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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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The long saga of my fetish for worn underwear started when I was 1* years old. I am talking about in the mid 70s when the only heating in the house was a gas fire, and we were getting central heating fitted. The house was without hot water for a bath for about 5 or 6 days.
My Mums friend Jean had kindly offered for us to use their hot water/bath etc whenever we liked. Now it was not that long before this that I'd noticed my Mums friend wore stockings all the time. Had not really considered her as a sex object until I noticed the dark tan welt of her stockings, from then on she was the centre of my masturbation fantasies.
The opportunity to have a bath at hers was to say the least arousing, it was arranged I would call round on one evening to take a bath, it wasnt the only thing on my mind as I walked around to hers for my bath.
She let me in and was as usual very friendly and took me upstairs, told me there was lots of hot water and to take my time. Jean was a school teacher and was always in a skirt & heels for work, blouse etc. So it was the first time I had seen her in the evening wearing her dressing gown, her small 34B boobs were clear to see through the thin fabric. Her waist tiny and her bottom round, her hips were big, she had what I now call fuller thighs, perfect for stockings ! Her bottom wiggled its way up the stairs infront of me, the thin dressing gown slipping into the cleft of her large round bottom.
She set the bath away running and left me too it, I thanked her and closed the bathroom door behind me.
In the corner of the bathroom to the right of the basin was the wicker washy basket, the lid was not on straight, and as I glanced at tit while undressing, I noticed the small part of a stocking just clicked on the inside of the basket where they had been thrown inside. Curious to what I was looking at I lifted off the basket lid, and the stocking dropped inside.
reaching inside I picked up what was actually a bundle, it was a pair of dark tan stockings still on a white suspender belt, quite a deep one with 8 metal clips still attached. Also bundled up was a pair of white satin fullcut panties and a white nylon half slip. They had not been long taken off as the stockings were still all stretched and thin. Very curious about the panties I unravelled them to see the gusset, it was still quite wet with a lovely big grey pubic sat right in the middle.
I put the worn panties up to my nose and inhaled deeply, the smell was both the sweet smell of her pussy but the scent of wee in her panties was fantastic.
My cock was already raging hard and ready to burst. I turned the bath taps off and slipped my cock out of my underpants, the excitement of the wet panties was way too much for my cock and it immediately started ejaculating ropes of thick cum all over the bathroom floor, jet after jet shooting out of my cock.
I pushed my face into the wet panties and continued masturbating after my orgasm, going straight into a second orgasm minutes later. This was disturbed by Jean knocking at the door and asking if everything was ok, I replied as best I could as I ejaculated a second time all over the side of the bath and floor, thick semen shooting from me as I buried my face in her worn undies...
Jean went back downstairs and I managed a full 45 minutes in the bath, and managed 4 orgasms while locked in her bathroom, which I might add the washy basket contained a further 2 pairs of stockings, some more panties and a lovely cream panty girdle with the suspenders on.
I managed to squeeze in a second visit that week and did it all over again, different undies and suspender belts, and the effect was just the same.
My cock was hard for about 3 weeks after those visits, and I never ever missed a visit to the house by Jean, who had a terrible habit of letting her skirt hem ride up and show off her stocking tops.
Masturbating heaven.
My story, all true. Still wank thinking about her nylons now. |
