When I was invited to an elderly friend’s birthday party about 200 miles away, I had already known him for quite a while. Bob knew of my work as corsetiere and underwear consultant and retailer. He also knew that I hosted ladies underwear parties as we had met when he’d accompanied a new lady-friend to one of these increasingly popular and rather erotic underwear parties.
Weeks later, he had travelled over to attend another of what had become known as my ‘panty parties.’ He was alone on this occasion, and one of only three men attending, so I naturally looked after him for the day, and we became friends.
Then, when he invited me to his birthday party I happily accepted. When the April day approached, I spent much time in preparing and pampering myself for what I eagerly anticipated would be a very exciting and enjoyable occasion. I wanted to feel particularly nice all over, and during a long, relaxing bath I made quite sure that my intimate areas were completely smooth and hairless. This was so that when all about me would be busy getting intoxicated and sexy, my lovely white panties would be secretly caressing and teasing me into a wonderful mood of erotic desire.
As well as being in the corsetry and underwear business, I was passionately interested in traditional, white underwear, and I had a wonderful personal collection of white brassieres, petticoats, directoire knickers, knickers, pantees, underpants, panties, and wide white suspender belts. There were also many pastel-coloured knickers of all descriptions in my collection, but my passion is for pure white underwear, which to me looks the nicest of all, so I carefully selected some of each in silky white nylon, and soft white cotton. I chose which underwear I wanted to wear during the drive to Somerset, and packed the remainder in the suitcase.
In order to be fresh for the party, I arrived the evening before, and was able to help Bob with the food and drink. It was to be a ‘fun’ party, and I had fully expected that various couples would go off into other rooms for sex-games as I was very aware of his broad-minded attitude, and unusual sexual interests. But what had actually been planned for the occasion came to me as very big surprise!
Later in the evening, after the cake had been cut and the drink had flowed freely for a while, I suddenly noticed that a very steep, aluminium loft-ladder had appeared in the hallway of his big, old, high-ceilinged bungalow.
Being a non-drinker, and thus fully aware of everything going on around me, my heart thumped wildly as I was ushered towards the ladder. A woman was already starting to go up the steps towards the red glow shining from above that looked strange and sinister, and as I wondered what went on up there in the loft, I was told to step up onto the ladder. Suddenly feeling very shy and nervous, I hoped that it was just so that everyone could look up my skirt and watch my underwear.
Although I was acutely embarrassed, I felt somewhat reassured that I at least I was wearing proper, full-fitting, white cotton panties. I assumed that the gathering group below would not be gazing as intently at my panties as they were staring up the skirt of the woman in front of me. She was somewhat younger, and being already partly up the ladder, I could already see that she was wearing similar white panties to my own. They looked wonderful and for a moment I stared up her skirt with strange feelings running through my trembling body.
Then I suddenly became shocked at how very exposed her pantied bottom had become, due to the steepness of the ladder. I was also amazed at, due to difficult climb, how long I could see the full display of her intimate underwear, as she slowly eased each leg upwards, and so I quickly tried to step aside to allow the others to go before me. However, that was not to be allowed, and I was soon protesting and struggling with mild panic as I was forcefully guided to put my foot on the first step.
I felt hands on my ankles and knees, so there was no hope of going back. I feared that my nylon stockings would be damaged, so when hands started to grasp my stockinged thighs I cried out and started to go upwards. When I turned and glanced blushingly down, all eyes were staring upwards, too!
My heart thumped and my bottom mysteriously tingled in my panties for what seemed ages as I twisted from side to side up each difficult step. It was impossible to hurry, and I moaned inwardly with embarrassment as I pictured the views that they were having of my white pantied bottom, and my stocking-tops and suspenders as I struggled up one awkward step at a time. Then, even more devastating, I knew that they were looking at my wide, white pantie-gusset as it twisted intimately between my trembling thighs. Then strangely, the sexy grip of the elastic in the legs of my panties had never before felt so sexy on my stretching, sensitive thighs, and I sensed the lustful, erotic atmosphere building below me. It was quickly enveloping me in its irresistible desires, and I trembled all over, for I knew that once I was aroused, my lovely white panties would keep me wildly aroused until I was fully satisfied.
Eventually my upper body passed through the small trapdoor and my view downwards was hidden by the flare of my skirt. My heart raced desperately as I visualised exactly what my unavoidably, fully-exposed underwear display looked like to the group of lustful friends staring upwards.
Then I heard gasps from below as I stepped slowly and cautiously to one side across the wide gap onto the loft floor, and into the welcoming hands of the first lady.
I was flushed, trembling, and speechless, and she whispered excitedly to me, “I just love coming up those steps, don’t you?”
Breathless with mixed emotions, I whispered to her that it was my first time up there, and then my eyes widened in amazement at what I saw in the dim, eerie red wall-lights of the large attic room.
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