My Pantie Awakening

Tucked up in bed I continually experimented with my new found erection. Maybe I was eleven or twelve years old. Night after night I’d stroke my pleasure cock, it would get big and hard and the more I stroked the better, more ecstatic I felt. I knew I was heading somewhere good. I don’t know why, and I don’t remember exactly how, but within a month or two I found myself doing this caressing and massaging in two pairs of panties. I knew my mum had a drawer for all her knickers, and among them were two silky, lacy pairs. The smaller pair were white, all lacy at the front with a little pink bow sewed in the waist band. My big cock always peeked its purple head out of the top of these. The other exquisite pair were a kind of light green, and all silky with dainty lace around each of the leg openings and waistband, and big enough to hold my cock encased in a first silky prison. Wearing both I would stroke my cock, instinctively knowing this was somewhere lovely. Still night after night I would lie under the blankets caressing, stroking, dry-wanking for sheer pleasure. And then one night, my caressing turned to cream. I had no idea what was happening, but knew this new juicy intensity was gorgeous. Feeling my first spurting gush of boy cream I moved my pantie elastic high and clear as the jets of sticky come spurted all over my belly. And then the first guilt rush. Tugging the panties down my thighs and over my ankles, how could I get them back in my mum’s top drawer as quickly as possible. Of course, I had to wait till the next morning.

A pattern was set. I just had to taste more, ever chasing the silky pantie encasement holding my balls and cock so pretty. And then those thick wads of my cream being spent on my belly. And so captured by it all, I was always full of dare, creeping in, slowly pulling open the drawer so thrilled in anticipation. First, the aroma of the scented drawer came forth, all soaps and powder. On one side there would be the pantie girdles and bras, and to the other side were the loosely piled arrangement of cotton panties. Underneath was what I was searching for, the familiar silky green pair and further down the little white lacy ones. I felt each one, wondering, but really knowing how they would feel, always drawing out my two special pairs, convincing myself that my mum would never know they had disappeared for another night. That lovely strange feeling again came over me as I knew what awaited me under the duvet that night.

Again I covered my cock in my new lacy heaven. But now knowing what followed the pre-come, my new slippery creamy substance came much more quickly. I shuddered and jolted in glee, suppressing my gasps. I was in pure ecstasy, tasting joy and sensuality in panties for the first time. I quickly dabbed myself clean with some carefully torn toilet tissue, making sure none of my cream could mess my panties. All relief and confusion, then a little of the guilt pang would click in. And how to put my panties back in the drawer...

Later, to my amazement I discovered that if I lay down and dragged my cock out of the side of my panties, I wouldn’t have to hold them by their waistband, and the same wonderful experience could happen, my creamy come caught in the sheets of carefully positioned toilet tissue. Then, the refinement process began. I could try tights between the two panties, wow!! They were smooth and made my little white panties lovely and tight around my cock and balls. And if I slipped some doubled and tripled toilet tissue into my panties just where my big cock would throw its cream, then by rubbing myself into a pillow the ecstasy would return very quickly.

During the following months later, as I regularly returned to the chest of drawers, I experimented and discovered that it was really all panties at all times that made my feel good. First I began to keep my panties on through the weekend days till I just had to stroke and cream my femmie cock, and only then slip them off. Even then I would keep them in my drawer knowing I’d be back up for more within hours. And I remember trying on a pair of pink cotton hipster type ones, and then the thrill of a pantie girdle and my little bit of toilet tissue tucked inside to catch my spurts of cream as I found that coming in my panties all tight was the best. I even began looking in the laundry basket at bath time looking to see what was in the pile. I remember particularly enjoying the feel of wearing tights in the bath, and pissing and then rubbing myself off in the wettest, smoothest surrounds. How I thought I could place the tights back in the laundry basket all wet and messy without my mum wondering is beyond me now. But at the time, I’m sure the chase for the sensual pantie-rush could have convinced me of anything.

My fate was set. Just the mention of the word “panties” would ignite my flame. And a life using panties, caring for them, buying them, wearing them, licking the scent of a lover from them… Audrey knows just a glimpse of them is enough to enflame my adoring interest.