1. Panty thief


    Date: 7/11/2017, Categories: Fetish, First Time, Masturbation, Author: Les1111, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    From probably about the age of 16/17 I started to switch my priorities in life from playing football to girls. Till then kicking a ball round around and watching my local team was all that mattered. My s****r was 2 years younger than me and my mother would be in her mid 40's. Bearing in mind I'm now in my 50's they were not role models in my development sexually. I've read about how some men would try to get peeks of the female members of there housr naked or in stages of undress. Not me. I borrowed begged and stole porn mags as did every k** my age. The pages were invariably stuck together after a few days. I didn't have the sense to shoot into a hanky or whatever. No not me, straight on the models picture. What I noticed even at that age, was that I liked the girls to have some underwear on. Sure I liked seeing pussy and tilts the same as any man, but for some reason I liked underwear. Fast forward I couple of years and I'd had the normal beginnings of a young mans sex life....fumbling about, getting knocked back, feel of tit here and there, sticky finger, then the big one when I was going out with a girl who was 2 years older than me called Anne. Now she was a real posh bird who had originated from London, and to be truthful was probably out of my league, but anyway she and I got it together and she took my virginity. That was many years ago, and not the point of my story. Although the sex was out of this world, and it was, what I didn't understand was why I loved her ...
    lingerie. Lads my age bragged about how much pussy they were getting, and how they fucked so and so and got a blow job of some girl at a dance.....none mentioned what these girls wore. I realised then that I was 'different' When Anne and I had a date, which normally ended with us fucking, she always wore nice matching panties and bra. When she really got dressed up the suspenders and stockings appeared. All matching. Always black. I loved it. As it was the only body I had properly explored, comparisons couldn't be made. To me she was perfection. And it probably was. After we had been going out for a while, maybe 6 months, I preferred her to leave her underwear on when I licked her and fucked her. There wasn't, , and still isn't, anything better than the feel of stockings when your making love. It's getting me hard even now, just thinking about it. Annes father had bought a farm and built a stable that Anne wanted and that's what her job was...meaning she was an early riser and had to be up at 5 in the morning to work the horses, leaving me in bed. That's when it all started. My career as a panty thief. Of course I didn't actually steal that many of Anne's. I didn't need to. They were all there in front of me. I marvelled at the feel of them, how soft and silky. My favourites were the French knickers. Like small football shorts. Haha. I tried them on, as one does, and of course they were to small, but I would always think that the material in the gusset must be right into Anne's ...
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