Knickers Seduction
(The story of Peter and Brenda, and their first adventure in directoire knickers) I was on my knees weeding the driveway at Miss E’s house. It was one of the more boring jobs that I had to do, but better than weeding the flower beds. My thoughts were on the new bike I was saving up to buy, and I was trying to work out just how much more money I would have to save when I became aware that Miss E had driven into the drive and stopped a few feet away from me. In those days the front […]
Peter Learns About Directoire Knickers
The year of 1950 will always be remembered by me as the year I discovered Directoire Knickers. Up until then, I had only used my sister’s school knickers, a style called gym knickers, made of a delightful silky material called Rayon. My discovery of Directoire Knickers came about quite by accident. I was staying for a few days with Mum’s younger sister, my Aunt Hetty. My sister, Brenda, stayed at home. In the lounge one day, I was sprawled on the floor doing my homework, the GCE exams were coming up and I wanted to get good
My First Encounter with Wonderful Directoire Knickers
When I was in my last year at school some new neighbours arrived. It was a couple with baby twins, and the wife, who was younger than her farm worker husband, became very friendly with my mother, who used to look after the twins. At that age I was very interested and inquisitive about girls and noticed that as Irene bent over to attend to the twins, her rather short dress rode up at the back. I was intrigued to see the elasticated legs of her white or sometimes pale blue knickers. These knickers were similar to
Lord Malcolm
Let me introduce myself. I’m a robust, fun-loving, healthy, good-looking and mature woman of fifty, and I’ve always had a keen interest in good sex. Some of my most memorable encounters have involved the sexual awakening of a young man, or boy really, largely by *my* skill and intuitive understanding of what arouses these young people. Many lads have received the benefit of what I had to teach them about themselves, but none of them has been as personally rewarding as the fourteen year old scion of the noble and wealthy family with whom I work as nurse/governess. Lord Malcolm,
Knickers Awakening
Even as a teenager I was still wearing nappies and rubber pants, and that situation was mainly due to being frightened during a wartime bombing experience. My Mummy used to reassuringly call it my ‘Potty Training’, and it was all kept a big secret from most people. An innocent young boy not recovered sufficiently to attend school, I was taught lessons at home, and under various women’s influences I had slowly become more and more girlish. But it was during my potty training that I gradually became more aware of women’s underwear. Mummy and her best friend,
I Like Knickers
I am a big knickers lover, especially the navy blue school knickers, and directoire knickers. As a lad I use to live with my auntie and her daughter. She was a few months older than me, and she used to let me put my hand up her skirt and feel her knickers as we sat and did our homework in the kitchen. I really enjoyed that, and would get a bit excited, to the extent when it was bedtime I would go the basket in the bathroom and get
Brian’s Directoire Knickers Discipline
It was in the early 50’s when I was at secondary school and my cousin Sheila was at grammar school, that we two cousins used to visit each other and have fun times during our school holidays. I loved to watch Sheila and her friends doing their handstands against a wall. Sheila usually tucked her skirt into the waist-elastic of her knickers when she was doing this and gave us all a good, long look at her gorgeous knickers. The girls’ knickers of the early fifties were rather like adult women’s directoire knickers. However,
Aunty Kay’s Silky Petticoats and Directoire Knickers
My love of ladies’ silky underwear started when I was still at school. I went to a co-educational school and at that time girls wore blouses and skirts for the winter term and then light cotton dresses for the warmer months. They also quite commonly wore slips under their skirts and dresses and I used to spend many a happy time during a boring lesson catching glimpses of their nylon and lace slips and underskirts peeking from under the girls’ skirts. There was one particular girl, for whom I had a burning lust, who regularly
Aunty Rosemarie’s Directoire Knickers
Aunty Rosemarie’s birthday fell on a lovely sunny day in mid-April. That day, her ‘adopted’ nephew, Paul, arrived on his bicycle at her large country cottage, to stay for a few days over the Easter holidays. He looked hot and tired as he had ridden about 30 miles, and so after he had left his shoes and outdoor clothes in the scullery, she took him upstairs for a relaxing bath. She had decided that he must rest in bed afterwards, before enjoying the nice meal that she was preparing for him. “Go and undress,”
A New Learning Experience
My relationship with my two aunties had always been filled with sexual overtones for as long as I can remember, with references made to how I would always be trying to sneak a look at my aunties’ stocking tops and lacy panties whenever I could. However, things began to take a more serious turn when I heard my mother telling them how she had caught me wanking into a pair of her panties and my aunties from then on seemed to provide me with many more opportunities to get a good
After School Helper
PART ONE I had always been interested in the sciences during my schooling and at times I nurtured visions of myself as a great physicist, in the mould of Isaac Newton, Maxwell or Faraday. Of course I was interested in Biology but it seemed to be a branch of Science of more interest to the girls. I was somewhat surprised therefore, when one afternoon, just as I was pushing my bike to the school gates, Miss Griffith the Biology teacher stopped her mini and asked me if I would like to help