It's all the fault of those briefs.

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I first tried wearing sexy lace-trimmed panties when I went to the movies with my male colleague Jeffrey. I even borrowed the panties my older sister had left at home. Although Jeffrey and I often went shopping and dined together after work, this was the first time I realized the romantic feelings I had for him.

In the bedroom, wearing only a white bra and panties, I took a light purple high-end suit from the closet and placed it on the bed. Suddenly, I realized my underwear was a bit conservative, probably because I realized things might develop further with Jeffrey. I remembered my older sister had a few sexy lingerie sets at home. My older sister had more sexual experience than me; in fact, she taught me a lot about relationships. When she had sex with men, she liked to try various positions, especially the position where the man lay on his back and the woman straddled him, taking the initiative and experiencing how to reach orgasm.

One time, my younger sister wore a rather sexy pair of panties in front of her boyfriend. As a result, he quickly pulled them down to her thighs. That night, she felt an unusually firm penis inside her tight, rosy vagina, and the thrusting was much more forceful than usual. Since that passionate night of intercourse, my sister's lingerie has become increasingly sexy and revealing, and she often encourages me to wear it. She wears a red, demi-cup bra, entirely made of lace with wavy lace trim, and her panties are a small red, transparent mesh design, the pattern of which perfectly covers her private parts.

Sitting on the bed, she picked up the red lace panties with openwork patterns, then raised her legs and slowly slipped her feet into the narrow panties, pulling them up inch by inch until she was fully dressed. The thin red panties, with their openwork lace trim, barely covered her most private areas, revealing the thick pubic hair that was clearly visible, curled and tangled by the thin fabric. The edges of the panties, adorned with red lace petals, were bound tightly to her thighs. Next, she picked up a red transparent lace bra, put it on her chest, and fastened the clasp. Then she pulled the bra up, covering her two white and full breasts. Because the bra cups were semi-transparent, her white breasts and cherry-red nipples appeared alluringly veiled in the semi-transparent bra.

Looking at herself in the mirror, her alluring breasts were encased in a pink silk bra, accentuating her sexy figure. A deep cleavage formed on her chest, exuding boundless sensuality. Her slender shoulders made her breasts appear even fuller and firmer. Lace straps brushed across her delicate shoulders, passing through her sexy collarbone and connecting to her erect breasts. The soft breasts were framed by a sexy red embroidered bra. The half-cup design allowed her fair and rosy breasts to be partially exposed. The tender flesh of her breasts clung tightly to the top edge of the bra, clearly showing that even this C-cup bra could not conceal their firm curves. Her full and concentrated breasts almost touched each other at the inner edge of the cups, and the slight shadow between them deepened the lines of her cleavage. The pink bra cups also featured sexy three-dimensional sculpted embroidery, with pink embroidery lines tracing across the front of her breasts, enhancing the three-dimensionality of her breasts.

A thin, translucent red thong, its semi-transparent lace embroidery slightly bulging against the dense shadows of her skin, revealed pubic hair. A few slightly curled hairs peeked out from beside the panties, adding to the mystery and allure of her already enigmatic vulva. Looking at herself in the mirror, she exuded a seductive charm. Her cheeks were flushed with a sensual blush, her eyes were sexy and moist, and her full, round breasts appeared exceptionally high, the nipples already hard and erect. Below, her lower abdomen displayed the deep sensuality of a mature woman. A sweet, fiery itch rose deep within her body, spreading from her groin to the inner thighs. She seemed to exude an aura of courtship, her glossy, permed black hair cascading over her shoulders making her shy, panting face appear even more alluring. Suddenly, overwhelmed by an unconscious surge of pleasure, she slightly opened her eyes and gazed breathlessly into the mirror. Beneath her long eyelashes, her dark eyes were filled with emotion, stirring a strange feeling within her. Meanwhile, her lower body was in an even worse state, with a noticeably slippery sensation filling the triangle area between her thighs. She was experiencing a powerful surge of physical pleasure, even feeling an urge to have sex!

I was so ashamed I wanted to disappear. The thought of meeting my colleague and doing *that*, of presenting my current "clothes" and "appearance" to her, made my heart pound. Thinking about it, it was probably because it was the week before my period. These few days every month are when my body's latent desires are at their strongest, most easily "stirring up." Such a mature body feels an urgent need under these circumstances.

The affair I expected didn't happen. Instead, when my boyfriend rolled up my short skirt to my waist, he saw for the first time my sexy thong with its openwork design, vaguely revealing my bulging vulva. The silk thong gradually disappeared into the depths of my crotch. This lewd sight immediately aroused his desire. I could feel the burning gaze he cast at me, and I could almost hear the gurgling sounds coming from his throat. His penis became harder than usual, and that night he ejaculated twice. I finally understood what my older sister meant by these sexy... Clothes are meant to be taken off by the other person. Sexy thongs worn on the lower body are usually removed in less than five minutes, and are often considered by men as the final treasure during sex.

In front of the lingerie counters in department stores, I often see women crowding around, searching for sexy thongs of various colors. The women buying sexy thongs mostly seem to have sexual experience and are comfortable wearing them. I prefer light-colored silk thongs; I particularly appreciate the smoothness and luxurious feel of silk. I've bought several thongs from sex toy stores. The thong was made of very little fabric; even the area covering the vulva was just a narrow strip of cloth, like a thin rope. The tiny thong barely covered the slightly protruding mons pubis, offering no real coverage of the vulva. A small tuft of pubic hair peeked out from the seam. The buttocks were completely exposed, covered only by a thin strip of fabric with lace detailing embedded in the cleft. A small triangle sat at the waist, the bottom of the thong completely sunken into the buttocks, revealing only a few pubic hairs. The plump labia were pink and rosy. The narrow crotch of the thong was tight around the woman's... Between her rosy, swollen labia, sparse pubic hair peeked out from the edge of her panties. With each squatting motion, the crotch of her panties would occasionally dip into her rosy labia. The

narrow thong was practically the same as not wearing anything at all, and even more alluring. I usually only wore thongs to entice men into sex. I once wore one to work, even though I wore stockings over it. The thong's seams easily rubbed against my genitals or the cleft of my buttocks. I couldn't walk for too long, otherwise the seams would easily dig into my labia. The skin was chafed and irritated, and she felt strange all the time. The underwear drying in the yard always attracted the attention of passing men, arousing the sexual interest of other male residents in the community, becoming their shared collection.

Every night, a man would sneak into the yard, put on sexy thongs over his penis, and masturbate while the glans covered his vulva, rubbing back and forth so that the watery semen from the tip of his penis would smear on every pair of thongs covering his vulva before hanging them back on the hanger. Previously, my older sister... When I lived at home, men would often sneak in and molest my younger sister's panties. At first, if one or two pieces fell off after hanging out five or six panties, I thought I was mistaken. Gradually, I noticed that the area of the panties covering her vulva often had pale yellow stains. At first, I thought it was because I had a lot of vaginal discharge and couldn't wash them properly. Later, as fewer and fewer panties were stolen, I realized something was wrong, especially since the newest and sexiest ones were being stolen. The smell of the pale yellow stains on the panties seemed to be the same as the smell of men's semen. The thought that the panties I was wearing might have been taken off the clothesline yesterday and used by men to masturbate made me feel very uncomfortable, especially since the semen left on the panties might have been in intimate contact with my rosy labia. Every time I brought the laundry in from the yard, I would smell it to see if there were any signs of abuse. If I thought it was suspicious, I would wash all the panties again. I originally wore sexy panties to arouse my boyfriend and colleagues' sexual desire, but I never expected to become the object of my neighbors' lust. It was both ridiculous and frustrating.

I once had my bra and panties stolen at the swimming pool. It was a weekend, and I had arranged to meet my male colleague Jeffrey at the Nanzi swimming pool. My slender figure and shapely waist were my proudest features. Wearing my swimsuit and tying my long, glossy black hair into a ponytail, I immediately attracted everyone's attention as I walked towards the pool. I was wearing a black swimsuit, not a bikini, but the thigh-high slit was quite high, making my slightly raised mons pubis look particularly alluring. Some unruly pubic hairs peeked out from my groin, and the outline of my previous panties was still visible on my beautiful buttocks. The backless design of the swimsuit cleverly guided the curves of my body.

At the swimming pool, men often followed me in the water wearing prescription goggles, watching my frog-like stance with my legs spread wide, probably hoping to see through my clothes and peek at the bulging flesh covered by the panties between my thighs. In the pool, it was inevitable to notice the cylindrical shape of men's underwear standing tall! Especially when the man is only wearing bullet-shaped swim trunks, particularly when he's just come out of the water, the soaked fabric accentuates the outline of his genitals. Even through the trunks, you can see how strong and thick that thing is. Seeing the male symbol wrapped in short fabric makes my mouth dry and I feel like I'm suffocating. It really makes me blush and my heart race... and staring at that erect penis also gives me a strange feeling, and my crotch is slightly wet...

I want to avoid looking, but I can't help but glance at it out of the corner of my eye. From the shape of the swim trunks, I can imagine that erect and proud penis, that red and ferocious glans, all of which makes my heart flutter and my breathing quicken. My body reacts naturally deep down, and I feel my lower abdomen contracting due to the sensuality. Such a contraction will secrete love juice, how shameful! My male colleague Jeffrey has a bronze complexion all over his body, with strong muscles. He is shirtless, which is very attractive, especially to a woman like me who is almost thirty at the time. After swimming, I dried myself off in the changing room and realized my panties were missing. I hadn't brought an extra set (who brings extra underwear to the pool?). Because I was swimming, I hadn't even worn stockings, so I was just wearing a short skirt. After having afternoon tea with my colleague Jeffrey, I rode my scooter home. On the way home, I felt gusts of cool wind blowing into my vagina—it was truly a case of "a draft coming out of nowhere."

Speaking of thongs, I bought almost all of my current girlfriend's underwear. She has over a dozen pairs of thongs alone, in various colors and styles. My favorite is a pink, transparent, sheer thong. Only the embroidered pattern in the front covers her pubic hair (it's actually very low-waisted, so her pubic hair sticks up). The back and buttocks are completely uncovered, and the piece of fabric at the bottom only covers her anus, not her vagina. So, when she's wearing a short skirt, I don't need to take it off during sex. No matter the angle or position, I can penetrate her easily with just a slight movement. Whenever she wears those sexy little panties, I gasp and get incredibly hard. Usually, before we go all the way, I always ask her to lift her skirt and use her sexy, erotic... Turning around a few times in that position to let me admire her... Wow, that feeling, plus my girlfriend's 174cm, 52kg curvaceous figure, I couldn't help but kiss her clitoris and anus a few times, even though she hates me licking her anus... Her

sexy and provocative inner beauty is truly a sex stimulant. The multi-sensory enjoyment of thrusting and caressing is truly extraordinary. It's just a pity that many stupid women are really clueless. Not only do they not have good figures, but they don't even know how to wear underwear. Once, when I was hospitalized, although I was not feeling well and hadn't fully recovered, my sex drive was like eating. No matter how much you try to restrain yourself, if you're starving for three days and three nights, you definitely can't stand it. Of course, there are people coming and going in the hospital, so even in the ward, it's not good to be too unrestrained (nurse). The cleaning lady usually comes in and walks around from time to time.

One day at noon, she brought lunch and stayed for about half an hour before rushing back to work. I couldn't resist unzipping her panties (it was my favorite sexy panties, but unfortunately she was wearing long pants that day). She slapped my hand and said, "Ugh~ Even patients are like this!" I replied that this was a sign of recovery and I should be happy...

Finally, I couldn't hold back anymore. After my pleading, I agreed to only penetrate three times. She agreed to pull her pants down to her knees. I sniffed hard through her panties (such a fragrant, pungent smell). Before I could even lick her vulva, I thrust in. Actually, I didn't penetrate very deep; only the head of my penis could squeeze in. I guess it was too... She was so impatient, she cried out in pain, but after less than ten times she pushed me away (I wanted to thrust a few more times). Because we weren't wearing a condom and the space was limited, I didn't force her, but I just felt a surge of lust...

Until she came to the hospital again after work in the evening, I told her I really couldn't take it anymore, but she insisted. Finally, I had to compromise and ask her to take off her panties so I could smell them and masturbate. So, she used both hands to tease my nipples, and I masturbated with the still-warm panties, ejaculating all over the small piece of fabric that had just covered her private parts. Even as I ejaculated, she watched intently, seemingly enjoying it. Sometimes I really wonder who's more perverted...

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