PANTY STORY # 169
 
 

Sam trudged up the steps, his heavy schoolbag weighing on one shoulder and unlocked the front door. In one fluid motion, he moved across the family room and slumped into the sofa, his bag full of dull schoolbooks hitting the floor with a final thud. A big sigh of relief signalled that Sam's day was over. School had been more boring than ever and there was no way any homework was getting done tonight.

Picking up the remote, Sam switched on the telly and flipped through the usual weekday afternoon trash. "Dull, dull, dull," thought Sam. He switched the TV off again and sat there without moving, wondering what could possibly entertain him this dreary afternoon.

In the formal lounge room through the double glass doors, Sam could see the afternoon sun streaming in on a basket full of washing and an ironing board. Mum had obviously been busy this morning. Now she was at her usual 2 til 5 commitment doing accounts at Dad's office. How could life be so dull? In disbelief of the utter normality of the scene in the lounge, Sam got up, opened the double doors and went to stand over the ironing board.

"This," Sam thought in his pondering teenage mind, "is the day of a normal, everyday person!" It depressed him deeply to find out as he grew in age that life was not as exciting as he once thought. He smoothed his hand over the fabric of the ironing board. It was printed in the usual floral pattern as if to say the job of ironing was meant for a woman, as everyone knows it is.

Sam's eyes drifted over to the washing basket. Neatly stacked piles of folded clothing sat in the basket, with towels on the bottom and the small things on top. Some of the small things had similar patterns to the ironing board — his sister's underwear. He picked up the top pair and studied them. They were cotton, and had elastic around the legs and waist with little loops on it. The elastic was white but the little loops were a pastel blue colour to match the pattern on the fabric.

"These are kinda nice," Sam thought to himself, probably not really realising what he was thinking. He imagined himself wearing them, the way they wouldn't fit him properly. Perhaps it would be fun to put them on... He studied the inside of the underwear and looked at the white cotton gusset inside the crotch. Sam's eyes bugged out wide open and he let out an audible "Yuck!" There was a cheesy orange smear right down the middle of the clean white fabric! Sam dropped the underwear in disgust. What was that? He could only imagine what foul things went on in the crotch of his sister and all the girls at his school.

Just to check, Sam picked up another pair, this one the same design but with plain pink fabric. Yuck! There it was again, the vertical smear, this time more crimson and in-ground! Again, Sam dropped the underwear in disgust and tried to stop his mind visualising things he didn't know anything about. Sure, Sam had heard about periods, but it seemed to have no relevance to him so he just shut off whenever anyone talked about it (which wasn't often.) Seeing that stain, however, gave Sam a tingle of curiosity about what it was like to be a girl. The thought of what it was like to wear girl's underwear was somehow especially interesting. But not with that stain there!

Sam now went to his sister's bedroom, where he knew there would have to be a drawer full of his sister's smalls. Sure enough, the top drawer of her dresser, once opened, revealed a cabinet-display of knickers, socks, stockings, training bras, flowery hankies, and a couple of those little blue boxes which contained the things called "tampons". Sam gently, tentatively, fingered through the items, and finally rested on a pair of knickers with especially lacy trim around the legs and waist.

He pulled the panties from their tight little spot among the other girly things and ogled them. The fabric was very sheer and almost see-through. The fabric felt a little bit like stockings, (he had put his mom's over his head to play robbers before) except thicker and stronger, and it was pink. Quickly, Sam looked at the crotch gusset — no stain. "Yes," Sam said under his breath, and then caught himself. Why was he so excited about a pair of his sister's undies? But such was his loathing of the boredom he otherwise would face; he decided that it didn't matter what he was doing. This was exciting in a way he had never experienced before, and so he took the knickers, closed the drawer and went to his own room.

Sam shocked himself with the speed and urgency in which he pulled off his school shorts and own underpants. There was something of an animal urge within him for these sweet little panties, and he was enjoying it too much to question why. Now Sam was standing there, naked from the waist down and holding his sister's knickers with the thumb and forefinger of both his hands. Well, what was he waiting for? Sam slipped one foot inside the lacy leg band and then the other, and then pulled them up.

Sam's sister Abby was somewhat smaller than Sam, and the knickers were tight, especially around the leg bands and across the front. At first he thought this was very uncomfortable, but then it seemed to be quite nice to be held in tight by such girly pink fabric and to be encased with the lacy elastic. Sam briefly rubbed himself but then decided to put his shorts back on and go looking for more entertainment.

Further examination of Abby's top drawer found several pairs of knickers but many were stained (which ruled them out in Sam's mind for possible entertainment) and others, when examined, were too small to be of any use. Sam decided he liked the ones he was wearing. Out of interest (this thought was not quite so appealing as going through his sister's stuff) Sam went into the master bedroom and opened his Mum's lingerie drawer. The items in here was softer and some were made of a lovely satin material, but they were all huge and the thought of touching, let alone wearing, anything that belonged to his Mum just didn't seem as exciting, and in fact seemed quite gross. He didn't even bring himself to look for any stains — that was a bit too much to stomach.

"Well," thought Sam. "Here I am, wearing Abby's panties, but I'm now not only bored, but frustrated!" He really liked the feeling of the silky knickers so tight and impossible to ignore around his body, but he knew he couldn't keep them. What frustrated him even more was the knowledge that the reason these ones didn't have a stain was that they were quite obviously new. In a month (he knew that much) they would be like the rest and unwearable.

It seemed that the answer to his problem had always been there. It was as if he had wanted to do it for a long time, perhaps forever. Sam's heart rate sped up as he thought about going shopping, not for the usual boring boy's stuff but for exciting girly things! He had often walked past the racks of girl's underwear and found himself looking at them with a sort of longing. Now he knew why, and was going to do something about it! Sam knew where his Dad kept a certain amount of money, and so it was no sooner than he had thought of his new plan that he was in the second drawer of his Dad's desk, getting the key for the metal box in the third drawer. Sam took fifty dollars; he thought that should do it. He locked the box and put the key back.

Sam's family lived just a five-minute walk from the local suburban mall, so Sam started walking (very eagerly) down the street towards it. He was still wearing his sister's panties under his school shorts, which made him feel very excited and further clarified what his mission was. As he walked he planned and plotted — his best bet would be the big department stores, not the small lingerie boutiques. What would people think? He would have to seem mostly like he was looking for a different department and had stumbled into the lingerie department. That much would be easy... but when he found an item to his liking, how would he buy it? Sam pushed that thought away and put his head down. One way or another, he would have to get panties!

When Sam arrived at the mall he headed straight for the K-mart. It was a large store and Sam already knew where the lingerie section was. As he neared it (there were tall stands over his head, full of lingerie) he saw that it was brimming with ladies perusing the wares. When he looked down some aisles he saw daughters with their mums, picking out panties for each other. This was quite an exciting thought to Sam but this scared him. He kept walking past the lingerie department -— he couldn't just go in there looking at girl's stuff with all those girls around!

Sam passed the lingerie department and found himself in the department he had recently graduated from - the children's clothing. "Ah well," Sam thought, "I'll hide in here for a while and maybe the coast will clear." Sam walked into the kids' section and past the icky sweats and silly army pants of the boys' section -— into the girls' section! The aisles around here were deserted, and soon Sam found himself stumbling upon a rack full of young girls' underwear. Sam's heart skipped a beat. There were the exact same panties that were adorning his own bum under his shorts, hanging on the rack.

Excitedly, Sam grabbed a pair matching his sister's off the rack, and now, on a roll, looked at the other goods on display. Somewhat panicking, as if someone would come around the corner and bust him in the act of selecting girly items for his own excitement, Sam quickly decided on a pair of satin panties - —lavender — with lace panels on the front. He took the two pairs of knickers quickly off the racks and ducked back into the boys-wear section. There was now a father walking up one of the aisles and Sam had to pace around the department, avoiding him. He held the two items uneasily at his side, switching hands sometimes to hide them as best he could.

As he ducked in and out of aisles, trying not to look suspicious, Sam had to decide what he was going to do with the unusual wares he held in his hand. Could he just go up to the counter, or would he be so embarrassed that he would just have to run off as soon as he got there? He was sure he couldn't make up any story. No brother goes panty shopping for his little sister, and there was no girlfriend story that seemed plausible — after all, these knickers were for a twelve year old! He considered slipping them up under his top and fastening them under the belt of his shorts, but Sam believed in God or Karma or something and decided he wouldn't steal. There was no way he was putting them back now, he wanted these panties really badly. So there was nothing else to do but approach the counter in front of the boys-wear department.

Summoning up all the nonchalant confidence he could, Sam strolled up to the counter and placed the two pairs of little girl's panties in front of the cash register. There was one young lady in her mid twenties attending a customer on the other side of the counter — a middle aged woman buying clothes for her grandson or something. She glanced over at Sam and her idle glaze rested on the two small shiny garments under Sam's hand. Through her hazy mid-afternoon alertness she finally registered what they were and quickly looked up at Sam and then looked away, trying obviously to think of something else. Then the clerk regained her attention as she was handed her receipt, then the bag of shopping. The clerk turned to face Sam.

"Good afternoon," she smiled pleasantly.

"Hi," said Sam quickly and pushed his purchase towards her, his eyes landing on the tight folds of black fabric that encased her pubic area. He quickly took check of the way the folds radiated out from the underside of her pelvis where the young lady's sex resided amongst the soft caress of her own panties. Sam imagined what type of knickers the girl was wearing— - probably white to match her shirt and her bra beneath that.

Suddenly Sam remembered that he had to make this purchase, and reached into his pocket for the bills to pay for his panties. He looked up at the clerk, who looked down at the panties and then reached for them to slide them towards her and read the tickets. A curious expression came across her as she looked up at Sam and she was obviously wondering what this all meant.

"These for you?" she asked quietly. There was no disgust in her voice, but there was a little hardness that suggested a general disapproval — like she was his older sister and knew what this was all about. Sam realised he needed to answer.

"Uh huh," he couldn't think of anything else to say. Sam was always one to face his demons head-on. A desire to justify his deep desires overrode his desire to seem normal or socially acceptable. "I prefer these to the ones my Mum buys me," he added, as if it had nothing to do with the mean little branch that was straining inside his pants, encased in sexy, slinky panties.

The clerk took one last look at Sam, went "Humph," and picked up the panties to scan the barcodes. She ran them through the register and asked for $13.90. Sam handed the Clerk the fifty-dollar note and took his change and the bag containing his purchase. He said thank you to the clerk, even though she didn't thank him, instead preferring to just give him a somewhat unpleasant glance. He hadn't meant to spoil anyone's afternoon, but it seemed as if this young lady would be feeling uncomfortable for a while.

Trying not to run, Sam paced as quickly as he could out of the department store. It was too far to walk home, he had to go and try his new panties now!! The public toilets were a short distance from the entrance of the store, so Sam headed for the little alleyway that led between the shops to the toilets out back. There was a disable toilet with a big swinging door, and Sam ducked into it, knowing it would be big, spacious and private. As he fastened the door closed, he found to his delight that there was a big mirror by the sink with which to inspect himself in his new underwear.

Again Sam surprised himself with the animal urgency in which he yanked his trousers down and off and plunged into the shopping bag to pull out his sexy, desirable panties. He now had a replacement for his sister's knickers so he pulled them off and folded them into his pocket. Sam was standing in front of the large mirror and he admired himself wearing a top but no pants. It was strangely arousing to see his own pale bum and hips so naked and vulnerable, with the dark tuft in the middle out of which grew a rapidly hardening penis.

As Sam took the new, silky pair of panties with the lace panels into his hand, he found himself irresistibly touching and caressing his cock — it felt as if it would burst! He removed the panties from the plastic hanger they were attached to and the price tag and slid them up over his feet and up his legs. The soft satin felt so amazing against his young, tight skin, and as he pulled the tight garment up over his bum and over his cock he again found himself unable to resist stroking the hard, throbbing stick that was now encased in satin and lace.

Sam had heard guys at school talk about 'wanking' but had never tried it. This time he couldn't resist. His erect penis seemed to pop out the side elastic of his panties all by itself and find its way into Sam's hand. Rhythmically, urgently, his hand pounded up and down the length of his penis, and it ached with the urge to spurt its come into the loving embrace of the panties he was falling deeply in love with. The sight of himself in the mirror wearing just the little lavender girl's panties was too much and with a huge release of air from his lungs, a huge release of wet come shot out of his cock and onto the mirror, soaking the taps and the sink as well. In frenzy, Sam pulled the panties up over his cock and caught the last spasms of sex in the silky front panel. The wet cream sputtered through the holes in the lace and dribbled down his leg.

Overcome with intense sexual pleasure, Sam stumbled to a seated position on the floor of the toilet. As the soft warm come oozed around his cock and dripped into his pubic hair, the physical rush subsided and Sam was left to ponder what he had done. He looked down at his penis. It was half-limp now, and had fallen back out of the leg elastic. The tip of it was touching the cold tiles, with a little string of sticky substance between the foreskin and the floor. It looked comical, jutting out the side of his panties with a tuft of dark hair hidden behind like a bird's nest tucked into a cleft in the cliff face. Sam rubbed his penis soothingly and looked over at the crumpled pile that was his grey school shorts - his boy's uniform, so dull and boring. Strangely, it was that thought that held his attention as he redressed himself and started the walk back home - the shorts were not satisfactory.

"Tomorrow," Sam said to himself under his breath, "I might just go skirt shopping."