A panties story
When I was in my late teens I had a cousin that was a year older than me, a tall slender blonde with a killer ass. Yeah I know she was my cousin, but we’d had a few unspoken flirtatious moments, and she was a common fantasy object of mine.
During a family get-together at her house she and I and my sister were hanging around in my cousin’s bedroom. She had to get up early the next morning and told me to leave the room so she could get into her pajamas.
Being in a playful mood I refused to leave. Eventually she said, “Okay,” and started to undress. She pulled her arms inside her sweatshirt, unhooked her bra while it was still completely covered by the sweatshirt, and dropped it out the bottom. She pulled her pajama top on over her sweatshirt, and then removed her sweatshirt from under it. Then she pulled off her jeans, and stood inches from me as I stared at her white cotton panties (the only kind women wore back then) pulled tightly over her perfect ass and flat stomach and protruding mound. Then she put her pajama bottoms on over her panties.
She thought she was being clever (and skillful; I thought that she must have practiced that maneuver more than once before). But I was thrilled at the sight of her in her panties, and I thought the victory was mine. That image fed fantasies for years go come.
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