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 results. Aunt Hetty had dozed off in the arm chair directly in front of me. I asked her something, but she didn’t respond so I looked up. Two things I noticed, one, she was asleep, and two, she was wearing pink knickers, and this was very evident because, as she had dozed off, her knees had parted almost as wide as her skirt would allow. The knickers had long elasticated legs, and made of a silky material. I just stared up her skirt, hardly daring to breathe in case I woke her up, thus spoiling my erotic view.
I felt a stirring in my loins and my cock started to stiffen. As it did so, I reached down and started to rub it. In almost no time at all I had my orgasm, spunk soaking my underpants. It felt very uncomfortable in a way, but in another way, very sexy.
Suddenly my Aunt grunted and woke up. “Oh dear Peter, I must have looked quite a sight with my legs gaping”, she said.
“Oh that’s alright Aunty,” I replied, “It doesn’t bother me.” I lied!
I got up and went to the bathroom, primarily to clean myself up. In my haste I forgot to lock the door!
I removed my trousers then looked down at my underpants. There was a very large wet patch where my spunk had soaked into the material. I took them off and wiped them with toilet paper. I also wiped them with the flannel to try and remove any stains.
I had an idea. I had only changed my underwear that day so my old pants would still be in the linen basket. Opening the basket, I located them and was just about to pull them out when my fingers touched something silky. Could it be?
I gripped the silky item and pulled it from the depths of the basket. Light blue knickers, with long elasticated legs, just like the ones that Aunt Hetty was wearing now. As I felt them, my cock again reared up into a wonderful stiff erection. Quite by chance, as I fondled the knickers, my knob brushed against the knickers. So delightful was this feeling that I gripped my cock and started to wank it, using the knickers to enhance the sensation.
“Peter! What are you doing with my knickers?” shouted my Aunt.
I was lost for words. Having forgotten to lock the door, and being so intent on what I was doing, I had not heard her come upstairs and enter the bathroom.
Instead of being angry, she just smiled at me.
“So you like the feel of my knickers do you dear? I bet you use Brenda’s knickers, don’t you?” she said. Before I could answer, she told me to go with her to her bedroom. Once in there, she told me to take all my clothes off. Naturally I was scared, but at the same time excited. My erect cock was testament to that.
She had taken some things from the dresser drawers, but it wasn’t until she laid them on the bed that I saw what they were. Pink directoire knickers, a much smaller size than she wore now, some stockings and some garters. She slipped the knickers on me, then rolled the stockings up my legs, then fixed them in place with the garters. “Let me look at you,” she said, stepping back to get a better look. “My, you do look nice dear.”
She told me that the knickers were a pair she used to wear when she was about eighteen, and much smaller than now.
“Lay back on the bed Peter, dear,” she said, beaming. I’ll show you how to appreciate knickers properly.”
I laid on the bed and waited. Meantime she had started to remove her blouse. I had never seen a woman’s breasts before, and hers were truly magnificent. Her bra was a lacy affair, but it didn’t do much to hide her cleavage. I just stared, open mouthed as she undid her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She wore a half slip, as I now know them to be; this too dropped to the floor to reveal her pink knickers and tan stockings. Unclipping her bra, she let her ample tits loose. The nipples were large and a sort of brown colour.
My cock was throbbing like hell now, and I wanted to rub it, but didn’t dare.
Aunt Hetty got onto the bed beside me, then told me to feel her tits. I liked this a lot.
Then she told me to feel her knickers. As I touched the silky material, sweet sensations shot up my spine, flooding my brain. My fingers worked ever closer to her gusset, until at last I had my hand between her legs. I could feel the warmth, a damp sort of warmth.
“Rub me hard, Peter!” she exclaimed, gasping. I did as commanded, not only exciting her but myself as well. I then slipped my hand under the leg elastic of her knickers and felt her fanny. It was all hairy and wet. I had only ever felt a girl of my own age before, and she had been hairless. This was a new experience for me. Instinctively I pushed a couple of fingers inside her fanny.
“That’s right Peter darling, do me nicely,” she said between pants. I fingered her for quite a while, then suddenly she shuddered and my fingers became very wet and slippery.
She stopped me and told me to remove my hand from her knickers, then lay back and relaxed.
The next thing I felt was her hand gripping my cock through the knickers and she started to wank me. Some fifteen minutes or so passed, then I felt my cum rising up my shaft. It shot out into the knickers making a dark wet stain. She continued for a couple of minutes more, then told me to go and strip off and put the soiled items into the linen basket.After we had dressed, we had something to eat.
That night I slept well and was woken up in the morning by a smiling Aunty Hetty with my breakfast on a tray, something she had never done before. “I’m going into town, dear, don’t play with yourself while I am out will you. I may have a surprise for you when I get back.”
I heard the front door shut and I was alone. I wondered what she meant, a ‘surprise’ I thought to myself. In the bathroom I stripped off my pyjamas and had a bath. As I dried myself my cock started to stiffen and I knew I must look in the linen basket.
I opened the lid and saw her pink directoire knickers from the previous day. As I lifted them up I saw that she had attached an envelope to them. ‘I said no playing with yourself, now put my knickers back’, it read. Carefully I replaced the note into the envelope and put the knickers back as near to where they had been. I didn’t want her to be angry with me.
I busied myself with tidying up my bedroom and washing the breakfast things. Just after 12:00 she arrived home. I made her a cup of tea and she sat in front of me on the sofa. As she crossed her legs I watched eagerly for a glimpse of her elasticated knicker leg but was disappointed as all I saw was a brief glimpse of her tan stocking top. ‘What is she wearing, why isn’t she wearing those darling directoire knickers?’ I asked myself. I felt so disappointed. As she uncrossed her legs and leaned forward to put her cup on the coffee table her knees parted, a full view of both tan stocking tops, her white thighs but what made my cock twitch was the sight of her knicker gusset, a shiny light blue material. The vision over, she looked up and smiled at me. “I’m just taking my shopping up stairs, Peter dear.” she said, “come up to your room in ten minutes. I said there might be a surprise for you.
I sat and waited, looking at the clock repeatedly, those ten minutes seemed to take forever to pass. I then heard her call and I hurried up the stairs. “I’m in the bathroom, dear,” she said in a rather low voice, “come in, will you.” My blood ran cold as I entered, as she had the hamper lid up and was looking at the pink directoire knickers. “I see you couldn’t resist them darling, however you have obviously not removed them. Good boy. Now go and look on your bed.” Quickly I went to my room. On the bed were three pairs of what I can only describe as ‘mini-directoire knickers’, pink, light blue and lemon. But there was also another garment which shimmered in the sun light. I picked it up, it was a full length nightdress made of rayon with delicate lace trimming around the neck and hem. I was still looking at and feeling the sensuous garment when she spoke behind me. “Strip your bed down darling, from now on you will be sleeping in my bed and you will be wearing knickers and that nightdress too.” I didn’t know what to say. I was so surprised, but so happy.
That night at 10:00 I was told to go to bed. “Don’t forget to clean your teeth and wash your private areas, dear,” she called, as I left the room. In the bathroom I washed my cock and bottom thoroughly, took the liberty of using her talc and then went to her bedroom. She had laid out the lemon knickers for me. My cock was already stiff and throbbing in anticipation, but when I slipped the nightdress over my head and the sensual material slithered down over my body, well I almost fainted with ecstasy. Stepping into the lemon knickers I drew them up, they caressed my cock and balls so perfectly, and as I slid down under the sheets the weight of the bedding made the feeling so much more intense. Half an hour later I heard her footsteps on the stairs. She went into the bathroom and it was several minutes before she came into the bedroom. I looked at her; she had changed into her nightwear, a white silky nylon nightdress which came down to just below her knees but what intrigued me most was its semi-transparency. I could see that she was wearing pink directoire knickers underneath. My cock was rock hard and straining against my lemon knickers, the material becoming quite wet with the secretions issuing from the knob-hole.
Aunt Hetty pulled the bed clothes down and smiled when she saw the state of my knickers. You’ll need to change your knickers later on, before you go to sleep, dear.” She laid next to me and gently teased her fingers over the tented knickers. This only served to make my juices more copious . Grasping my cock through the knickers she started to wank it, very, very slowly. “You like my knickers, dear?” She asked in a low husky voice. I think my response answered her question. I rubbed my hand over her tummy and felt the sensuous, silky garments, and my head was swimming and my balls ached for release. I took the initiative and gradually pulled the hem of her nightie up to reveal her pink directoire knickers in all their glory. I ran my fingers around the knicker-leg elastic thrilling at the feel of the puckered elastic, upwards my hand wandered until it was resting on her hot knicker-gusset. I could feel her cunt-lips cradled in the silky folds and wanted desperately to cum, but somehow I managed to hold back difficult as it was with her hand wanking my knicker-encased cock. She stopped wanking me and laid back and closed her eyes. “You certainly know how to please your aunty, darling,” she said shakily, “make me feel good, please’. Gently I eased my fingers into the waist elastic of her pink knickers and slowly eased them down. She lifted her buttocks to assist in their lowering. When her cunt came into view my cock stiffened to a degree l hadn’t experienced before. Rubbing my fingers the length of her cunt-lips, feeling the wet moistness of them and seeing the little hood with the clitoris protruding proudly, I just knew I had to kiss it and love it. I bent over her and placed my lips over it and then closed tightly on it, sucking it hard. She was sighing loudly and muttering incoherently. Gradually my fingers slipped inside her cunt and started to finger her while still attending to her clitoris. Suddenly she shuddered and buttocks heaved upwards, her legs shook and I felt a great wetness cover my fingers. Then she sank back onto the bed. ‘Darling, you know how to make your aunty feel good. But we must make you comfortable now otherwise you wont sleep. Pull my knickers back up then put your cock under the leg elastic’, she said.
After pulling her knickers up into place and making sure the waist and leg elastics were correctly in place I pulled up my knicker leg and pulled my cock from inside the confines of the knickers. Lifting the leg of her elastic I pushed my cock underneath and let the elastic grip it. “Now darling, push it up and down. We must drain you before you sleep”. Up and down I pushed my cock, thrilling at electric sensations that were being sent down my stiff shaft and up my spine. My brain was in turmoil. But then I felt that wonderful moment, the rush of cum up the shaft then that erotic moment of the spunk gushing from the knob-hole. A few more thrusts and I lay there totally exhausted. “We had better go and change our knickers, darling,” she said, “and wash the mess up too.”
I followed her to the bathroom where we both stripped off our knickers and put them into the bath to soak. After washing and putting some talc on we went back to the bedroom where we pulled on fresh knickers. I snuggled up close to her, the light went out and we dropped off into a satisfied sleep.
I woke in the morning to find her with her hand inside my knickers, she was wanking my erect cock. Ten minutes later I spurted my cum into the knickers. “That will keep you going until tonight”, she said, with a cheeky smile. “After breakfast you will be able to wash our soiled knickers. There is a good breeze blowing so later you’ll be able to iron them too.” I didn’t mind at all, in fact I was looking forward to doing my chores.
That was how I spent the rest of my time with Aunt Hetty but alas, after two weeks I had to go back home. However it wasn’t the end of my directoire knickers adventures with her. Once a month I went over for Sunday lunch and always enjoyed the desserts that followed. That’s how I became hooked on silky directoire knickers, a passion that has lasted all these years and hopefully will for the rest of my life.
