I’m a relatively normal 25 year old guy, and the only thing “abnormal” about me is I have a panty fetish. It started when I was a teenager by playing with my mom’s and sister’s panties, but once I went off to college, I didn’t hesitate to walk into a store and buy my own lingerie. Dresses and makeup were never my style, I didn’t want to be a girl, I just wanted the silky feel of nylon panties on my cock.
By the time I hit 23, I was living on my own in a big city and had a decent job. I also had a nice collection of panties, camisoles, and slips.
I’m not gay and I don’t have much trouble getting girlfriends, but I am a slave to my secret passion.
So on a Sunday afternoon a few years ago, I was taking advantage of the terrible weather to stay inside and do some laundry. The laundry duty always gave me a chance to walk around in my favorite panties as well as clean and fold my collection. Just the sight of my panties and silky lingerie in my laundry was a thrill for me.
This particular day, I was wearing two pairs of panties, a green satin thong and a pair of black briefs with lace around the waist, a black bra (no underwire, no padding) and a blue camisole that teased the top of my cock. I had just dumped all of my laundry on the couch and was folding my clothes including my lingerie when I heard the lock in the door opening.
I knew who it was — my older sister, Sue. She lived a few blocks away and we were pretty close friends, so we traded keys. We each lived in buildings with doormen and it made it easier to get past them. Unfortunately, it made it easier for this surprise visit to happen.
I was screwed. My front door entered right into my living room and I had to go past the front door to get to my bedroom. I froze in fear and humiliation.
She came in froze as well. “Oh, shit” she stammered, “I’m, I’m sorry. I just wanted to say, hi. Look, I’ll talk to you later.” And she shut the door as I stood frozen holding a pair of pink panties in my hand.
I didn’t know what to do. I was flooded with shame, embarrassment and guilt for having such a weird fetish. I was pissed that she just barged in. I was horrified that this would become a family incident and I would be labeled a pervert. I didn’t know which emotion to hold and which to let go of.
After a few minutes of mindless folding, cascading emotions and a deflated cock, I finally felt a little relief. I had never told anyone about my thrills from lingerie and had grown tired of the burden of the secret. This just may be my chance to admit it to someone, including myself.
I finished my laundry and decided to finish what I had planned. I lay on the bed and stroked my nylon-clad cock. I tried to forget about what had happened and just enjoy how I felt with panties and lingerie. I pulled my thong tight in between my ass cheeks and felt my nipples caressing the bra material. I stroked and stroked my black panties until I filled them with cum.
As I fell into the grip of my orgasm, I had flashes of the look on my sister’s face as she stood in my door way, glimpses of her panties, bra and up her skirt that I had seen over the years came to back to me as my cum rose to the tip of my cock. I had never thought of my sister sexually, but one really can’t control their thoughts in the midst of an orgasm.
I cleaned up, put my collection back in my suitcase hiding place and dressed in boxers and regular “guy” clothes. After opening a beer, I decided I should talk to Sue.
“Hey” I started, not really knowing what to say when she answered the phone.