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I recently traveled to Las Vegas with buddies for a few days of gambling and general letting down of our hair. The slot machines and black jack tables were not kind to me and I was beginning to feel very unlucky. Fortunately for me, my beautiful girlfriend joined me at the hotel the second night and stayed a couple of nights with me. She and I left Vegas a few days before my buddies did and were flying back to Dallas with a stopover in Houston. During the flight, we took every opportunity to kiss and fondle one another until we were both getting very aroused. She was wearing a short skirt and it was very easy for me to randomly play with her pussy. We did not have a blanket so we paid attention and got very busy when we felt the coast was clear. I was pushing my finger inside of her and she was extremely wet, more than once getting right to the brink of orgasm. She periodically lifted her skirt to give me a visual and would then finger herself and let me suck her juices from that erotic finger.
At some point, we decided to try our luck at the mile high club. We were sitting in the first class section of a Boeing 757 and chose to walk the entire length of the plane to the restrooms in the very back. We nervously walked down the aisle with her leading the way. The two flight attendants at the back nonchalantly watched us enter the restroom together. Upon entry, we embraced and began kissing passionately. My hands were all over her body. We were both really getting excited and I slid my hand up her skirt. Her pussy was soaking wet and the warmth inside of her was nothing short of an inferno. My gorgeous lady friend lifted her skirt and I slipped off her panties and let them drop to the floor. This is where the challenges entered the picture. I am a large man at 6’3″ and 260 pounds. There is NOT a lot of room for me in plane restrooms,and adding a lovely lady to the mix, finding just the right spot and angle was intriguing. However, after this delicious woman leaned down and sucked my cock for a few minutes, I was ready to meet all obstacles. She turned away from me and put one foot up on the toilet. I then hurridly stabbed her hot pussy with my cock. We were going at it pretty hot and heavy but every few minutes the lights would go out. When they did, my lover would reach back and do something and the lights would come back on. I keep on stabbing her, doing my best to split her into two pieces when we finally both came in mind bending orgasms… (She later told me my elbow was hitting the door lock and as it unlocked, the lights would go out)
We cleaned up a bit and I reached down and picked up her panties. Instead of handing them to her, I stuffed the tiny white thong into my pocket and told her they were now mine. My trophy! She exited the restroom first with me trailing right behind. The flight attendants did not even look at us as we walked away. I then pulled the panties out of my pocket far enough they were dangling down my leg. I walked the entire length of the plane showing off my “trophy”. After sitting down, I told my sweetheart what I had done and informed her they were staying out the rest of the trip. Needless to say, she was less than thrilled. I got random glances from other passengers and flight attendants but not one person said a word. When we arrived in Houston for our layover, we walked through Houston Intercontinental Airport for some 45 minutes. The entire time, those wet white panties were dangling from my pocket. My girlfriend was mortified at first and insisted on walking a few steps behind me, but after a few minutes, joined in the fun of watching people react with startled expressions, looks of envy and sincere smiles to what I was showing off. The next leg of the flight to Dallas included the panties exposed for all to see. It was great fun and one of the most memorable moments in our lives. And yes…she is still my girl. We have both laughed many time in remembering our MHC adventure. Additionally, I now own and wear an airplane tie clip nearly every day at work in honor or our Mile High Club experience.
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I also “confessed” in the post “Former Boyfriend Really Liked To Do It When I Was On My Period.” Well, this one is about the same guy. This guy had the ability to make me incredibly wet “down there” very quickly – and he did it all the time. If he would walk up to me, hold me, and kiss me deeply – I’d start to get wet. He rarely stopped there. He’d kiss my neck and play with and caress my hair. He’d put his hands anywhere he wanted to – under my shirt and along my spine, all over my butt, my thighs. He felt like my body was his to touch anytime and in any way he wanted to – and I let him. We’d make out and he’d slowly undress me, teasing me with his hands and his tongue. He quickly learned what effect that had on me and then he started doing it on purpose and imposed some “rules” on me. His “rule” for me was that we’d make out and pet until I completely soaked through my panties and he could feel or see wetness on the outside of my panties. Once I had been “a good girl” and soaked my panties for him, he’d take them off me and give me what I really wanted. Sometimes it would take the better part of an hour for me to totally soak through the crotch of my panties for him and “get my reward.” The wait was absolute torture sometimes. If I tried to remove my panties while all of this was happening, he’d remove my hands from them and pull them back up. He’d eventually completely undress me except for my panties. He’d touch, kiss, and lick every inch of me from head to toe. He’d put himself in my mouth – which turned me on even more. He’d press his hardness into the crotch of my panties, but not enter me. He’d even “go down on me” through my panties – which really felt good. Eventually he’d reach down and check the outside of the crotch of my panties, declare them wet enough, take them off me, and make love to me. By the time we started I was soaking wet and by the time we were done I was a total mess. Add to that what he’d always leave in me – which was quite a bit – and half the time I was walking around in some pretty messy panties. Looking back, I can’t believe the things I let him to do my body and how much I enjoyed it! Anyway, I knew how wet I got around him and how he’d manipulate me to make me even wetter. If we met early in the day and made love, I’d sit around in wet panties for hours after that – not a good feeling. So, I started wearing Carefree Panty Shields whenever I knew I was going to see them. It had nothing to do with being on my period, just trying not to make a mess of my panties every time I saw him. It worked, a panty shield was enough to keep my panties dry around him, even if I would really cream myself. He eventually found out what I was doing and would remove the panty shield from my panties. Christine.


I used to do the same thing to my g/f. I'd even cut the cotton piece out of the crotch so she'd soak through faster and I could see it as well. If she didn't wear any it would drip down or make her thighs all slippery. She tasted so good too. I wondered what would happen first: Soak through or drip. So I had her start sucking my c*** while wearing panties and we timed it until she soaked through. The next night she did it without panties until she felt it dripping. The drip was faster than the soak through. God I miss her p**** !


Are you that wet for your husband these days Christine or just all of the men you were with before you got married?


If I found you wet Christine I would take you right then and there!


I used to get very wet when the young builders came around to do the extension on the house. They used my toilet and most time they would c** in my underware that was in the bathroom hamper. I used to leave really soiled pantygirdles in the hamper and they would juice them up. It made me so wet I had to wear panty liners and change them 3 or 4 times a day. I think they found the pantyliners in the bin and came on them also.


What a HOT young woman you are Christine!


Wow that's hot! It's making ME wet ;)


Carefree Panty Shields your best friend. My bf loves it when I am wet. He will put a finger (or two or three) right up into me and then slowly pull out and lick off the love juice. Recently my auntie came to stay with us and we were making out on the bathroom floor and she walked in. My bf slowly withdrew but his d*** was shiny with all my love juice on it. What an embarrassment! She just grinned. We might setup a few accidentally-on-purpose embarrassing moments next time she visits, see how she takes it. She is in her 70s but the thought of getting her involved is turning me and bf on A LOT.

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January 1, 2005 by Auntie Rosemarie
As a teenager I always used to spend about ten days each year with Cousin Clare and her parents. Clare wasn’t actually my cousin, but her mother and my mother were at school together, and it was a convenient way to refer to her. Clare was an only child. 
At the time of the following exciting adventure we were sixteen, but I was a few months older than she was.
Clare’s parents had plenty of money. They lived in a large house in rural Berkshire and Clare went to a private school, girls only, a few miles away. She had her own pony, which she kept on a farm nearby. Her mother always told everyone that Clare was far too busy to bother with boys but, looking back, I think that she was frightened of Clare growing up and going away. Clare was a normal girl underneath, but she went along with her parents’ wishes, because it was to her advantage. She was a pretty girl, slightly plump, and she had a very large bosom even at 16, which fascinated me, and I had many erections fantasising about playing with those superb tits!
As usual on these visits I caught the train from Paddington, and Clare and her mother picked me up at Newbury station. I looked forward to these trips as Clare and I were fond of each other, like cousins, and her parents were very kind. In addition there was a small river nearby where I could amuse myself fishing while Clare went riding.
At the house I was shown to my room, a different one from normal. It looked like a large box-room and had several extra items of furniture, including a big old dressing table.
Aunt Frances left me alone to unpack, and being a nosey person I had a look around, starting with the dressing table. I struck gold almost immediately! In one drawer I found a large collection of Clare’s discarded knickers!
Like most teenage boys I spent a large proportion of my time thinking about sex. I seemed to have an erection at least half the time, often in embarrassing situations, and I masturbated at least once a day, often more. I was fascinated by knickers, particularly schoolgirls’ knickers, and Cousin Clare didn’t seem to be too bothered about showing hers ‘accidentally’ sometimes. This always gave me at least half a hard on and I sometimes took myself in hand while thinking of wearing some of Clare’s underwear and filling them with cum!  I’d always thought it would be wonderfully exciting just to put a pair of her knickers on, and now I’d found a drawer full of them in my room! Wonderful!
Clare’s knickers were all made by ‘Cherub’. They were all in soft cotton interlock and some were quite well-worn and slightly shiny. About half of them were in bottle green, Clare’s school colour, and the rest were a mixture of white, pink and pale blue. Just feeling her wonderful soft cotton knickers in the drawer gave me a massive erection, and I could not stop thinking about trying on some of them.
I tried not to look too eager to go to bed that night, but when it was suggested that it was nearly bedtime I needed no urging! After a cursory trip to the bathroom I went to my room and closed the door. Clare’s bedroom was at the other end of the house and she was unlikely to disturb me. I already had a hard on as I undressed, and trembling all over I slowly put on a pair of those knickers, and that made it even stiffer! I found them even more exciting than I’d imagined and for a moment I thought I was going to have an orgasm right there and then, but the feeling gradually passed. There was a large mirror on the dressing table and I adjusted it so that I could see myself wearing those beautiful knickers and the large bulge pushing out the front of them. I tried on several pairs of her knickers, putting the discarded ones on the bed, and after a few minutes I could feel that I really was going to come. I wrapped a pair of my own white cotton underpants round my erection and within seconds my cock was exploding into them. The thought occurred that I may have cum into Clare’s knickers instead, and my erection showed no inclination to soften. So after a few minutes I started masturbating in some of her knickers again, and again I caught the cum in my own soft underpants.
Exhausted, I went to bed, and feeling very satisfied fell asleep at once!
This exciting adventure was repeated every bedtime. Aunt Frances had a large washing machine and I don’t think she examined my pants before putting them in the wash, which was just as well! All went well for a few days. Then the sky darkened and the rain poured down! Uncle Mike was at his office, of course. Aunt Frances was visiting some friends for the day, and Clare said she would be at the farm attending to her pony until lunchtime. I couldn’t go fishing in that weather, so I said I would stay at home and read the set book from school, which I’d been told to read in the holidays. (It was The War of the Worlds!)
Of course, as soon as I was alone I was drawn to my room! There, I quickly took off all of my clothes. My cock was already standing rigidly to attention in anticipation. Trembling, I took a pair of Clare’s knickers from the drawer and put them on. They were so very, very soft and felt absolutely fantastic against my bulging knob. The only problem was that they felt too fantastic, and so far I hadn’t been able to prolong my masturbation for long before I had my orgasm. I was also very aware that I mustn’t come into my cousin’s knickers. It was beyond my imagination as to what Aunt Frances, or even Clare, would say if they found out what I’d been doing in Clare’s beautiful sexy knickers!
After a short while of stroking my cock I was filled with the lovely familiar feeling of my orgasm approaching, and soon I felt my cum squirting into my handkerchief. After it was over I was careful to fold the knickers and replace them in the drawer, trying not to make it obvious that I’d been wearing them. It was only mid-morning, so there should be plenty of time to have another session before Clare came home.
I read for a while, but soon gave into temptation, and carefully chose another pair of Clare’s knickers. After examining them I put them on and started to slowly massage my cock through their soft silky cotton. I marvelled at what a wonderful way it was to spend the time on a rainy day, and I was really starting to enjoy myself again when Clare’s voice, very close to my ear, said, “What are you doing wearing my knickers?”
I nearly died of fright there and then! Clare had come home early, let herself in, and had come quietly up the stairs without making a sound that I’d heard! I hadn’t shut the bedroom door properly, and she’d caught me at it in a big way! I was acutely aware that I was wearing a pair of her knickers and that I had a really throbbing hard on! I threw myself face down on the bed, not knowing what to do or say!
Clare, like her mother, was a rather forceful character, and she took charge immediately.
“Don’t be shy, Tom. If you’re going to wear my knickers the least you can do is let me see you in them! Stand up and turn round!”
Despite my acute embarrassment my cock remained fully erect, and I just had to stay right where I was, desperately wondering if there was a way out of this awful situation!
Clare said again, “Come on Tom! Don’t worry, I won’t tell mummy, but I might if you don’t let me have a look!”
I stood up very slowly. Her knickers were just about my size, nice and snug w
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