A Lacy Turning Point, Part 1 - Discovery

By Vickylez

I am 32, an art teacher and aspiring artist ('aspiring' at 32 means you probably don't have it). I am a petite redhead, moderately good looking – let's say, attractive - with the proverbial green eyes, some freckles over a creamy complexion, and good firm breasts, which are my best feature. I do like 'em, anyway. I am single. I've had several lovers since I was 17 but never seemed to find the right person – okay, I'm choosy maybe. So there I was, alone but quite contented with my pleasant, though rather uneventful life, my interesting work, a number of woman friends, a man fleetingly once in a while. And very, very adept at self-love, which I discovered as a little girl and got addicted to very soon. I really am a very sexed woman and masturbation is a big favourite of mine. This can sound strange to some of you: fingering and toying is most of the time satisfying enough for me, and I don't much miss the so-called 'real thing'. Really. I don't have any guilt feelings at all about my delicious masturbatory hobby!

And I must add, despite some fleeting girl-to-girl fantasies, I had never engaged in lesbian sex.

That day I was visiting an old classmate and friend I hadn't seen in years. Odette, a real pretty, funny and lively raven-haired woman my age, was recently divorced and lived at a cosy small apartment with her only daughter, 9 years-old Naomi, which last time I saw was a baby in arms. During my visit the little girl was away at school but I was shown a lot of photos, you would have melted: she was so beautiful, a dark-haired lil' beauty with enormous violet-blue eyes and a pouting full red mouth, absolutely stunning.

Odette was taller than me and was a stunner herself, with a lovely skin and that kind of ripe, tight, full curves men seem to go crazy over, her breasts fuller than my own. She was a dear; back at high school we used to laugh a lot and talk for hours. Now, after almost 15 years, we were very happy to meet again and to find we clicked together as well as in our younger days.

After a very nice lunch, with a bit too much wine and lots, lots of talking, I had to go to the bathroom, which I seldom do at other houses. But so is destiny, it takes the most ridiculous twists sometimes… So there I was, beginning to pee, idly looking around, and my gaze fatefully (yes) fell on a basket hamper that was full and only half shut. Something light blue hanged conspicuously over the side and in a sudden impulse I reached to grab it. It was a small undergarment, a feather-light thing, quite sheer and lacy and lovely and to my amazement I saw a kid's logo in it. They were a little girl's panties!

Little girl's panties? something as sexy as that? They were beautiful! As you are now surmising, I am also a fetishist for pretty lingerie, especially panties, so I should know. I have quite a collection of beautiful panties myself and have always appreciated the occasional glimpse of another woman's... I kept on looking at the beautiful little garment and with a smile I was about to put it back on the hamper when, with an unexpected rush, I noticed the unmistakable line of its owner's slit at the crotch.

Looking more closely I could see a fine line of yellowish clear crust at the crotch, where the lovely little girl's sex had been.

And then, so suddenly!... my mouth was dry, my heart was pounding, my head dizzy, and feelings I swear I had never felt before were rushing through me. Looking nervously towards the locked door I hesitantly got the soft thing nearer to my face. I had never done that (not even with my own panties) and I was not sure I wanted to do it – but I was not resisting the sudden urge. A wisp of something reached my nostrils - then WHAM, I got the full impact. To this moment I can hardly believe what happened to me then: suddenly my nose was desperately pressed to the tissue right at the well defined line of the little girl's sex and I was aspiring the scent as if a lifelong craving was being fulfilled – a craving I had never before suspected I had. What was this I was sensing, what was I feeling, WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?... A searing image seemed to blind me behind my tightly closed eyelids: the bright, distinct, incredibly desirable, and never-seen for real up-close image of the ripe, tasty, pink pussy of a pre-teen. Of the little girl whose aroma I was wildly inhaling. It was lovely, LOVELY!... I mindlessly tongued the panty crotch, I lapped and lapped it and then I was slurping and sucking it thirstily to extract the least particle of that wonderful something… Without knowing it the fingers of my left hand were deep in my hot, open, engorged, gushing pussy and I was wildly pissing and masturbating at the same time. And in less than 10 seconds I had to bite hard at my lip to strangle a veritable howl of ecstasy as the orgasm hit me… The very best orgasm in – No, the very best ever! I had never felt before something like this.

As I was slowly coming down from that exquisite, searing ecstasy, my eyes filled with tears. For my little intelligent head knew right then that in that silly, unexpected way I had discovered something quite deep about myself. Something I didn't very much cared for, to be sure! I knew there and then that I had reached a turning point, as unexpectedly as a flowerpot landing on your head as you carelessly stroll down a pleasant street.

I went out of that bathroom a different person: shaken, ashamed... and elated at the same time. I am honest with myself: I had enjoyed immensely the bizarre experience… And no matter what, I wanted more!

It was a job trying to disguise my strange agitation from Odette, I claimed a strong headache to get out of there quickly. I wanted to be with myself and I acutely wanted a more leisurely exploration of those feelings. For, shame on me, the little girl's sexy panties were carefully tucked under my own, along with another wonderful sheer pink thing from the hamper, Odette's, no doubt! As we said our goodbyes I was very nervous she would notice some strange scent on me, but I guess it was mostly on my guilty imagination. We promised we would meet again very soon, and I was quite truthful too!... For I very much wanted to see little Naomi next time.

At home I lost no time getting naked before the big mirror that so much spice adds to my solitary but satisfying sessions. My ritual. I slowly began to take off my clothes, gradually exposing my naked flesh to my ardent eyes, caressing myself. I lewdly posed and flexed my body this way and that before the mirror, pretending I was doing it for an aroused lover's benefit... Then, to bed with those lovely panties within reach… including my own, which were so soaked with my arousal as I had never seen them before! There followed a wild, exquisite time that is a blur now in my mind, bringing myself from orgasm to orgasm with those sheer things. I would put them over my face, in my mouth, or caress with them my aching tits. Moaning, groaning, calling, "YES!, Oh Naomi, Naomi, that's lovely, oh your little pussy… Odette, now you!, Yes, Yes!...", screaming in release and ever wanting more; even my own tasty panty crotch was thoroughly licked and sucked once and again.

I was hooked. I had found my true sexual vocation and I could hardly wait to begin my explorations.