I no longer find wanking off to porn thrilling. I have discovered women's underwear much more enticing.... Here's how it started:
A few years ago I was house sitting for Sue, a friend who was away on holiday. It was a rainy Sunday morning and I was a bit restless, and as house sitters are wont to do, I began perusing her cupboards and drawers. Sue was a single woman with meticulous tastes in everything from cooking pots to books and the various knick-knacks that adorned the mantle piece and shelves around the house – most of them acquired from her many travels to exotic places all over the world.
Inevitably I reached her underwear drawers – one for bras and another for panties. They were crammed full of her delicates. Most of them were of the sensible sort – cotton varieties, some satin pieces and a few thongs, g-strings and lace knickers. I buried my hands in the panties and they felt soft, crumpled and very, very sensuous. I was slowly becoming aroused at the guilty pleasure I was eliciting from this activity. My cock twitched every now and then as I ran my fingers over the little bits of fabric. Then I felt something hard in the drawer. It was her vibrator. Mmmmhmmm I thought. I switched it on and it came to life. The humming sensation in my hand gave me a lovely woozy kind of feeling. '' Why not?'' I thought. Nobody would ever know. I selected a red pair of satin panties and went over to the bed. I removed my shorts and t-shirt and lay down. By now my cock had become harder. I took Sue's panties and caressed my cock ever so gently. The fabric felt cool and oh so slippery as I ran it along the length of my now eager and fully erect cock. Mmmmm...I could cum just by the feel of this lovely red panty. Thoughts of Sue wearing this while topless also flitted through my mind. I switched the vibrator on again and ran it around already erect my nipples. I brought down to my balls and held them there for a while. Ooooooooh that felt heavenly. I could see Sue's lovely strawberry pink nipples in my mind's eye. My right hand, still entangled in the delicate red panty, began rhythmically pumping my cock. The vibrator found it's way to my butt hole entrance. Gosh, that felt good.
The rustling of the panty fabric on my cock told me that it would not be long now. I began to pump faster. And faster. My buttocks clenched themselves as if trying to suck in the vibrator. I lost interest in the vibrator as I bucked my hips and kept raised of the bed as I pumped my cock. I didn't know it then but I had stopped breathing. I was pumping faster and faster and then whoosh. I came in a lovely stick gush of cockjuice. My fist holding tight the panty as it sopped up the cum. My body convulsed a few times and then I lay still of what may have been five or six minutes, my eyes closed, my breathing a and thudding heart slowly returning to a regular pace. ''Boy,'' I thought, '' that, was the most powerful wank I had had in a very long time.
And thus began my panty fetish – or ''perversion'' if you will. Every now and then, I would sneak into some female's drawer and select a pair of panties, wrap it around my cock and jerk off into it. I would clean it up afterwards as best I could and return it to the drawer. This usually happened if I was house sitting, or just happened to be in some hot woman's room – usually a friend or someone I fancied. The interesting was that I never wanked off in someone's panties if I had or were shagging them.
And then JB became my flatmate. She was 30, single and had her own life. She was the perfect flatmate. We see each other in the mornings, maybe have a cup of coffee together and even a meal every now and then. She had a boyfriend who she never brought to the flat. In fact, she really conducted any personal or social stuff at the flat, apart from sleeping and doing her laundry. A few months went by and we were living quite comfortably. JB would sometimes make a casserole dish and we'd eat it together or watch some TV. She was funny and kept a tidy flat.
And then I began to notice her underwear. You know, the odd panty forgotten in the washing machine, or lying forgotten in the laundry basket. One day I went into the room and did the usual. I sought out her knickers drawer. What a sensual world laid there! There were G-strings and tangas and boxer types and high and low riders and lace and cotton and satin and even silk!! MMMMMMm!
