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Well this story may or not be acceptable but it happened and here it is. The summer I reached 18 I needed any kind of part time job that would bring in ready cash; my aunt's neighbour, in her early forties, is a real estate agent and she knew me fairly well, very honest guy etc. and that I needed some odd jobs. Well honest yes, but not perfect. It seems her daughter volunteered or had been delegated to do some weekend house minding for a well to do family, their house having been up for sale, or something like...

I was in my teens and had been secretly wearing my mom's slips when no one was home. The feel of them drove me wild and I loved the feel against my body. I would also try on other things of hers so that I could get the full effect of what it felt like to be dressed in such wonderful clothes. The couple next door asked my mom if I would watch their house for a week while they were away. They wanted me to feed their cat, take the mail in and just check on things. I was...

When I was about 15 I discovered my mother's underwear drawer, or rather discovered the hidden thrills of her underwear drawer. My mother and sister were out riding and my father was working so I knew I had the morning to myself. I had taken a shower and cut through my parents bedroom instead of going around the landing. I felt a bit randy as one sometimes does at that age, and as I passed the dresser I noticed a drawer about a third open. It was obviously full of silky things and I went over to take a closer...

When I was at school in the early 1960s, I always passed my Great Aunt Vera’s place on the way home. She had a small shop and, whenever I called in, she would always have cakes and sweets that were past there sell-by date but good enough to eat anyway. But I had another reason for stopping by. I’d discovered that she would often do her ironing wearing just her underwear. I used to try to arrive on wash day, when she had all her panties and slips hanging on the line to dry. I would brush up against them...

  I once was on an inventory crew assigned to a large department store. A supervisor approached me and said to follow her to the “IA” department. I soon found out that “IA” stands for “Intimate Apparel.” “I want you to inventory our panties,” said the supervisor. She handed me a scanner, instructing me how to remove the panties, scan the bar code on the tags and replace the panties back on the display. The main wall, which I dubbed “The Great Wall of Panties,” had a cluster of 50, foot and a half long pegs, ten across and five...

I  was  one of four children in our house.  My two older  sisters were very close to me in age, and my younger sister was born just after  I  turned three.  When my baby sister was still a baby,  I remember  how sweet she looked in her frilly dresses  and  rhumba panty covered botttom.  Sometimes when my mother was changing  my baby  sister, she would ask me to help her by putting  the  dirty clothes  in the hamper.  This was when I first began to feel  the ruffles  of the panty covers.  I really did not think much  about this ...