Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 10:16 pm Post subject: Lisa's Underwear
Lisa’s Underwear – Part 01
Some years ago we had an absolutely gorgeous receptionist working with our firm. Now please, let me describe Lisa. Apart from the fact that she was 19 years younger than me, which made a man of my age immediately fascinated in her, is that Lisa was (still is) a blonde, blue eyed, attractive, voluptuous and firm breasted young woman – the kind of healthy female figure I’m attracted to. Thin women not in the least captivate me! If I may stretch the imagination a little I’ve often thought of Lisa as a young Pamela Anderson, although carrying a few extra pounds. But being in just the right places, those few pounds have never looked out of place.
Although I’ve never seen her wearing short skirts or anything revealing, I’ve often been treated to the occasional flash of shimmering nylon slip and frothy lace when she’d been seated in the office, or a down-blouse satin bra indulgence as she has leaned forward at times. The thin fabric of some dresses often accentuated the visible lines of her briefs with the delicate lace of her bra revealed through thin blouse fabric. Many were the times I’d enjoy slow soaped-hand masturbation when home, standing under the shower with eyes closed and dreaming about a memory that young Lisa had left me with at days end. I’d concluded long ago that Lisa’s underwear collection was pure sensuality – and I wanted some of it. I've definitely had some thoughts about what I'd like to do with her underwear – and with Lisa in it preferably. So it was most encouraging to know that younger women continued to have The Right Stuff when it came to underwear selection!
Please bear with me if I jump forward a few years here, which I’ll probably do at various stages as you read through my messages, to discuss an interesting development with Lisa. She went on to marry James, one of the guys in our office, then later left our company to work for a different organisation. It was through sheer chance one day that I inadvertently saw a document with Lisa’s new email address at the firm where she now worked; I hadn’t been looking for the information but had stumbled across it by good fortune. Not only that, but it also had a private hotmail.com address that she used as well. I committed both email addresses to memory and left the document where I’d seen it.
I let it go a while, a couple of months, and then thought the time was right to have a little “email funâ€Â. I created a cyber personality, a character that I thought she couldn’t resist, then sent the first message off. I wouldn’t expect a woman to respond completely cold so it wasn’t until after the third message was sent that I eventually got her reply. But, as was expected when dealing with a complete “strangerâ€Â, her messages were a little repressed in the early stages until she felt more comfortable. Eventually, after about three months and maybe a dozen quite harmless messages between us, she was convinced that not only was I totally anonymous - but I also lived in another country. Lisa finally felt safe to lower some of her modesty barriers; it was only a matter of time and patience to let the confidence build.
Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 10:17 pm Post subject: Re: Lisa's Underwear
Part 02
Meanwhile, I continued to see James and Lisa on an occasional basis and often dropped by their home. I had been very careful in creating my cyber alter ego that I never used words, expressions or conversation that I did in normal daily life. But that’s a simple task when you have time to compose an email message.
We had enjoyed almost six months of correspondence, from modest small talk to quite intimate communication, when I felt the time was right to explore the area most sacred to underwear fetishists. I first broached the subject of underwear by inquiring about what type of intimate apparel she liked to wear and what her husband wanted her to wear.
Lisa was a little apprehensive at first and wasn’t sure why I had brought this topic up. I explained that this was a subject dear to the heart of many males, plus it can be important in her married life, if ever she felt it needed something a little extra.
I posed the question, “My dear, whenever you’re at work, or sitting on the bus, have you ever wondered why guys like to look up your skirt or down your blouse?â€Â
Yes, was the response – this was true. How did I know this?
“It’s the same the world over. We may get the chance of seeing something of anatomical interest that social modesty normally prevents us from admiring – a nipple, the upper regions of a female thigh. But it’s the shimmering fabric and frothy lace that attracts us as well.â€Â
And from that point onwards there was no turning back. Within time I was suggesting that she introduce silky “pantyjobs†into her bedroom life to see what her husband thought of this. Lisa had no idea what I was referring to and what a delight it was to explain to this gorgeous creature the art of masturbating her husband with a pair of her slinky panties. I was recommending what she buy to enhance her underwear drawer. I might say that the underwear fetishist had a blank canvas and was allowed to create the ultimate underwear collection, with a willing pupil at his disposal. She bought some of the items I suggested – expensive, good quality slips, camisoles, panties and briefs. Lisa was amazed what it did within her marriage.
“Okay, your husband is obviously healthy and enjoys your new wardrobeâ€Â, I’d encourage her, when all along I was thinking, “James… you lucky bastard.â€Â
Lisa was equally astonished what it did in the office where she worked. She told me how she was now creating situations where she’d allow her hem to rise up, exposing her slip. How she’d allow her top to fall open to reveal some “down-blouse†views occasionally. She’d now wear a skirt and jacket to work, with a lacy satin camisole as a blouse. She had been introduced to the power of women’s everyday underwear items and the effect they have on men.
At no time did I ever introduce the subject of “hitting†women’s underwear drawers, laundry hampers or clotheslines with Lisa. I never told her that some of us are just as interested in the underwear, as well as what it covers. How some of us can have a night’s pleasure with underwear, as much as we can enjoy the owners. Why did I not talk about this? Please understand that I was often an invited guest at James and Lisa’s home. I never wanted Lisa to know about this, as I didn’t want her to become wary of all males. After all, there’s a strong possibility that she’d remove the laundry hamper from their bathroom. That’s something I didn’t want to happen.
Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 10:18 pm Post subject: Re: Lisa's Underwear
Part 03
I enjoyed nearly two years of email communication with Lisa until it stopped. There was nothing in the final messages to indicate anything that displeased her. With discretion and the utmost respect I said my goodbyes and simply left it open for her to contact me anytime she liked. In the real world I was pleased to hear that Lisa had fallen pregnant with their first child. I have no doubt that the time had come for her to leave behind our “cyber existence of naughty chat†and move into a more responsible phase of her life with impending motherhood. That may have heralded the end of our cyber relationship, but Jason and Lisa were still very much a part of my life.
About six months ago, apart from my occasional social visits to their home (coffee, dinner invitations etc) I volunteered to help James dig out and move a large shrub in the yard. The day was quite warm by the time I arrived at heir house mid-morning, so we started on the heavier work before the hottest part of the day. After a couple of hours of hot digging we took a lunch break where, prior to Lisa preparing a light meal in the kitchen, we sat on the back patio and chatted about old times. Lisa had prepared cool drinks and nibbles, busying herself arranging them on the outdoor table; this giving me plenty of opportunities to cast an eye over the hostess’ attire - stealing the occasional glance when James didn’t notice of course.
We’d retired to the dining room and, after finishing our meal, I’d had enough of simply watching Lisa. I had an erection you could cut diamonds with and I had to do something about it – immediately! I excused myself to go to the bathroom, which of course included a quick check of the shower rail and clothes hamper. Included a quick check? I was desperate and needed something of hers right away, so I searched for anything of Lisa’s that was intimate, shimmering and slippery.
Okay, Lisa had always been very house-proud. There was nothing left hanging in the shower recess or around the bathroom. That’s predictable, when having guests around it’s not unusual for a quick tidy up to be done beforehand.
I spied the clothes hamper in the corner and lifted the lid. Yes! It was quite full which meant I had to hit pay dirt here, the washing hadn’t been done for a couple of days. I only had to move a few garments in the hamper to find what I was seeking - one pair of the most exquisite silvery-white satin bikini panties you could ever wish for. Apart from that gorgeous garment there was a pink nylon camisole and two pair of cotton panties – and I’m definitely not a cotton man. It’s got to be shining and shimmering for me thanks! Lisa, what are you doing buying this cotton rubbish honey?
I lifted the silvery-white treasure to my face and drank deeply of Lisa’s womanly scent - pure satin heaven. They were silky, of a thick lustrous and weighty fabric. The fragrance of her perfume hinted on the briefs, but again they were sweetened with her natural cologne as well. I drank and I drank of her aroma. I inhaled from the gusset’s silky folds, imagining Lisa’s sweet, juicy slit nestled within the fabric in the recent past. I’d already unzipped for the pleasure and my cock was standing straight out. Lowering the panties in my left hand, I arranged the garment with the larger back panel exposed and let my cock feel the electric kiss. Ooh, just so soft and shimmering as I slid them slowly along my erect cock. Sheer ecstasy.
Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 10:18 pm Post subject: Re: Lisa's Underwear
Part 04
I made a quick decision on the white satin bikini panties and pink nylon camisole, thinking "Hmm… Lisa would notice if they disappeared". Too dangerous to add either of these garments to my private stash at home! The answer of course – I’d already latched the bathroom door so I lay a few sheets of toilet tissue on the floor and knelt down to enjoy them straight away. Carefully folding the camisole along my erect shaft, ensuring no pre-cum droplets on the fabric, I bunched her panties over my face and absolutely soaked the tissue. Believe me, the state I was in it only took a few slow pumps and I exploded. I quickly returned the underwear to the hamper, flushed the tissue away and left the bathroom after composing myself.
It was the most beautiful feeling sitting back at the dining table, talking to Lisa, knowing that only minutes before I’d had her worn panties bunched over my nose and mouth, drinking deeply of her womanly aroma, her delicate camisole wrapped around my hard cock while I drained my balls.
I sat in deep thought, “One day I’ll have some your underwear to add to my stash darling. And, given the opportunity, I’d drain my balls into you, or over you, anytime I got the chance.â€Â
The moral of the story: I don't like filling an underwear item and then putting it back into the hamper for the woman of the house to find. After all, a pair of slippery cum filled panties may be found the next day during laundering and, after all, quite often the owner of that underwear will be married... and of course she's familiar with the stickiness and smell of semen. Hey, you may want to be invited back for future opportunities, so don't spoil your chances. It's a shame you have to make a careful decision at times but it's prudent you have to admit. It’s simply divine having a good relaxing wank after a meal, plus it allows you to return to the table where you can enjoy the hostess' company even more.
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 6:29 am Post subject: Re: Lisa's Underwear
I once had a fiancee named Lisa and I think she would prefer me wearing lingerie though this does not have anything to do with this subject. The name LISA brought back many fond memory's of things in past. I Loved Lisa deeply! Yes, DEEPLY! she did not know at the time, some 20 years ago I was into wearing lingerie but that does not matter now.My wife of 20 years now does appreciate me wearing. Not just panties! I still wear thi-hi stockings and LACEY panties for her when we go to bed. Wear panties! Gary 46
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