Pee Panties

When I was in my twenties I was friendly with a couple of the same age and we used to spend a fair amount of time hanging around together or at each other's houses, with or without other friends.

Now the girl, let's call her Laura (names changed to protect the innocent) was gorgeous, blonde and shapely and I think I fell a little bit in love with her. However, the first chance I got I was going to get down and dirty with Laura's soiled panties, to feed my panty fetish. This proved more difficult than first thought. Their house had a separate bathroom and toilet and it transpired their laundry hamper sat in the bathroom. Many times I would go to the toilet, then wash my hands in the bathroom and take the opportunity to very quickly lift a pair of her panties from the hamper and give them a quick sniff before returning them. I could count on there always being a fresh pair as she showered and changed when she got in from work and sometimes they were still slightly damp and sticky. It was frustrating as it was too risky to do anything other than a quick sniff, with one ear open for someone coming down the passage. Similarly I couldn't take them as it would be so obvious. The panties themselves, she favoured bikini panties, usually striped, always smelled faintly of pee, along with the other wonderful and changing smells from a woman's pussy in its prime. I discovered later she had a minor leakage problem which accounted for the pee smell. It didn't in the least put me off and just seemed to heighten the excitement I felt.

Things continued with a regular snatched sniff for some time until one night I was round there and mentioned I had hurt my thigh muscle playing squash that day. I have some deep heat cream that will fix that, said Laura. She went off and came back with a tube of cream, put some on now she said. As this involved taking off my trousers I retreated to the bathroom and locked the door, my brain working overtime. I didn't have a lot of time and I wasn't wasting any of it!! I opened the hamper and sure enough there was today's offering sitting on the top partially covered by a blouse. I ripped off my trousers and underpants, my cock already straining and reaching for the sky, lifted the panties to my nose and grabbed my cock with my right hand. The smell of pee made my cock twitch and there in the gusset was a creamy discharge, not yet dried out. I rubbed some of this on the head of my cock which nearly sent me over the top then sticking my tongue into it was totally lost in the smell and taste of lovely Laura as I stroked. It could only have been seconds before my cock exploded into action shooting gobs of sperm up into the air. I was so lost in what I was doing I didn't care where they ended up.

After it was over I had a twinge of guilt and very quickly put everything back and cleaned up the mess. Fortunately most of it ended up in and on the sink and on the floor tiles so it was just a wipe and wash job. Aware of the fact I was taking a long time to put some cream on my leg, I quickly dashed the cream on, dressed and went back. Laura commented I'd been a long time and with an innocent twinkle said what have you been up to in there, but I said I really had to massage the cream in!

Thirty + years on this still stands out in my mind as one of my better wanks (and possibly my shortest!) and I will never forget lovely Laura who was the subject of many fantasies over the years. I was lucky enough to spend some more time with her fragrant panties later on but those stories are for another time!