bag containing (I had guessed), her wet knickers, into a hedgerow. I assumed that she was embarrassed to take them home. I slowed down and hung around a bit until she had rounded a corner and disappeared out of site before retrieving her discarded bag and putting it swiftly into my pocket.
When I got home, I quickly made my way up the stairs heading for my bedroom while extracting the knickers, still in the bag, from my pocket intending to study the knickers later when I could be certain that I would not be disturbed. As I turned the corner with the little bag in my hand, I bumped into my older step-brother. The first thing he said was to ask what I had in the bag. I did not reply so he snatched it from me and extracted the damp knickers from the bag. He grabbed me by the hand and took me into his bedroom, closing the door behind us with his foot.Next, he unfolded the knickers and layed them out on his bed. I saw at that point that the teacher must have rinsed them and rung out most of the water as they were clean and only a bit damp.
My brother asked me what I had got them for and I told him the whole story.
He asked what I was going to do with them and I replied that I didn’t know. He suggested that he should show me what he would do with them and I agreed.
With the knickers carefully laid out flat on the edge of his bed, he undid his belt and lowered his jeans and underpants. His prick, huge and fully erect, sprang out in front of him. I remember my surprise at this sight and asked him why he was hard. He told me that the sight and feel of the knickers had done it to him.
Next, he knelt down by his bed so that his erection was in contact with the panties, and began to masturbate. Then he removed his hand and told me to rub him, which I did. As I masturbated him, I described the incident in the classroom as he had requested. In no time at all he was spurting loads of thick white cum onto the knickers and then soon began to soften.
Next, he eased my trousers and underpants down and saw that my little dick was sticking out. He instructed me to stand close to the bed where he had been kneeling and he began to rub me against the knickers. For the first time in my life I ejaculated properly, only a small amount of clear liquid but it felt intense enough to make my knees weak.
After we had both sorted out our clothing, he picked up the cum-soaked knickers and put them in the bottom of his bedroom closet. He told me that he would wash them out later and said that he wanted to keep them. And that was that. He did however come into my bedroom some weeks later and presented me with a pair of white cotton panties. He didn’t say where he had got them and I didn’t ask.
From that point on, I began to improve my masturbation technics and always used panties, sometimes wearing them sometimes laying them out and masturbating onto them. I often stole pairs of knickers from my step-mother and step-sister.
At 70 years old, I still use panties for pleasure and often wear them around the house.
