Rate this story My auntie kept her underwear in a drawer in her bedroom. I used to sneak in and pull it open, and run my hands over the neat piles of white slips, bras and panties. The sight of them aroused me greatly. My heart would pound as I imagined myself slipping into them. One day when we were alone in the house she caught me with the drawer open, running my hands over her undies. I was about sixteen at the time. She asked me sharply what I was doing. I mumbled shamefaced that I wanted to dress...
