(A short story by Robert and edited by Rosemarie)
Now that I’m getting older I often think back fondly to that delightful time when I became aware of what girls were really about, and more specifically, what they wore under their skirts. I very soon got really hooked on their knickers.
My schooldays’ experiences were probably similar to those of many other schoolboys – a succession of attempts to look at, even touch, those delightful ‘regulation’ knickers in pastel shades of – mostly – blue, green or brown.
As I did not attend a mixed school my experiences were sadly too few and far between. In fact, most of them were during out of school hours – on the farm where my same age friend lived. He had a sister two years older, who would sometimes bring two or three girls home after school to play around.
Part of this ‘playing around’ often involved them practicing handstands on the lawn. They did this against the wall of the house. Whether they realized we were lurking behind the knot-holed close-boarded fence that separated the lawn from the farmyard, I know not – but they certainly showed no inhibitions. They would stand facing the wall, then throw themselves onto their hands and power their legs up against the wall. Only very rarely did any of them tuck their knickers into their dresses, and so their skirts or dresses just fell back over their faces, revealing a delicious expanse of cotton knickers stretched over their tummies and down in between their legs, tight over their pussies. And when they came back down from being up against the wall we would be treated momentarily to the view of their lovely knickers stretched tight across their bums.
Unfortunately, this was only looking, not touching, but it was enough to get me excited and have a great wank when I went to bed that night. Just thinking about touching those knickers, pushing my hands down under their waist-elastic until I could feel what I imagined would be light hair round moist cunt lips, was enough to make my cock rock hard. At that stage, I wasn’t able to get my foreskin right back over the head of my cock, but my hand wanking it to and fro as far as it would go would soon see a big jet of very juvenile cum spurting up towards my chest.
My first ‘touching’ experience came a couple of years later, when I was about 15. I joined the local youth club which met on a Thursday evening. There was a bit of dancing, daft games and general nonsense. My eye was caught by a girl named Pamela, whom I knew vaguely just from being around in the village. She went to the local Girls’ Secondary Modern. She was not exactly glamorous-looking, but she had a very nice body. She was quite tall, plumpish and with big tits.
We had danced together once that evening and I had felt her bra through her nylon blouse as she pressed against me, giving me the start of an erection. Towards the end of that session, we had caught each other’s eyes across the hall. I was about to go over to her to ask if I could see her home, when suddenly two burly lads, local farmhands, approached her. One said, “Come on, Jack – let’s ‘tip her’!” Without further ado, one stood each side of Pamela and grabbed her by an arm and an ankle and began to turn her upside down.
She naturally screamed as her head went down and her legs went up into the air, and her short, grey, pleated skirt fell back over her chest revealing a pair of pure white, shiny nylon knickers. They were big, beautiful knickers and I realized later that they were ‘high waisted’ knickers. They had elastication around their legs – pretty tight, too, from what I could see. In the event, Pamela proved to be too heavy for them and as she approached the vertical, one ankle slipped from Jack’s grip and her leg swung down and outwards – giving me a wonderful view directly in between her open legs. I’d never seen anything so gorgeous and exciting, and stared at it while the two lads lost their balance and just let go of her. She slowly slumped to the floor, revealing more tasty views of her gorgeous, wide, pure-white knicker-gusset and white-knickered bottom in the process.
She was clearly very distressed so I rushed over and helped her to her feet. I said, “Let’s get out of here”, and sure enough we were soon heading out in the darkness towards the lane, at the end of which she lived. I slipped my arm around her shoulder and she immediately responded by throwing her arm tightly round my waist, suggesting she fancied me.
There wasn’t any opportunity for stopping to sit on the ground for although it was high summer and warm it had rained earlier so everywhere outdoors was soaking wet, and in any case kids of our age didn’t shag. So very soon we found ourselves almost at her house. I walked her down the garden path to the huge, dark porch that covered the front door. As soon as we got there Pamela turned towards me and we immediately started kissing – for me, quite passionately. As we broke for air, Pamela whispered that although her parents seemed to have gone to bed she did not think she should invite me in as she had to go to work the next day – to a job she had only just started.
Although this rather disappointed me I took it as a signal that at least her father was unlikely to suddenly open the door. We started kissing again and my hands moved down inside her cardigan and over her large, firm breasts that lurked beneath her nylon blouse. Pamela’s response was to push her tongue deeper into my mouth. I put my left hand back around her bare neck and let the right one drift down over her short skirt. I soon felt my fingers on bare, warm flesh as she was wearing no stockings that night. Pamela didn’t seem to resist in the slightest as I slowly moved my hand up her leg until I felt the exciting and unmistakable ridge of the elastic of her knicker-leg. This was making me even randier so I let my hand wander all round her smooth, silky, snug-fitting knickers – inside and out. I put my hand between her legs, which Pamela parted just a bit more, and felt her warm moistness before turning it over and slipping a finger under the elastication of her knicker-leg up into the pouting, now sopping-wet lips of her cunt. Then I moved my hand up to her knickers waistband and down inside, feeling the nylon silky-smooth against me until the back of my hand was tight against the wet crutch of her knickers. Then I was able to work my fingers slowly and gently into her slippery sex-tunnel. She seemed to lap this up, parting her legs further and rocking to and fro on my finger, her juices occasionally sweeping over it. Suddenly I felt her hands opening my trousers, whereupon they fell to the floor. Her hand settled onto my soft, white, cotton underpants and I moaned with pleasure when she found my cock and fondled it through the soft cotton of my underpants. But she was not satisfied with that and quickly tugged my underpants down. Then to my joy she gripped my rock hard cock in a way that sent a shudder through me. When she started wanking it up and down I began to panic as I was in danger of coming a huge load which would go everywhere, over me and Pamela. As I approached the point of no return I did the only thing I could think of that wasn’t going to leave Pamela’s and my outer garments in a cum-stained mess; I took my prick out of her hand, pulled the elastic of one knicker-leg aside and rammed my cock up it. I pulled Pamela close to me as a torrent of cum spurted up between her knickers and her tummy and I immediately started telling her how sorry I was that this had happened.
“Don’t worry, Darling” she gasped as my cock started to subside and the cum slowly trickled down her tummy, into her knickers’ crotch and, probably, down her leg. “It’s better than it going all over my skirt or your trousers – that could take some explaining away – for you and me!”
As we tidied ourselves up, I noticed Pamela was working on the tops of her legs with her handkerchief, presumably to mop up the cum that was escaping from her knickers. What a lovely, considerate girl I thought – I must see more of her. But in the event, it didn’t happen because Angela came along and that started a new series of knickers adventures…