underwear of a woman in her early twenties

My fetish began in 1991, and it's been 11 years now. During this time, I've collected many women's bras, panties, and stockings. Of these three, I still like women's worn panties the most.

I remember in 1991, a railway was going to be built in our area, so a subordinate unit of the railway bureau moved into the building in the compound where I lived. The building had six floors. They rented the fifth and sixth floors. At first, I thought they were the construction unit, but after inquiring, I learned they were specifically in charge of preliminary surveying. So there were several women there, and they were all quite young, around twenty years old. They were all rather plump, with relatively wide hips. Because of this unit's arrival, the unit was already short-staffed, so my living quarters had to recruit a few waitresses from the community. The waitresses were, of course, women. But not from the countryside; they were from the outskirts of the city. So these waitresses weren't poorly dressed, and they were quite attractive. At that time, I knew very little about sex, practically nothing at all. However, I did have some sexual desires.

In 1991, I was in sixth grade, and that summer, my fetish was triggered. And it was triggered by a pair of silk underwear. This story needs to be told slowly.

I remember that summer, probably sometime in May, I was doing my homework at home when I suddenly heard the security guard calling me from downstairs. Since I lived on the second floor, I often went to the security guard's place and was quite familiar with him. Besides the fifth and sixth floors, my apartment was the only one in the entire building. The front door was right below my window. When I heard the security guard calling me, I didn't know what was wrong, so I peeked out. The security guard told me: "Hey, come down and pick something up, your handkerchief fell down." I was like, "What? My handkerchief fell down? But we never hang anything out to dry by the window." I couldn't remember, so I said, "What is it? Can you bring it up for me?" The security guard said, "Come down." Your handkerchief. Although I still couldn't figure out when my things fell downstairs, I went downstairs anyway.
As soon as I got downstairs, I rushed over and picked up the handkerchief. When I picked it up, I was even more confused; we've never had silk handkerchiefs in our house. I didn't want to ask too many questions, so I just took it and went straight back inside.

Once inside, I carefully unfolded the handkerchief I had picked up. What
kind of handkerchief is this? It looks a bit like underwear. Upon closer inspection, it really is underwear. I then remembered that the security guard told me to go downstairs to pick it up, which meant they had already seen that it was underwear, and they were too embarrassed to bring it upstairs for me, so they had to ask me to go downstairs to get it. My heart trembled, and my body trembled as I thought: "Ah!!
How could it be a woman's underwear?" At first, I thought it was my mother's, but I was too embarrassed to tell her that I had found a pair of underwear, so I rushed into my room and spread the silk underwear out on the bed.

With a mixture of excitement and complex emotions, I carefully examined the silk panties. They were light green, with a small flower embroidered on the front and openwork floral patterns around the edges. The crotch area consisted of two pieces of fabric: the outer one was silk, and the inner one was a small piece of white cloth, slightly yellowed, with a trace of menstrual blood in the center. I picked it up, thinking, "This is a woman's panties; it must still smell of a woman's vagina." I held it to my nose, trying to smell the faint trace of that scent. There was a slight fishy smell, but not very strong, probably because it had been washed. Good heavens, I could actually smell a woman's vagina! I was incredibly excited. Something I had never experienced before had happened to me today. I seemed to hear a woman's voice: "Come on, come and fuck me, bring me my panties." My excitement grew stronger with each passing moment, my body trembling more intensely with each thought. Oh my god! My heart rejoiced; the impossible had
happened so easily.

After a moment of exhilaration, another idea popped into my head: I wanted to wear it; from now on, it would be mine. With trembling hands, I unbuckled my belt, pulled down my trousers, and then my underwear. My penis, somehow already quite erect, had some fluid seeping from its tip. I wished this silk underwear were an extension of my body. I immediately put it on, but then I discovered the difference between women's and men's underwear. While it covered my buttocks, it didn't completely cover my penis in the front.

A small piece of cloth covered my penis. If it were any more erect, it would peek out from the edge of my underwear, but this only intensified my lust. Looking at my reddened penis and glans, and at today's haul, I felt incredibly happy. My penis, pressed against that small piece of cloth, felt as if it were being held by its true owner's vagina. I excitedly gripped my penis and rubbed it against the cloth, as if I were rubbing the vagina of the woman who had lost her underwear, and waves of orgasms washed over me. However, it was my first time wearing women's underwear, and I considered it very precious, with no intention of defiling it. So, just as I was about to reach my climax, I pulled out my penis and ejaculated onto the paper. Watching the streams of fluid shoot out from my reddened glans felt like I was ejaculating inside that woman's vagina—it felt so good.

After the pleasure subsided, I wiped the fluid off my penis with the paper, then, wearing the newly acquired women's underwear underneath and my own trousers over it, I left my room. While eating lunch, I kept thinking, "What would I do if this were my mom's?" But looking at my mom, she didn't seem surprised, so I knew the underwear didn't belong to her, but to some woman in the courtyard. My thought was that it must belong to one of the waitresses, since they lived on the third floor above mine.
They must have hung it out to dry by the window, and a gust of wind created this wonderful thing for me.

By lunchtime, I was certain the underwear didn't belong to my mom. So I was constantly excited, and my penis kept getting hard. After lunch, I wore the underwear that had fallen from the sky to school. Of course, I maintained this sexual arousal throughout class. It was a feeling I'd never experienced before, imagining that my underwear was different from everyone else's—they were still wearing men's underwear, while I was wearing women's underwear, terrified of being seen.

Finally, school was over, and my penis, having been erect the whole time, had secreted quite a bit of fluid. My genitals were soaked, even my scrotum was wet. I hid in the bathroom and touched my underwear; the front covering my penis was wet. Because I didn't take it off to check, I didn't know if it was because of excessive fluid that it had become transparent. Although my underwear was soaked, I didn't feel disgusted at all. Usually, if my underwear was even slightly sticky, I would immediately change it, but this time was different. So I went home. When I got home, I put down my schoolbag and went to play in the yard. Coincidentally, at that moment, I saw a woman in her twenties carrying a basin down from the third floor.

The basin contained neatly folded clothes. I guessed they were probably already dry. So the underwear lying at the door must have been hers. And this woman was the sister of a man in our yard, and she was very pretty, her breasts pushing up her clothes. Although she didn't walk with a swaying hip like some women, it was precisely because of that that I liked her. Because we usually greeted each other, I greeted her when she came downstairs. I vaguely saw a hint of embarrassment on her face, as if she already knew I had taken her underwear and was already wearing it. If that were the case, I wouldn't be afraid if she came after me, because the underwear had fallen from the sky, I hadn't gone to her dorm to get it, and at that time I didn't know there were clothes hanging on the third floor, so stealing was impossible.
If she really came after me, I would have a legitimate reason to confront her on the spot. However, these were just my own thoughts; she greeted me and left.

I wore the women's underwear for about a week, until it became so uncomfortable in my genital area that I took it off. When I took it off, I couldn't find a chance to wash it. I just threw it on the bed and didn't think about it anymore. Until one day, I was going out with my uncle and forgot to hide it. When I arrived at my destination, I remembered that the underwear was still on the bed, and my mother was going to wash my clothes. Oh my god, what will happen if my mom finds out? I'm doomed. I felt like the sky was falling. But I can't go back and hide it now. Oh well, I guess I'm just having bad luck.
That's what I thought to myself. When I came back after a few days away, I found my underwear had been washed by my mom and was lying clean on my bed.

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