Meeting Teddie Pt 1 (Pantasy)
(I have a version in Word with the pictures referenced if anyone would like for me to email it to them.)
As soon as I got my first computer in the 80s I began searching far and wide for anything to do with women’s panties- silky soft nylon panties. I had a severe fetish that began when I was only 6. I had begun masturbating a year before and once I started I couldn’t stop. I almost got caught a couple of times and did get caught by Mom once when I thought she was busy. Our eyes locked and I felt a great wave of shame flood my body. Much to my surprise, she got a bemused smile on her face, turned around and never said a word to me. This would be the foundation of our relation for decades to come.
Once online I would search profiles, websites and urls for the word ‘panties’ -anything that could lead me to more and more. I just couldn’t get enough. I began to download panty pics and searched for any information I could on others like me. I had never understood my panty fetish and the total control it had over me and I needed to find out. Mom was never going to open up and give me the talk I so desperately needed. Once in a while I could find a good site where someone openly discussed their fetish in depth, either in a story or in chat.
I met Teddy online in a chat room for pantyboys. It had plenty of active forums and panty pics and videos (both of women and men). We connected right away as he recognized what my moniker VF stood for. He loved their slips, panties and lingerie as much as I did.
Teddie was much older than me but had also begun with his Mother’s lingerie. Rayon, nylon and certain blends were just becoming popular after the war and his Mom was rather fashionable, at least when it came to her lingerie. Nothing was ever fancy or sexy but it was always of the highest quality fabrics and the material always felt slippery smooth and cool to the skin.
He first discovered his Mother’s underwear in the 50s then later on the 60s. All of her lingerie was high quality. Back then sexy lingerie was a booming business spurred on by Hugh Hefner and the free wheeling 60s. Advertising was taking advantage, or rather driving new interest- particularly the color ads on Sunday. Teddie certainly knew his brands and material. We often chatted for hours as he educated me on what he thought the best lingerie was. Not only did he love talking about vintage lingerie, he also loved collecting it. He had over 500 full slips, 100s of panties, various nighties and night gowns as well as some other assorted lingerie. I was knocked out by how much he had and envied him.
After a while, as we chatted, Teddie would send me pics of the lingerie he owned, pics he had downloaded from ebay or took by hand. Almost every one of them had me drooling and wishing I had won them off ebay. Most of them had a silky shiny sheen to them so you could tell how slippery smooth the material was, usually a polyester blend. The liquid satin half slip reminded me of the one my own Mother had purchased- perhaps with me in mind. I began collecting his pics and found myself even masturbating to them, wishing they were mine.
Our chats were always about panties, or at least centered on them, mostly stories from our past or about different brands, fabrics and materials. Teddie was a connoisseur of fabric and knew a wealth about the different brands and styles. I was amazed how much he knew. Both of our favorites were Vanity Fair.
***
I first encountered Vanity Fair in the Sunday color ads and would drool over them. Mom caught me once and chided me about browsing in the ‘wrong section.’ I was taken by a blue Vanity Fair set- camisole, panties, brassiere and half slip. I felt my penis swelling in the panties I was wearing as I stared- a little too long, it seems.
“Shouldn’t you be looking in the toy section?” Mom suggestively questioned me, almost in a bemused tone.
I became deeply embarrassed and my face turned beet red as I quickly flipped the pages to the back of the small booklet. I later snuck the insert back to my bedroom and masturbated to the Vanity Fair ad several times. I hid the ad carefully (I thought) between the bottoms of my chest drawers and got away with this for several months. That is, until one day I went for ‘my ads’ for a panty play session only to find that Mom had to have found it and thrown it out! I was mortified! This was deeply embarrassing, not only Mom finding it but having a good idea what I had to be using it for. A deep wave of shame swept my body. How could I ever look Mom in the eye again? I tried my best to avoid her for a couple of weeks and after that always waited until she wasn’t around to sneak the rest of the Sunday paper- the good stuff- and running off to my bedroom to masturbate while looking the ads over.
***
Teddie and I both shared a love of Vanity Fair panties, of which he had dozens- and several different styles with and without lace, some with lace appliqués and in a variety of colors. He said he had over 50 pairs of VF panties and about a dozen full slips. I was going out of my mind! I was still living with Mom and could only sneak what she had- and only when she wasn’t home. Teddie had oodles of silky lingerie and could prance around in it all day long! If this wasn’t heaven what was?
He was always telling me about panties I had never heard of- Van Raalte, Warners, Vassarette, Maidenform, Philmaid, Wondermaid and on and on. He said he had around 300 panties in his entire collection. I swooned at having such an amount! Just walking into a room with 300 panties would have me aroused and horny. I began to look for these in the Sunday ads and by this point I was half-hoping Mom WOULD catch me eying over the silky lingerie. If she had any idea I was chatting with an older man about she’d flip and I’d die of shame!
We chatted like this for several months with Teddie always making a point of sending several panty pics my way. Between what he sent and what I downloaded I soon had over 10,000 panty pics- either of lingerie alone or women in lingerie. Thanks to Teddie the latter were becoming more and more suggestive.
Soon panty pics became an obsession with me, an addiction. I searched all day and night for them, on ebay, on x-rated sites. I would spend hours each day ogling, sorting and masturbating to them. Sometimes, I saw things I didn’t really want to see- such as men in panties! These really embarrassed me and I would click as fast as possible to close these. Over a period of months, I saw so many pics of men in panties that it no longer really bothered me, tho I still tried to hurriedly click through them.
One day I accidentally stumbled upon a panty pic- one of a pantyboy in silky pink panties. Before I could click the Next button I noticed my penis slide up in my panties and before incredibly stiff. I clicked hurriedly and felt rather embarrassed that I had reacted in such a way, though I did have to admit the panties looked sooooo beautiful! I imagined just how soft they must feel and how I would have a wet spot in them in no time as well! From the point of view of empathy, I was 100% with this pic. From the point of view of Mom walking on me and seeing me looking at this pic would make me wish I could die on the spot from embarrassment! I’d never be able to live down the humiliation this would cause me. I mean, once Mom sees something like this how would she ever forget in a lifetime?
After staring at for a while I decided to download the pic- but ONLY because the panties were so beautiful. At least that’s what I tried to tell myself at first.
We began to chat quite often and I always looked forward to seeing Teddie online. In fact I either got dressed in lingerie in the hopes of running into him or I got dressed as soon as I saw him online. He would tell me stories about how he began as a young ***** and the things he would do to hide his fetish from his Mother. It was soon becoming apparent that she was catching on. That or he kept catching a series of lucky breaks that his Mother managed to ignore.
I would get rather aroused in my panties as he would relate his stories to me and would often find a nice wet spot in my panties without even needing to touch myself. I felt rather embarrassed about this but his stories were so titillating, a lot like mine but even bolder. It almost sound like his Mother was purposely teasing him with her lingerie and even wanted him to wear it! I also shared my stories with him. I wasn’t sure if
Teddie was getting aroused by swapping these stories but I know I sure was! Sometimes I’d get so worked up that I’d even masturbate in my panties then make an excuse that I was really tired and had to run. I couldn’t bear continuing our chat sitting a pair of cum soaked panties. It just felt far too embarrassing.
Teddie was always sending panty pics in our chats and they would constantly send me into a tizzy! Soon we were both trading panty pics and talking about them, often drifting into fantasy land. I would often touch myself but try to hold off and edge to extend the silky pleasure. One day he shared a panty pic with me- the one of a pantyboy in silky pink panties with a wet spot on them! I immediately felt the wet spot in my panties grow. I couldn’t help it- the picture looked so beautiful! And so erotic! I asked him where he had gotten it and he told me it was a picture of himself that a panty friend took. Staring at the panties- and to be honest, his stiff penis with that beautiful wet spot was more than I could take. Without even needing to touch myself I began to writhe and moan, gushing all over the pink panties I was wearing. I was moaning and breathing deep and the semen kept leaking all over my panties. I even felt a bit dizzy.
Teddie began messaging me to see if I was still there. He thought I had fallen asleep.
“No, no, much better than that,” I confided vaguely.
“Ohhhhhh? Did you masturbate in your silky panties for me?”
I felt so ashamed when he asked me such a question. I DID masturbate, yes. Was it because I was looking at him in panties….? Well…. Yes. Did I masturbate FOR him? Well…. I don’t know. But I suddenly began feeling deeply ashamed- especially by that wording. Yes I had masturbated online with Teddie before but this time he KNEW- and he knew it was while I was ogling him in a pair of pink panties with a stiff hard on and a naughty wet spot! I feigned that I was tired but Teddie was having none of it.
“You’re not going anywhere until you tell me the truth. Now…. Did you just masturbate me for me in your pretty panties?”
I couldn’t answer him.
“Well???”
“WELL???”
I knew he wouldn’t give up.
“<blush> Yes.” I replied, deeply ashamed for confessing something so intimate and private to him.
“I thought so! So you like looking at pictures of men in panties, don’t you?”
“No! NO!!! It’s the panties that I was looking at! They’re so beautiful!”
“Ohhhh… the panties, eh? Perhaps you’d like to try them on? Hmmmmm???”
“Oh gosh yes!” I replied but hit Send too soon. As soon as the words appeared on the screen I wished I could somehow take them back. What had I just said? What door had I just opened up? I prayed he wouldn’t take the wrong way. Or…. was it the wrong way?
Fortunately, Teddie had to go shortly and I felt like I was off the hook. Or was I? I sat in front of my computer screen, the pic of Teddie in those silky pink panties and felt the cool wetness of my semen in my Mother’s white nylon panties. Instead of- or rather along with- the overwhelming shame and humiliation I felt, there was also an afterglow, a high that mimicked the orgasm. My body tingled not only for hours afterward but the next morning when I woke up. It was an intensely rewarding orgasm that I felt for long after.
As soon as I got my first computer in the 80s I began searching far and wide for anything to do with women’s panties- silky soft nylon panties. I had a severe fetish that began when I was only 6. I had begun masturbating a year before and once I started I couldn’t stop. I almost got caught a couple of times and did get caught by Mom once when I thought she was busy. Our eyes locked and I felt a great wave of shame flood my body. Much to my surprise, she got a bemused smile on her face, turned around and never said a word to me. This would be the foundation of our relation for decades to come.
Once online I would search profiles, websites and urls for the word ‘panties’ -anything that could lead me to more and more. I just couldn’t get enough. I began to download panty pics and searched for any information I could on others like me. I had never understood my panty fetish and the total control it had over me and I needed to find out. Mom was never going to open up and give me the talk I so desperately needed. Once in a while I could find a good site where someone openly discussed their fetish in depth, either in a story or in chat.
I met Teddy online in a chat room for pantyboys. It had plenty of active forums and panty pics and videos (both of women and men). We connected right away as he recognized what my moniker VF stood for. He loved their slips, panties and lingerie as much as I did.
Teddie was much older than me but had also begun with his Mother’s lingerie. Rayon, nylon and certain blends were just becoming popular after the war and his Mom was rather fashionable, at least when it came to her lingerie. Nothing was ever fancy or sexy but it was always of the highest quality fabrics and the material always felt slippery smooth and cool to the skin.
He first discovered his Mother’s underwear in the 50s then later on the 60s. All of her lingerie was high quality. Back then sexy lingerie was a booming business spurred on by Hugh Hefner and the free wheeling 60s. Advertising was taking advantage, or rather driving new interest- particularly the color ads on Sunday. Teddie certainly knew his brands and material. We often chatted for hours as he educated me on what he thought the best lingerie was. Not only did he love talking about vintage lingerie, he also loved collecting it. He had over 500 full slips, 100s of panties, various nighties and night gowns as well as some other assorted lingerie. I was knocked out by how much he had and envied him.
After a while, as we chatted, Teddie would send me pics of the lingerie he owned, pics he had downloaded from ebay or took by hand. Almost every one of them had me drooling and wishing I had won them off ebay. Most of them had a silky shiny sheen to them so you could tell how slippery smooth the material was, usually a polyester blend. The liquid satin half slip reminded me of the one my own Mother had purchased- perhaps with me in mind. I began collecting his pics and found myself even masturbating to them, wishing they were mine.
Our chats were always about panties, or at least centered on them, mostly stories from our past or about different brands, fabrics and materials. Teddie was a connoisseur of fabric and knew a wealth about the different brands and styles. I was amazed how much he knew. Both of our favorites were Vanity Fair.
***
I first encountered Vanity Fair in the Sunday color ads and would drool over them. Mom caught me once and chided me about browsing in the ‘wrong section.’ I was taken by a blue Vanity Fair set- camisole, panties, brassiere and half slip. I felt my penis swelling in the panties I was wearing as I stared- a little too long, it seems.
“Shouldn’t you be looking in the toy section?” Mom suggestively questioned me, almost in a bemused tone.
I became deeply embarrassed and my face turned beet red as I quickly flipped the pages to the back of the small booklet. I later snuck the insert back to my bedroom and masturbated to the Vanity Fair ad several times. I hid the ad carefully (I thought) between the bottoms of my chest drawers and got away with this for several months. That is, until one day I went for ‘my ads’ for a panty play session only to find that Mom had to have found it and thrown it out! I was mortified! This was deeply embarrassing, not only Mom finding it but having a good idea what I had to be using it for. A deep wave of shame swept my body. How could I ever look Mom in the eye again? I tried my best to avoid her for a couple of weeks and after that always waited until she wasn’t around to sneak the rest of the Sunday paper- the good stuff- and running off to my bedroom to masturbate while looking the ads over.
***
Teddie and I both shared a love of Vanity Fair panties, of which he had dozens- and several different styles with and without lace, some with lace appliqués and in a variety of colors. He said he had over 50 pairs of VF panties and about a dozen full slips. I was going out of my mind! I was still living with Mom and could only sneak what she had- and only when she wasn’t home. Teddie had oodles of silky lingerie and could prance around in it all day long! If this wasn’t heaven what was?
He was always telling me about panties I had never heard of- Van Raalte, Warners, Vassarette, Maidenform, Philmaid, Wondermaid and on and on. He said he had around 300 panties in his entire collection. I swooned at having such an amount! Just walking into a room with 300 panties would have me aroused and horny. I began to look for these in the Sunday ads and by this point I was half-hoping Mom WOULD catch me eying over the silky lingerie. If she had any idea I was chatting with an older man about she’d flip and I’d die of shame!
We chatted like this for several months with Teddie always making a point of sending several panty pics my way. Between what he sent and what I downloaded I soon had over 10,000 panty pics- either of lingerie alone or women in lingerie. Thanks to Teddie the latter were becoming more and more suggestive.
Soon panty pics became an obsession with me, an addiction. I searched all day and night for them, on ebay, on x-rated sites. I would spend hours each day ogling, sorting and masturbating to them. Sometimes, I saw things I didn’t really want to see- such as men in panties! These really embarrassed me and I would click as fast as possible to close these. Over a period of months, I saw so many pics of men in panties that it no longer really bothered me, tho I still tried to hurriedly click through them.
One day I accidentally stumbled upon a panty pic- one of a pantyboy in silky pink panties. Before I could click the Next button I noticed my penis slide up in my panties and before incredibly stiff. I clicked hurriedly and felt rather embarrassed that I had reacted in such a way, though I did have to admit the panties looked sooooo beautiful! I imagined just how soft they must feel and how I would have a wet spot in them in no time as well! From the point of view of empathy, I was 100% with this pic. From the point of view of Mom walking on me and seeing me looking at this pic would make me wish I could die on the spot from embarrassment! I’d never be able to live down the humiliation this would cause me. I mean, once Mom sees something like this how would she ever forget in a lifetime?
After staring at for a while I decided to download the pic- but ONLY because the panties were so beautiful. At least that’s what I tried to tell myself at first.
We began to chat quite often and I always looked forward to seeing Teddie online. In fact I either got dressed in lingerie in the hopes of running into him or I got dressed as soon as I saw him online. He would tell me stories about how he began as a young ***** and the things he would do to hide his fetish from his Mother. It was soon becoming apparent that she was catching on. That or he kept catching a series of lucky breaks that his Mother managed to ignore.
I would get rather aroused in my panties as he would relate his stories to me and would often find a nice wet spot in my panties without even needing to touch myself. I felt rather embarrassed about this but his stories were so titillating, a lot like mine but even bolder. It almost sound like his Mother was purposely teasing him with her lingerie and even wanted him to wear it! I also shared my stories with him. I wasn’t sure if
Teddie was getting aroused by swapping these stories but I know I sure was! Sometimes I’d get so worked up that I’d even masturbate in my panties then make an excuse that I was really tired and had to run. I couldn’t bear continuing our chat sitting a pair of cum soaked panties. It just felt far too embarrassing.
Teddie was always sending panty pics in our chats and they would constantly send me into a tizzy! Soon we were both trading panty pics and talking about them, often drifting into fantasy land. I would often touch myself but try to hold off and edge to extend the silky pleasure. One day he shared a panty pic with me- the one of a pantyboy in silky pink panties with a wet spot on them! I immediately felt the wet spot in my panties grow. I couldn’t help it- the picture looked so beautiful! And so erotic! I asked him where he had gotten it and he told me it was a picture of himself that a panty friend took. Staring at the panties- and to be honest, his stiff penis with that beautiful wet spot was more than I could take. Without even needing to touch myself I began to writhe and moan, gushing all over the pink panties I was wearing. I was moaning and breathing deep and the semen kept leaking all over my panties. I even felt a bit dizzy.
Teddie began messaging me to see if I was still there. He thought I had fallen asleep.
“No, no, much better than that,” I confided vaguely.
“Ohhhhhh? Did you masturbate in your silky panties for me?”
I felt so ashamed when he asked me such a question. I DID masturbate, yes. Was it because I was looking at him in panties….? Well…. Yes. Did I masturbate FOR him? Well…. I don’t know. But I suddenly began feeling deeply ashamed- especially by that wording. Yes I had masturbated online with Teddie before but this time he KNEW- and he knew it was while I was ogling him in a pair of pink panties with a stiff hard on and a naughty wet spot! I feigned that I was tired but Teddie was having none of it.
“You’re not going anywhere until you tell me the truth. Now…. Did you just masturbate me for me in your pretty panties?”
I couldn’t answer him.
“Well???”
“WELL???”
I knew he wouldn’t give up.
“<blush> Yes.” I replied, deeply ashamed for confessing something so intimate and private to him.
“I thought so! So you like looking at pictures of men in panties, don’t you?”
“No! NO!!! It’s the panties that I was looking at! They’re so beautiful!”
“Ohhhh… the panties, eh? Perhaps you’d like to try them on? Hmmmmm???”
“Oh gosh yes!” I replied but hit Send too soon. As soon as the words appeared on the screen I wished I could somehow take them back. What had I just said? What door had I just opened up? I prayed he wouldn’t take the wrong way. Or…. was it the wrong way?
Fortunately, Teddie had to go shortly and I felt like I was off the hook. Or was I? I sat in front of my computer screen, the pic of Teddie in those silky pink panties and felt the cool wetness of my semen in my Mother’s white nylon panties. Instead of- or rather along with- the overwhelming shame and humiliation I felt, there was also an afterglow, a high that mimicked the orgasm. My body tingled not only for hours afterward but the next morning when I woke up. It was an intensely rewarding orgasm that I felt for long after.
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