Panty Sniffing Story-How it all started for me
Wow! As I begin to think about around when my love for sniffing woman's dirty panties started, its been many years and many experiences from then to now. Its been a "journey" with some scares but mainly some really exciting and satisfying experiences. The risk of getting caught or found out has made it that much more exciting, especially with the final feeling of "getting away" with it...boy has it been fun. I'm not done yet.
I must have been about 8 or 9, this is the earliest age I can remember ever being interested/intrigued with woman's panties. Growing up in the 90's, internet really wasn't main stream, meaning that the only thing I had was my own imagination. I remember really liking some of my teachers. I'd use them to act out in my own imagination how I'd be able to fuck them. As I became more creative, I realized that I needed more access to masturbating materials. Not much after that, I discovered the Macy's and JCPenny catalogues my mother used to get. I never realized there was a bra and panty section that had pictures of woman modeling different pairs. As I began to explore, I couldn't help but really gravitate toward the pictures of woman in full cut satin panties. The bra's were nice too, but the panties just did something to me that I cannot explain till this day. For a few years, I used those catalog pics as my main source for helping me jack off to. My fetish for panties had started.
As I became more aware and comfortable of my new fetish, it naturally began to evolve into something I couldn't get enough of, I wanted more than just to see woman in panties in magazines, I wanted something tangible. The next step for me was to actually touch and explore an actual pair of woman's panties. Of course my mother wore them, but to me that was off limits, I never had that urge to take hers, so I didn't, but I was very determined to get my hands on a pair from someone else.
It was a summer bbq at my dad's friends house. We used to visit every so often. The wife of my dads friend was a bit older, she must have been in her early 40's. She was a thick Hispanic woman, thick, with a huge ass. Her name was Gloria. She was super nice too, always attending to us and offering goodies like candy, snacks, drinks. I really liked her. At this point, I must have been about 12 or so. They did have children who I used to play with outside and sometimes inside with video games. As mentioned, I was determined to get a hold of panties. They lived in a house where the washer and dryer were located in the garage. Also, it was the only way to access the backyard. This presented itself as a perfect opportunity for me. In my mind, I wasn't really thinking about "the scent" of a dirty pair, all I thought about at the time was just the feel and look of a woman's pair of panties. As the day went on, I had been in and out of the house a few times and noticed a hamper. It was covered with a lid, but I knew If I had a chance to look, i'd find a pair. The perfect time had presented itself a few hours after being there. Everyone had made it to the backyard, nobody was in the house. with my heart pounding I asked if I could use the restroom. Of course they said yes. It was my green light. I knew what I would do. My heart pounding out of my chest at this point was almost hard to hide. I walked toward the garage and even took a quick look back to ensure nobody else was behind me heading inside. It was only moments later that I found myself directly in front of the hamper, this was it, this was the moment I was waiting for all day. I slowly and quietly lifted the hamper lid...there they were, right on top, rolled up as they do when a woman rolls them off of themselves. My heart even racing faster, I grabbed them and stuffed them into my pocket. I don't know how I got to the restroom so fast, but it felt like a split second.
There I was, alone in the restroom with Gloria's pair of panties in my pocket. I slowly took them out and placed them on the sink counter. The panties were a full cut style, dark purple, silky nylon with very thin lace outlines on the waist. They felt so good against my hands, I had never felt anything like that before. As I begin to unroll them, my heart still pounding, I begin to get a full erection. I felt it and I felt it hard. I begin to explore the panties more and without trying, come across the crotch. Again, my intent wasn't for sniffing originally, but it was at that moment that It all made sense to me. The crotch had white discharge, crusted over a bit. I suddenly became really excited realizing that this was it...this is what I really wanted. This small cotton crotch area is what hugged this womans' pussy for hours, maybe even a full day, absorbing all of her natural juices. This is what my instinct was, this is what I was meant to learn about and become obsessed with. At that moment, I took a step into the next level of my fetish, I put the crotch up to my nose and took a deep inhale. This was the most exciting, scary, yet satisfying experience in my life at that point. Gloria's smell was amazing, it was a natural musky, yet sweet smell. I could smell a bit of pee and in the back I could smell her ass as well. I couldn't stop sniffing them. There I was sniffing her panties with a hard on. I reached down to touch myself and I didn't last. It was fast. When I was done, I came to my senses, but not in a bad way because I still wanted more, I just knew I couldn't keep them. As I cleaned myself up, I decided to put them back where I go them. I didn't want to, but I knew I had to. The last thing I did was lick the crotch and see if I could taste anything. I did, it was slightly salty, but in a good way. For those of you who have the same fetish as I, understand what I'm talking about.
Walking out of the restroom, i was scared to run into someone, but was lucky enough not to. Everyone was still outside. On my way out, I put the panties back into the hamper as I had found them. I then re-joined everyone in the backyard.
The rest of the day was normal, usual bbq as we always had, but this time, I was tainted. Gloria's panties were tainted as well, but she didn't know it. I probably looked at her way too much that day, just fantasizing about what she looked like naked or in her panties. I guess you can say it was now a secret crush lol, I never saw her the same again, it was lust at that point forward. I hoped that one day if I was lucky enough I'd do it again.
Although I've had so many other experiences, this was my favorite as it was my first. I think of Gloria for being my first and my forevermore panty experience. I never did get a chance to do it again with hers, but I will never forget how it felt and what it created in me. 25 Years later, I still think about it.
This is a true story, I'm sure its similar to many of you out there with this fetish.
I must have been about 8 or 9, this is the earliest age I can remember ever being interested/intrigued with woman's panties. Growing up in the 90's, internet really wasn't main stream, meaning that the only thing I had was my own imagination. I remember really liking some of my teachers. I'd use them to act out in my own imagination how I'd be able to fuck them. As I became more creative, I realized that I needed more access to masturbating materials. Not much after that, I discovered the Macy's and JCPenny catalogues my mother used to get. I never realized there was a bra and panty section that had pictures of woman modeling different pairs. As I began to explore, I couldn't help but really gravitate toward the pictures of woman in full cut satin panties. The bra's were nice too, but the panties just did something to me that I cannot explain till this day. For a few years, I used those catalog pics as my main source for helping me jack off to. My fetish for panties had started.
As I became more aware and comfortable of my new fetish, it naturally began to evolve into something I couldn't get enough of, I wanted more than just to see woman in panties in magazines, I wanted something tangible. The next step for me was to actually touch and explore an actual pair of woman's panties. Of course my mother wore them, but to me that was off limits, I never had that urge to take hers, so I didn't, but I was very determined to get my hands on a pair from someone else.
It was a summer bbq at my dad's friends house. We used to visit every so often. The wife of my dads friend was a bit older, she must have been in her early 40's. She was a thick Hispanic woman, thick, with a huge ass. Her name was Gloria. She was super nice too, always attending to us and offering goodies like candy, snacks, drinks. I really liked her. At this point, I must have been about 12 or so. They did have children who I used to play with outside and sometimes inside with video games. As mentioned, I was determined to get a hold of panties. They lived in a house where the washer and dryer were located in the garage. Also, it was the only way to access the backyard. This presented itself as a perfect opportunity for me. In my mind, I wasn't really thinking about "the scent" of a dirty pair, all I thought about at the time was just the feel and look of a woman's pair of panties. As the day went on, I had been in and out of the house a few times and noticed a hamper. It was covered with a lid, but I knew If I had a chance to look, i'd find a pair. The perfect time had presented itself a few hours after being there. Everyone had made it to the backyard, nobody was in the house. with my heart pounding I asked if I could use the restroom. Of course they said yes. It was my green light. I knew what I would do. My heart pounding out of my chest at this point was almost hard to hide. I walked toward the garage and even took a quick look back to ensure nobody else was behind me heading inside. It was only moments later that I found myself directly in front of the hamper, this was it, this was the moment I was waiting for all day. I slowly and quietly lifted the hamper lid...there they were, right on top, rolled up as they do when a woman rolls them off of themselves. My heart even racing faster, I grabbed them and stuffed them into my pocket. I don't know how I got to the restroom so fast, but it felt like a split second.
There I was, alone in the restroom with Gloria's pair of panties in my pocket. I slowly took them out and placed them on the sink counter. The panties were a full cut style, dark purple, silky nylon with very thin lace outlines on the waist. They felt so good against my hands, I had never felt anything like that before. As I begin to unroll them, my heart still pounding, I begin to get a full erection. I felt it and I felt it hard. I begin to explore the panties more and without trying, come across the crotch. Again, my intent wasn't for sniffing originally, but it was at that moment that It all made sense to me. The crotch had white discharge, crusted over a bit. I suddenly became really excited realizing that this was it...this is what I really wanted. This small cotton crotch area is what hugged this womans' pussy for hours, maybe even a full day, absorbing all of her natural juices. This is what my instinct was, this is what I was meant to learn about and become obsessed with. At that moment, I took a step into the next level of my fetish, I put the crotch up to my nose and took a deep inhale. This was the most exciting, scary, yet satisfying experience in my life at that point. Gloria's smell was amazing, it was a natural musky, yet sweet smell. I could smell a bit of pee and in the back I could smell her ass as well. I couldn't stop sniffing them. There I was sniffing her panties with a hard on. I reached down to touch myself and I didn't last. It was fast. When I was done, I came to my senses, but not in a bad way because I still wanted more, I just knew I couldn't keep them. As I cleaned myself up, I decided to put them back where I go them. I didn't want to, but I knew I had to. The last thing I did was lick the crotch and see if I could taste anything. I did, it was slightly salty, but in a good way. For those of you who have the same fetish as I, understand what I'm talking about.
Walking out of the restroom, i was scared to run into someone, but was lucky enough not to. Everyone was still outside. On my way out, I put the panties back into the hamper as I had found them. I then re-joined everyone in the backyard.
The rest of the day was normal, usual bbq as we always had, but this time, I was tainted. Gloria's panties were tainted as well, but she didn't know it. I probably looked at her way too much that day, just fantasizing about what she looked like naked or in her panties. I guess you can say it was now a secret crush lol, I never saw her the same again, it was lust at that point forward. I hoped that one day if I was lucky enough I'd do it again.
Although I've had so many other experiences, this was my favorite as it was my first. I think of Gloria for being my first and my forevermore panty experience. I never did get a chance to do it again with hers, but I will never forget how it felt and what it created in me. 25 Years later, I still think about it.
This is a true story, I'm sure its similar to many of you out there with this fetish.
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