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My Teen Years I Loved Older Women Intimates
From 12 to 16 my hormones were strong. As far back as I can remember, I loved older women. I was never into girls my age. I always wanted to stare at the older women. Women that were in their 40s to 60s is what I loved. My dream was to lose my virginity to an older woman. My parents were in their late 40s early 50s so a lot of their friends were in that age range . All my mom’s friends and the neighbors all had professional jobs. This was the 80s so most of the time the women had on hosiery and silk blouses. Whenever they were around me, I would always have such a huge **. I was always after their pantyhose and **.
The easiest ones for me to get was my mom’s friend that was our neighbor across from us. She had a son, my age, and I would often go over there. Play video games with him in his room after school before his parents would get home. When he would go to the bathroom or go downstairs to make himself something to eat. I would go into the parents bathroom and get a pair of her dirty ** and pantyhose. I’d love to sniff the ** part of her ** and masturbated with the pantyhose. When I was done, I would blow a load into the pantyhose ** rub it in good and put the ** and the pantyhose back. She had a middle drawer in her dresser that had a bunch of pantyhose. I would take one of those I was always afraid to steal her ** because she had them folded up nice and neat so I figured she would notice. She didn’t seem to notice her clean pantyhose disappearing. I took those because one time I got a little greedy and grabbed a pair of her dirty pantyhose during the weekend. She was doing her laundry and noticed they were gone. She was going up and down the hallway and asked us if we saw if she dropped any laundry. I don’t know if she suspected me, but that was the last time I took dirty ones from her.
My mom’s second friend lived at the beginning of our neighborhood. She worked weekends so I would go over and let her dogs out for her. she was single no kids kind of woman independent and was always going off on vacations and such. She wore a lot of thongs and G strings not many pantyhose but stockings. Whenever I would go let her dogs out. I would go downstairs to her laundry room where she kept her dirty clothes I would get the sexiest pair of ** and a stocking out. I would sniff her **, put her stocking on my hand and **. I would always finish in her **, rub it in the ** and put it back as well as the stocking. I wouldn’t take her stuff just because she was very meticulous. She never had a ton of dirty clothes. I felt like she did wash like every other day so I would just use them and then leave them.
My favorite friend of my moms was the 65 year old flight attendant. She was my favorite for many reasons. She was widowed before I became a teenager her husband used to always be home, but she was always gone for days on in as a flight attendant. As you know, flight attendants were required to wear hosiery and skirts back then. This woman became my favorite not because of what she wore, but what I found. She was the type that wore the hold up style stockings with the garter belt. and always wore push-up style bras. She was a big breasted woman with long legs she did have a few pairs of pantyhose, but not many. The thing that drove me crazy about her was what I found when I was helping her clean up some of her husband’s things when she was donating stuff to Goodwill. he had a separate closet from her and she asked me to start going through and packing up things and putting stuff I wasn’t sure of to the side as I was going through things he had a couple boxes with miscellaneous things inside was a little small photo album. When I opened it up, I about to hit the floor. It was pictures of her in her lingerie and ** poses in her flight uniforms. she also had some pictures where all she had were the stockings on. I quickly closed it and put it to the side. Later on, I went to the bathroom and took the photo album with me. Inside she had wrote to him to use these whenever he missed her. I probably jerked off to that photo album till my ** fell off. She used to hang her nylons in the bathroom after she would hand wash them to dry, for me that day there were some in there i blew a load into three of her nylons. I made sure to clean up my mess bit since they were slightly damp. I just rubbed my ** until it disappeared. From that day on I constantly wanted her ** and nylons. I would make sure to time myself to get to her house and let her dog out on the days she was coming home so I would catch her when she would come home. She was always happy to see me. She would go upstairs and start changing and just tell me to close the door and lock it when I brought the dogs back in. I would wait until I heard her getting the shower on and then I would quickly grab one of her dirty pair of pantyhose **.
I love pantyhose too. My gf wears them for me and they feel and smell wonderful.
When I was young in the eighties, my parents had a good old supper club. I started working there as a bus boy, dish washer, stock boy etc. There were several waitresses from 20 to 60. Every Sunday night, after we closed, eventually, one of them would discard their dirty, worn pantyhose from the long weekend of use. They would take them off in front of me and blatantly throw them in my garbage bag as they counted their tips and folded silverware for the next week. I would take them out of the garbage and hide them in my pants. The 20 year olds had a beautiful musk. But the 40, 50 year olds had something I cannot describe. It was a musky, smelly aroma that had hints of B.O. body odor. I loved it more than the younger waitresses, which was odd.