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So it begins...
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So it begins... I think it is pretty obvious that after that first pair panties touched my cock I was hooked. For the next week every chance I got I played with those panties. I would lay naked on my bed and tease myself relentlessly with the silky material. At first just pulling them over my swollen shaft, dangle them on the tip. I loved to take the longest piece of material, gripped in both hands and run it across the soft sensitive spot just below the head of my cock. I didn't know what it was called at the time, but I loved to go right to the "edge" of cumming and then back off for a minute, only to go right back up. I would do this as many times as I could before exploding and showering my chest and stomach with cum. If I wasn't masturbating with them, I was wearing them and looking at myself in the mirror. There was just something about my raging hard on straining against the material that made me so hot. I would actually be completely throbbing before I ever got them on. Anytime I was in Chyler's house I was looking for the opportunity to find more of her panties. Looking back on it now I am amazed that she never caught me or said anything. I bet over the course of the next year (before she left for college) I took 15 different pairs of her panties. She had to know it was me, as she never stopped her teasing of me and the less I hid how hard I was the more she seemed to do it. I was now making it a point that anytime I knew I was going to see her, I made sure I had on a pair of her panties. This would literally keep me hard for hours at a time and I would find the panties completely soaked through with my precum. As with all good things this had to come to an end when she left for school that fall. I saw very little of her as time went on and eventually lost complete touch when I went to school. Right after Chyler left I started looking for other ways to grow my collection. I was always on the lookout for the forbidden satin. I soon figured out that if I looked, I found many opportunities. I remember the first time I saw a pair of someone other than Chyler. It was at a party of someone that I barely knew, but went my high school. It was a big party I and I would guess there were over 200 people there. I quickly figured out that this guy had two older sisters and I knew that somewhere in this house were the objects of my lust. As it got later and people got more drunk, they began to spread around the house. I took this as my cue to do a little snooping and under the pretense of looking for a open bathroom, I ducked into one of the bedrooms. Immediately I knew that I was in a girls room and scanned it quickly. In one of the corners I saw a laundry hamper. My heart was racing and adrenalin was ripping through my body. I lifted the lid to the hamper and dug in. To my dismay all I found were a couple of pairs of very simple cotton panties. I had already developed a taste for satin and lace and something about cotton just didn't do for me. I was bummed, but not deterred. I went in search of the other sister's bedroom. At this point most people were pretty trashed and moving around the house was easy. Opening the next bedroom I quickly saw that is was not a girls room. I went into the next room and was greeted by definite female decor. Closing the door I flipped on the light and not more than 2 feet away from me was a pile of clothes. Right on top was a pair of panties that I will never forget. Why they were so memorable will come in another post, but I can picture them in my mind like it was yesterday. The were light blue satin (OK Nylon), bikini cut with a very small lace waistband. On the spot that would have been the wearer's right hip bone was a small playboy bunny. With every nerve in my body completely electric, I grab them and hastened my retreat. I moved back into the hallway and really began to look for a bathroom. Finding the one on the first floor open I stepped inside and locked the door. Pulling the panties from my pocket I held them up. The thin soft material was doing it's thing and I was raging hard. Kicking off my shoes and taking off my jeans, I stepped into them. They were not as tight as I thought they were going to be and when I had pulled them over my cock I thought I was going to cum right there. The tip of my cock was right at the little bunny<b> emblem </font></b>and was pushing it out. There wasn't enough material to hold my cock and the waistband was two or three inches off my body. This allowed me to look down and see the skin of my shaft, almost tent-poling the panties. At that point someone pounded on the door and my heart almost jumped out of my throat. I quickly pulled on my jeans and shoes and shoved my boxers into the bottom of the trash can. I didn't need them anymore...I was covered just fine! I spent the next 30 minutes or so wandering around the party, talking to people. I had to leave one hand in my pocket because I was so hard I had to hold my cock down. I couldn't take it anymore and told my friends that I was tired and was just going to walk home. It was mid summer and the nighttime temperature was in the low 80's. I was about two miles from my house and set out. As I walked I would let my hands slide down into my jeans and feel the panties. My cock had not waned a bit and was aching to be touched. On the path to my house was a large park that I had to cut through to get home. It was well past midnight and obviously the park was deserted. As I got to the middle something in my head started me thinking about walking through the park in just the panties. Even though it was late and very dark the adrenalin was again dumping into my veins. I really have no idea how I arrived at the decision or where it came from, but within seconds all of my clothes were laying in the grass and all that covered me were the panties of some girl I didn't even know. I don't think it is physically possible for me to have been any harder or more turned than I was at that point. I first I just stood there, but then started walking away from my clothes. The farther I got away from them the hotter I became. This was a very large park and was close to a mile across. I kept walking towards the perimeter road and farther away from the rest of my clothes. The light blue material of the panties was transparent from my leaking tip and with every step I was closer to cumming. The sexy material of the panties was caressing my cock, the feeling was incredible. As I got with in a couple of hundred yards of the road, I saw a car in the distance. My heart was now racing in fear as I quickly retreated deeper into the middle of the park and the darkness. I watched as the car never slowed and continued on it's way. Calming down a bit, I continued back towards my jeans. Thinking that it was time to get out of there I grabbed my jeans. I guess I wanted to be able to look at my new panties as I finished my way home, but before putting my jeans on I took off the panties. All of the sudden I felt how naked I was in the middle of a park that I had walked though 100's of times and believe it or not I was more tuned on than I had been in the panties. Oh no....and exhibitionist is born. Reaching down and wrapping my cock in the panties I started to stroke myself. The feel of the warm air on my naked body seemed to heighten every sense and within minutes there was a volcano spurting from cock. My cum flew out onto the grass as my head swam. Why was being naked in this park so hot? This would be something that I definitely need to think more about.  |
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