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'Twas the summer of my sixteenth year in the mid-90's that I would come to learn of my proclivity for panties, quite unexpectedly. I was at a friend's house, sleeping over for a get-together. A group of us, maybe 6, shared a great many activities during the night: Getting stoned to the gills, watching anime, talking about physics and politics, and playing around with computers and phones in ways we shouldn't have. I was the only one who ended up sleeping over my friend's house that night.
During the night on a trip to the bathroom I passed by the washer and dryer which were in an alcove next to the bathroom door. In the darkness my foot found a garment of some sort that got caught around my ankle. Turning the bathroom light on, I was astounded to find that this particular garment was a very sexy, frilly lace thong belonging to my friend's gorgeous early-40's mother, on whom I had a crush for quite some time. Bringing the thong to my face to inhale the scent, I was driven wild with lust and beat one off right then and there. Emptying my balls into the extraordinary feel of the lace, I then stowed the thong tightly wrapped up in my jeans, knowing there was no way I could return it to the washer since the wash cycle had stopped and the dry cycle was almost done.
It was a fitful nights' sleep, to say the least.
In the morning, my friend, let's call him 'Randy', and his mother were gone. They had left a note for me, letting me know when they'd be back (two hours from the time I woke up) and telling me to make myself comfortable. I was overjoyed by this, and like a madman immediately started snooping and rummaging around his mom's bedroom. I tried on quite a few pairs of her panties and bras, and lay around on her bed masturbating into a new pair. This pair gave me a strange but good feeling: It was a 'control panty' with extra tight webbing that squeezed my 'parts' in an arousing new way. It's not like she needed them, since she was still quite lithe and beautiful, definitely young for her age.
I then found her secret drawer. The drawer contained several toys, but I picked out the ball separator and the ribbed dildo. Already highly aroused, I fantasized about the vibrator still having some of her juices on it and licked it clean. Unsure of what to do next, I went into her private bathroom and lay myself prone, face-down, on the floor. With a little help from a container of hand cream I began ass fucking myself with her dildo while I masturbated. I came twice in quick succession, totally drenching the panties. After everything was cleaned and put back in its place (except the second pair that I 'soiled') and stumbled downstairs, wobbly-kneed, to eat some breakfast.
She never did find out that I took her panties. I don't even think she noticed they were gone, although I secretly wish that she had found me there, furiously masturbating on the floor of her bathroom. Certainly, though, this chance encounter with one of her freshly worn intimate items, and the second, not-so-chance encounter with intimates and toys, would have an unexpected and lasting effect on my developing sexuality.
During the night on a trip to the bathroom I passed by the washer and dryer which were in an alcove next to the bathroom door. In the darkness my foot found a garment of some sort that got caught around my ankle. Turning the bathroom light on, I was astounded to find that this particular garment was a very sexy, frilly lace thong belonging to my friend's gorgeous early-40's mother, on whom I had a crush for quite some time. Bringing the thong to my face to inhale the scent, I was driven wild with lust and beat one off right then and there. Emptying my balls into the extraordinary feel of the lace, I then stowed the thong tightly wrapped up in my jeans, knowing there was no way I could return it to the washer since the wash cycle had stopped and the dry cycle was almost done.
It was a fitful nights' sleep, to say the least.
In the morning, my friend, let's call him 'Randy', and his mother were gone. They had left a note for me, letting me know when they'd be back (two hours from the time I woke up) and telling me to make myself comfortable. I was overjoyed by this, and like a madman immediately started snooping and rummaging around his mom's bedroom. I tried on quite a few pairs of her panties and bras, and lay around on her bed masturbating into a new pair. This pair gave me a strange but good feeling: It was a 'control panty' with extra tight webbing that squeezed my 'parts' in an arousing new way. It's not like she needed them, since she was still quite lithe and beautiful, definitely young for her age.
I then found her secret drawer. The drawer contained several toys, but I picked out the ball separator and the ribbed dildo. Already highly aroused, I fantasized about the vibrator still having some of her juices on it and licked it clean. Unsure of what to do next, I went into her private bathroom and lay myself prone, face-down, on the floor. With a little help from a container of hand cream I began ass fucking myself with her dildo while I masturbated. I came twice in quick succession, totally drenching the panties. After everything was cleaned and put back in its place (except the second pair that I 'soiled') and stumbled downstairs, wobbly-kneed, to eat some breakfast.
She never did find out that I took her panties. I don't even think she noticed they were gone, although I secretly wish that she had found me there, furiously masturbating on the floor of her bathroom. Certainly, though, this chance encounter with one of her freshly worn intimate items, and the second, not-so-chance encounter with intimates and toys, would have an unexpected and lasting effect on my developing sexuality.
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