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Directoire Knickers, Corsetry & Traditional Underwear
January 22, 2017 by Auntie Rosemarie
One night John takes his girlfriend home. Whilst they are kissing each other goodnight at the front door they both start to feel really aroused. With an air of confidence, he leans with his hand against the wall,
and smiling, he says to her, “Honey, can I take your knickers down?”
Horrified, she replies, “Are you mad? My parents will see us!”
“Oh come on! Who’s going to see us at this hour?” he asks, grinning at her.
“No, please. Can you imagine if we get caught?”
“Oh come on! There’s nobody around, they’re all sleeping!”
“Oh please, please, I love you so much.”
“No, no, and no. I love you too, but I just can’t let you!”
Suddenly, the light on the stairs goes on. The girl’s sister appears at the door, undressed to her bra and knickers. With her hair dishevelled, and with a sleepy voice, she says, “Dad says to go ahead and let John take your knickers down, or he can even take down my knickers instead. Mum says, if need be she can come down herself, and he can do anything he likes with her knickers”.
But for all our sakes tell him to take his hand off the intercom!
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Years ago, when I was much younger, and reasonably attractive, I had to go weekly for a course of injections. In those days, I would only wear Victoria’s Secret underwear, which fascinated my doctor. (He was only a few years older than I.)
It would be a standing joke between the two of us. He would ask, “So, what are you wearing today?” I would lift my skirt to show off my flutterkini, or side-split knickers (always in vibrant colours) before bending forward for my injection.
I got the impression that I was one of his ‘fun’ patients.
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Directoire Knickers, Corsetry & Traditional Underwear
January 13, 2005 by Auntie Rosemarie
(Brian has written about some of his early knickers-experiences, and the story has been edited by Rosemarie.)
It was in the early 50’s when I was at secondary school and my cousin Sheila was at grammar school, that we two cousins used to visit each other and have fun times during our school holidays.
I loved to watch Sheila and her friends doing their handstands against a wall. Sheila usually tucked her skirt into the waist-elastic of her knickers when she was doing this and gave us all a good, long look at her gorgeous knickers. The girls’ knickers of the early fifties were rather like adult women’s directoire knickers. However, instead of the lovely, long knicker-legs of their mothers’ and aunties’ knickers, the girls’ knickers had shorter legs that gripped their smooth, milky thighs well above their knees. Sheila had told me that there were various knicker-leg lengths available, but she preferred her knickers to have their elasticated legs about three inches long during the summer months. Then, that previous winter she had been very excited to show me that she was wearing the longer-leg knickers that she and her mother had chosen from their local underwear shop while I had watched, very red-faced, on that very embarrassing but memorable day, from behind one of the many, nearby underwear-mannequins.
I had then watched her mother choosing some lovely, pastel-coloured Directoire Knickers for herself, with Sheila and the lady behind the counter excitedly helping her. As they held up each pair of knickers my heart leapt and thumped furiously while I studied every detail of those heavenly knickers. I adored their long, elasticated knicker-legs, and their long, kite-shaped knicker-gusset so much that I almost passed out with joy and heart-thumping arousal. Now and again the ladies would peer around to make sure that I was nearby, but they made no attempt to hide their knickers from me, and judging from the pitying smiles on their faces it was almost as if they wanted me to look at their knickers, and expected me to feel inferior and submissive to their superior underwear. I was confused by all the conflicting emotions coursing through me, but of one thing I was sure, I adored their knickers and could think of nothing else but their knickers.
Eventually I was smilingly given the paper packages of knickers to carry for Sheila and her mum, and by the time we arrived at their house I was almost in a trance. My thoughts were all knickers-thoughts as I handed over the correct packages of their knickers to Aunty Enid and Sheila. When they went off to their bedrooms my head began to fill with wonderful visions of the two females pulling up each pair of those wonderful knickers that I had earlier watched them choose so carefully and lovingly.
It was the beginning of a life-long adoration of women’s knickers and girls’ knickers.
The lads who played with us used to have little bets on what colour any girl’s knickers would be that day and we used to find out by getting the girls to do handstands for a bet of a toffee or a piece of chocolate. Some of the girls used to keep their toffees up their knicker leg, so it was quite a thrill to win a toffee off a girl knowing it had just been near her pussy!
I was not sure whether Sheila had started her holidays, so one day I took a ride over to my Aunty Enid’s to find out. I was very much hoping that Sheila would be at home as it was quite a while since I had seen her, and besides, I was longing to see her knickers again. I had been remembering when we had last been on our own together at her house and she had let me feel her tits as she was thrilled that they were growing bigger.
It had not been long before that wonderful occasion that we had played the exciting game “Show me yours and I’ll show you mine”.
Sheila had pushed me back onto her bed and after a few minutes struggle she overpowered me and quickly sat on my chest. With her skirt over my face I could see nothing but part of her white-knickered bottom. I couldn’t believe how quickly she had my summer shorts off over my feet and I heard them land in the distance. She obviously liked my underpants because there was silence for a moment while she looked at them and my throbbing cock lying semi-hard under their y-front.
“Hmm, nice white underpants,” she murmured, running her fingers all over them.
Then she slipped her fingers in through their soft little entrance and within a few seconds she had slowly taken my semi-hard cock out of the front of my soft, white, cotton underpants and was fondling it with some curiosity. Then quite quickly it had fully stiffened in her hand and she had been startled, and then very thrilled with it. I stared as she raised her skirt up to show me a long glimpse of her knickers. Then to my amazement she had begun to tell me how to slowly take down her knickers. She was wearing a wonderful pair of her full-fitting, white knickers. They were her summer knickers with their shorter knicker-legs, and with their lovely, puckered knicker-elastic holding them snugly onto her long, smooth thighs. I was spell-bound, trembling and very aroused while she held onto my stiff, throbbing cock, but I managed to slide my hands up to the elastic-waist of her knickers. I moaned and gulped with emotion as I began to slowly ease down her knicker-elastic, bringing her soft knickers with it.
“Oooh, my knickers,” she gasped, gently squeezing my throbbing cock. “That feels wonderful. Go on Brian, hold my lovely white knickers,” she blurted. “Look at my knickers. Take my knickers down a bit more. I want you to take my knickers down, Brian. Go on, further down, more. They feel wonderful coming down my legs, Brian”.
By that time I, too, was gasping, but with confused excitement and with the feel of her wonderful, soft knickers in my hands.
“Look at my pussy, Brian. Do you like what you see?” she gasped in a strange voice.
I couldn’t say anything, and just gazed between the tops of her well-spread thighs where her lovely white knickers were just peeling away from her open pussy.
“Oh Sheila, it’s beautiful,” I gasped, staring at its protruding shapeliness now uncovered except by the thin covering of her pale, wispy hairs.
“You are the very first to take down my knickers and look at my pussy,” she whispered sexily. “Take a good, long look at it as you will have to earn the next look at it,” she smiled and squeezed my throbbing cock.
I stared closely at her lowered knickers and at her pussy, but when I went to press my lips to her pussy-lips she pushed my head away, saying sharply, “No, but you can pull up my nice, soft knickers for me, and you must pull them up properly, too”.
I dare not say anything as she was squeezing my cock surprisingly hard, and I let out a little moan as I started to ease her knickers slowly up over her thighs, and then I watched as her beautiful, pink pussy disappeared into her white knickers. She moved her thighs a little as her knickers found their way onto her pussy, and she moaned, “Mmmm, yes, Brian, I love your hands on my knickers. You may kiss my lovely knickers before you pull them right up, yes, yes, kiss my knickers, Brian,” she moaned again, and I could tell that she loved having her knickers fondled and played with, just as I loved to see and kiss, and fondle them. I adored her knickers more than anything I’d ever seen before, and I almost sobbed as I buried my face into her beautiful, white knickers and blurted, “Oh Sheila, I love your knickers.”
She responded by whispering, “That’s good, Brian as I love to have my knickers fondled and loved, and taken down and pulled up again and again,” and she writhed her body with the pleasure of having her knickers being pulled slowly right up to her waist. She then told me to hold up her skirt and watch how she liked to have her knickers pulled up properly. I did so and watched enraptured as she lowered her knickers down to her thighs and started to pull them up again. I could see that anything to do with Sheila’s knickers was a pure art, and she spoke in a very excited whisper as she explained all about the pleasures she enjoyed with her knickers. With the last gentle snaps of her leg-elastics, and a final caress of her knickers, she told me to look and learn, and then to lower her skirt-hem to cover her wonderful, white knickers.
“Mummy will be here in a minute,” she whispered as she finally managed to put my stiff cock away into the softness of my white underpants. Her face was very red when, giving me a penetrating stare, she lifted her skirt well up and did a slow twirl right around so that I could look at her beautiful, big white knickers all the way from their gently-gripping knicker-leg elastics up past her rounded bottom and the wonderful bulge of her pussy, right up to their puckered waist-elastic firmly gripping her waist. She blushed as she allowed me to stare at her knickers for a few glorious, unforgettable moments, before quickly dropping her skirt to cover them. Then, both very red-faced, we quickly scuttled downstairs just in time to see her mum approaching in the distance.
It was a Friday afternoon when I went on my bicycle to see if Sheila was at home. Aunty Enid told me that her daughter was on her last day at school and would be home early ‘if I wanted to stay’. I eagerly accepted her offer and my Aunty made a drink and gave me a piece of cake whilst I waited. Shortly though, I felt the need to go to the bathroom and asked my Aunty if it was ok to go upstairs.
“Of course you can,” she said. “You remember where it is, at the top of the stairs”.
I was soon in the bathroom, with the door shut. When I came out I noticed that there was a linen basket on the landing that I had not noticed on the way to the bathroom, and there, dangling over the top was the silky leg of what must be a pair of knickers. Everything was quiet and I assumed my Aunty was still downstairs in the kitchen, so, with my heart thumping, I pulled the silky item of underclothing out of the basket and saw that it was indeed a pair of big, silky, pale blue Directoire knickers. My eyes suddenly went misty and I trembled all over.
The knickers felt slightly warm to my touch as I gently fondled that beautiful item of ladies intimate underwear. I soon realized that the knickers were too big for my cousin Sheila so assumed they must be my Aunty’s knickers. Their knicker-gusset was slightly moist and stained through being worn recently, and I could not resist lifting the knickers up to my nose and inhaling the wonderful, womanly odour they gave off. Then I buried my face into them and was immediately immersed in knickers-heaven, quite forgetting that Aunty Enid could appear at any time.
I had always had a deep fascination about ladies knickers. It was always the done thing to try to see up the skirts of our lady teachers at Junior School, to see what colour of knickers they were wearing that day. Being wartime and then just afterwards when I was at Junior School, the teachers were usually wearing the heavier sort of directoire knickers. However, there was one rather well-to-do lady who nearly always wore shiny, silky knickers. She always wore a different pair of pastel-coloured knickers each day, and sometimes she wore a pair of pure-white knickers, which some of the girls liked the best of all. She was a stern but friendly teacher, and seemed to enjoy sitting on the front desk where we could all easily see up her skirt, and we gazed in awe at her beautiful, well-displayed knickers. Sometimes we saw her stocking-tops and suspenders, especially through her thin, white knickers.
I had seen many pairs of knickers in various ways, but until this moment I had never actually held a pair of women’s directoire knickers in my hand.
The lovely, pale blue knickers felt absolutely heavenly in my hands and just as I took in another breath of the womanly aroma of the previous wearer I was shocked to suddenly hear the angry voice of my Aunty who had just walked out of the front bedroom.
“Just what do you think you are doing with my knickers, young man?” She stared at me, and then at her knickers. “Do you always go around sniffing at women’s worn knickers and handling them like that, you nasty little boy?”
I was too shocked and stunned, and much too frightened to do anything, so I just stood there, transfixed, and still holding my Aunty’s big, very personal knickers to my face with both hands.
I tried to get out my apologies, but I had been caught red-handed and could do nothing except to stammeringly repeat several times that I was sorry. My face was red with embarrassment and even at fifteen years old I was nearly in tears.
“I shall be telling your mother as soon as I see her, and let her deal with you,” she snapped.
“No, no, please don’t do that,” I begged, tears now streaming down my face. “Please Aunty, don’t tell my Mother. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” was all I could manage to stammer.
My Aunty looked at me long and hard, and then she stared at her knickers still clutched to my face as I tried to hide behind them.
After a few, very long moments she said, “Very well. If you are prepared to take your punishment from me, then I might decide to forgive you, and not mention it to your mother”.
My face must have shown my enormous relief, so she went on, “However, Brian, I shall never be able to forget that you stole a pair of my private, intimate knickers from me, and worse still, you actually had your face buried deep into my knickers. Goodness knows what you would have done with them if I had not come upon the scene in time to rescue them, my best directoire knickers, from your wicked activities”.
She continued to stare at me and at her knickers, and then asked, “Are you sure that you want to take your punishment from me?”
I almost sobbed into her knickers as I blurted, “Yes, Aunty”. I expected that she would give me a spanking, and make me do some extra chores in the garden, or something, and I knew I could take a spanking to escape my Aunty telling my mother.
“Are you sure?” she asked, and as I beg
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