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Title: My Obsession With Panties
I've been obsessed with panties from a very early age; probably the first time I noticed the difference between my sisters' silky, lacy undies and my own boring cotton "Tidy Whities." I should probably add here that I have three older sisters, one more beautiful than the other. Mom is rather attractive too; that's where they get it from! Dad left early on, when I was about 10 or 11.
When my parents divorced, Mom gathered my sisters and myself and told us things would be different from now on. She said she got a new job and that we would have to pitch in by choosing a household chore and owning it. Since I was the youngest I got to choose first and without thinking I said, "Laundry." Everybody looked at me funny but since nobody else wanted to do the washing the job fell to me.
I did an exceptional job! Not only did I do the laundry but I put it away in Mom's and everyone's drawers and closets for them. This gave me complete access to all the female clothes in the house. After a while everyone just got used to having clean clothes magically appear and didn't think about what might be happening to their panties between the hamper and returning to the drawer.
It was also during this period that I strarted crossdressing; something I continue to do. While Mom was out working and my sisters did afterschool activities like sports and cheerleading, I was home frolicking in all the feminine clothes - the dresses, the blouses but most importantly the underwear. As they wore out panties and discarded them, I would add them to my collection and wear them under my clothes to school. Mom continued to buy me male underwear but since she didn't do the laundry she didn't know I never wore it.
As I got to high school, no one's hamper was safe from me. I would steal panties from my friends' sisters and even their Moms if they were attractive. I even lifted panties of a well-preserved granny or two. I was so brazen in those days I am shocked I was never caught! I started buying lingerie at this time as well, but had a massive purge right before I left for college.
In college I tried to keep my panty desires in check. For the most part I was "good" but occasionally I would be triggered by the odd lost pair of panties in the laundry room of my (co-ed) dorm. I really had no privacy and no place to store my panty collection so I tried to resist temptation.
My panty desires may have languished in college but they came back with a vengence once I got out! I moved into the city and into the working world. One of my first jobs was with a big ad firm in Manhattan. The firm was staffed by young, single, mostly college educated women; some just mouth-watering. Like the Movie business, Advertising is all about who you're fucking so as a junior staffer I really didn't have much of a chance with all the women who were trying to screw their way to the top. Happily, most of the women at the firm worked out and left their gym bags in their offices so opportunities for panty pilferage were abundant. I worked a lot of late hours in those days so I would make the rounds in the building, peeking into offices to see if there were any gym bags left overnight.
But by far my greatest pleasure at that early job was communing with my Boss' panties. Alma was a gorgeous blonde with a perfect body. She was horrid and ruthless as a person - one of those real barracuda career women. She drove me crazy and she knew it but as far as she was concerned I was just another piece of office equipment. A creature of habit, Alma would go to aerobics class every day at lunch, come back and then duck out for fifteen minutes or so to grab a quick bite. So I knew I had that window to go into her office and put my face in her underwear every day. Alma wore beautiful, top-shelf imported panties - the kind a woman gets from a lover; not the kind she buys for herself. I mean, not too many women are inclined to buy themselves a $110 pair of La Perla panties! After 45 minutes of aerobics they were dripping wet and delicious. How I looked forward to those fifteen minutes in Heaven every day! I would sniff and lick and drool over her delicious delicates.
One day I was behind her desk sucking on her panties when suddenly Alma burst into the office. Horrified, I stuffed her panties in my pocket. She curtly asked me a question about one of the accounts and receiving my reply, went storming out the door obviously irritated. After she left I looked down and realized to my horror her panties were hanging out of my pocket! She had caught me dead to rights fondling her underwear but was too focused on work to notice! I don't think Alma would have just let it go because she reveled in her meanness. I believe she would have thoroughly enjoyed humiliating me and having me fired. I took that pair of panties home and wanked myelf raw with them.
I was crazy for this one staffer in Media Buying. She was a gorgeous redhead in her late twenties who was a relatively junior staffer. Alas, she was so gorgeous but had a penchant for dating guys VP level or above; unattainable to mere mortals like me. Her panties were sooooooo delicious. She wore pretty stuff and I loved her scent. Even with all the panties I was stealing at that time, hers were special.
Usually I was pretty careful to hit a gym bag only once but I was in love with this woman and hit her two, three, four times. I should have quit while I was ahead but I just had to go back one more time! It was then I found a note TO THE PERVERT WHO'S BEEN STEALING MY UNDERWEAR inside her bag. It complained that it was getting expensive replacing the stolen pairs of panties. I don't know why she just didn't start taking the bag home at night, but I guess she needed to vent!
So, the next day I went out and spent a week's pay on eight or ten of the most gorgeous panties you've ever seen. That night I put them in her gym bag. I should have left it at that but about a week later the desire to hit her again became too strong! This time there was a wet, ripe pair of her panties on top of the bag, when they had always been on the bottom before. I never actually spoke to her since I was in Account Management and she was in Media Buying but she used to give me the wickedest smirk whenever she passed me in the hall. I like to think she knew it was me who had been taking her panties.
As I've gotten older my panty desires have gotten stronger, more perverted. Even now no woman's hamper is safe when I'm around. All styles, all ages it doesn't matter. Each pair of panties has its own scent, which I like to compare to fine wines. A deep, dank scent is a Merlot. A light, pissy scent might be a Chardonnay and so forth. It works for me. Any time I steal a pair of panties I put them in a ziploc bag and write the date they were stolen and who they belonged to, if I know.
I have hit every female member of the family - sisters in law, nieces, aunts, my MIL, anybody's fair game. I enjoy my wife's panties very much. In fact I'd really rather commune with her underwear than have sex with her, which is not nearly as exciting as her yummy panties. My fave panty sessions are when my MIL comes to stay with us and I get to rifle her suitcase for dirty panties. She also wears top-shelf underwear and that is always enjoyable. She knows I do this and doesn't really like it but I guess she doesn't want to make waves, even though I would like to think she's flattered (yeah right).
Like most crossdressers there have been many terrible bouts with guilt and purges along the way. But now I'm pretty comfortable about who I am and what I want. I doubt it'll happen again. I've gotten pretty shameless about lingerie shopping for myself. I find that as long as you act like a customer who expects to be helped, that's generally how you'll be treated. I have all kinds of femme clothes but about 120 pairs of panties. All kinds are included - off the shelf brand panties, high end panties, sissy panties, fetish panties. I don't really look that great in drag so I confine my dressing to behind closed doors. I also have several dozen pairs of panties purloined from various women.
My latest prize is a pair I lifted from a woman who I've lusted after for years. She's Australian and soooooo sexy. She had a dinner party and I just had to have a pair of her panties! I scored them but was a little disappointed at the cheap stuff she wore. Lace panties, $7.99 at your nearest Target. Ick. I expected her to have a little more style! Nevertheless, they were still scented deliciously and I milked with them for days fantasizing about her.
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