Why I like Panties

There is something about panties that gets me hard at just the thought. It all started when I was a teenager. I had an intense curiosity about that area between a woman's legs. Being a virgin and a bit shy around the opposite sex, I didn't have much knowledge about what was down there except for what tidbits I could glean from the library and perhaps the occasional naughty magazine of my older brother's that I would come across.

Then one day my cousin came to visit. I was in high school at the time and she was home for the summer from college. She brought a sack full of things for my younger sister, but since she knew I was interested in science she had a chemistry book for me. I remember her telling me about it but to let my sister go through the things first as there were some private things among them. Now this was the cousin that I would think about when I masturbated telling me about her private things. Needless to say, my sister never saw those 'private' things as I joyfully masturbated with them until I graduated high school. You can imagine that each time my cousin visited after that my thoughts always went right down there between her legs.

The next visit, I remember being disappointed that she didn't bring any more 'private' things. It was then I realized that she actually had brought her private things and the thought of them excited me immensely. When she and my sister left to go to the pool to swim, I snuck into her things and took the panties she had taken off to put on her bathing suit. I remember trembling at the excitement of seeing a slight discoloration in the crotch of the panties and realizing what had been there only minutes before. There was something about the smell of this wonderful, mysterious, forbidden place and the fact that I was able to access it through these panties that excited me beyond what I had known up to that point in my life. My sex life for a time after that consisted solely of my hand and my cousin's panties.

I don't know if she ever suspected but when I grew older, I realized that some things that had occurred between us were not quite as innocent on her part as it seemed at the time to a young naive boy. She even 'accidentally' let me watch her masturbate. I know now that she had to know I could see into her room. Of course I think she was just returning the favor as I masturbated around her quite a lot, she had to know what was going on. I believe that a college girl would know the effect of telling her younger cousin who obviously (as I look back) had a 'thing' for her where her 'private' things were. I mean, she could have handed me the chemistry book, but the chemistry she had in mind was not in that book!