Laundry Day – 2This is a total fantasy about a panty boy and his love of the garments that are part of his life. Chapter 2 of the Laundry Day story finds our friend Larry remembering his earliest days as a panty boy and perhaps an opening for Chapter 3 at the end. Hope you enjoy.As Ashley left the laundry room I was left with more questions than I could answer. First and foremost, did she really set on that dryer and expose her shaved pussy to me or was it just some made up fantasy in my twisted brain? And then there was the whole thing of putting her panties in with mine, “who does that?” I asked as I pulled my panties out of the dryer one at a time.I loved the feeling of freshly laundered panties right out of the dryer. The fabric was so silky in my fingers as I would make sure it was turned right side out and then carefully fold it in thirds so that the sides laid over the center section. The next step was to fold the panty in half so it was a neat little rectangular shape of lustrous nylon begging to be unfolded. I had learned this from my mother.My sister threw her panties in a drawer all tangled and wrinkled. Even as a 10 to 13 year old boy I knew that was disrespecting a garment that was so pretty and sensuous. I was not overly obsessive about how the panties were arranged, no alphabetical by color name or any OCD sort of thing. But I often would put the prettiest panty down in the pile just to tease myself by not allowing me to wear it first.I was lost in my thoughts when I heard a cart bang the door jamb coming in the laundry room and young c***dren fighting over a toy. I quickly put the remaining unfolded panties in the basket, covered it with the t-shirt, and headed back to my apartment.I can honestly admit that my obsession with panties and slips has left me feeling a bit isolated. But as an adult with a decent job and financially secure meant I could feed my obsession without sacrificing the rest of my life. I thought about Ashley suggesting satin panties and began to plan a shopping trip to fulfill that suggestion. I decided since my day was open I would go to the mall to see what I could find.I loved shopping even if I didn’t buy anything. And today was just that sort of shopping trip. It seemed that every sarıyer escort lingerie department was filled with woman shopping and I just hated bumping elbows with them as I shopped. I especially felt strange when a woman old enough to be my mother was shopping.“Guilt and shame is a big part of my life,” I thought as I saw a woman shopping in one department. She was about the same age as my mother and like my mother seemed very private about her undergarments. The moment she saw me she dropped the panty she was looking at and hurried down the aisle to avoid me.This woman made my mind replay an incident that occurred on my 13th birthday. I had been so obsessed with panties for a couple years and on this birthday I was determined to have a special gift for my big day. I had never purchased a panty but it seemed that on the day I would officially become a teenager I should be able to buy what I wanted. I planned the shopping trip for weeks. My plan was to go to the department store that had a women’s section that I had observed while accompanying my mother when she was shopping.I knew exactly where the department was and knew I could find where the panties were so it would be a quick simple thing to walk into the store, make a beeline to the spot and pick out a pretty nylon panty that would mark my passage into my teen years. It was a weekday when I got off school at 3:30 and I headed towards the mall.The mall smelled of caramel corn, pretzels, and as I passed the food court I could now detect the scent of perfume. This meant the door to the department store was near and the panty racks were just a dozen steps past the perfume and make-up display. I walked right between the two make-up stations and two young women were setting on stools while a store employee showed them make-up and demonstrated how to apply it. They ignored me as I did them. Well not completely, one woman, probably 25 years old was facing me on her stool and she uncrossed her legs and I saw a flash of blue, it was her panties and my little cock went from limp to stiff before I took two steps.I recovered but the sight of a little blue patch of fabric between her legs was so erotic esenyurt escort I thought I would blow a load without even touching myself. My heart started beating heavily in my chest. I was so excited, this was a big step for me. I entered the lingerie section and all around me were racks of the prettiest garments I could imagine.And there was what I was looking for, the display of panties like my mother wore. They were full briefs made of nylon. I knew their name from reading the tags, Vanity Fair, and went right to them. I was looking for a size 6 and I wanted a pretty color that was all girly. And there they were, four panties back on the rack was a lavender panty in my size.I pulled it out and touched the fabric, my cock was hard and throbbing and my heart felt like it would explode. As I turned to leave I was shocked, my mother was standing in the aisle behind me and giving me a look that was beyond surprised. Her facial expression did not give me an immediate thought of what she was thinking.“What are you doing here Larry?” She asked looking from my face down to my trembling hand holding the little plastic hanger with the pretty panty hanging gracefully below.I had no answer and didn’t try to make up anything. “Well?” she asked.I knew I had to say something, but what can a 13 year old say to his mother when he is discovered in the lingerie department? “I uh, well, uh, I wanted to buy Stacey a gift,” I lied. Stacey, my twin sister, would never have accepted a gift like this from her creepy brother but it was the best I could come up with.“That seems a little personal,” Mom said holding out her hand for the panty, “Let’s find something else for her,” she said as I felt my prize pulled from my fingers. We walked a couple aisles over and Mom poked around a bit and then, “Oh Larry she will love this,” Mom said and pulled a silk scarf off the rack, “and look, it is the exact same color, I know she will love this. Touch it and see what you think.”I did and was shocked, it was as slick and soft as any panty I had felt. “What do you think?” Mom asked.I nodded yes and she said, “Good, now why don’t you go get one of those pretzels you like so much and I will pick up a few avrupa yakası escort things and meet you in the mall.”There was no sense discussing it, I was so bummed out. I had picked out something just for me and it ended up ruined. I rode home with Mom in a bit of a sullen mood but tried not to show it. After all tomorrow was Stacey and my birthday and I didn’t want to ruin it with a “bad attitude,” as Dad always lectured us about.When I got home from school I went to my room and noticed a new clothes hamper setting in my room. I had always used the one in the bathroom, “no way is that my birthday gift,” I thought. I opened the lid and inside was a box wrapped in lavender paper and a matching bow. There was a card attached so I opened it and read these words:“Dear Larry, as we grow we often find that the changes in our body and mind draw us away from some previous interests and lead us into areas that may confuse yet excite us. I have been aware of your activities in an area that some would frown on. I want you to know that nothing you have done is a problem for me, we can work through it. Inside the pretty paper and bows you will find my gift for you. The hamper will be for your use of the most personal items. Love always, Mom”I carefully opened the package, hands trembling just like when I handed her the panty at the store. And as I opened the top of the box I was so excited to find the panty I had sought as my special prize for turning 13. It was the lavender panty and along with it were 6 other panties, all different colors and all in my size. There was another small note in the box that instructed me on the fact that “fine lingerie needs to be laundered after each use, please use your new hamper and I will take care of the laundry, Mom.”The woman I had disturbed with her shopping had reminded me of that time in my life when panties became more than a casual diversion. I began wearing them daily and never lost interest in the look, fit, and feel of them. I didn’t find a satin panty today, unlike that day as an impulsive youth, I would wait until the right satin panty would find me.I returned to my apartment and lying in front of my door was a package wrapped in plain brown paper, it had my name on it so I took it in my apartment. I opened it and found the prettiest women’s undergarments I had ever seen. It included a satin panty and matching padded bra. And in the same color a nylon slip. As I unfolded the slip a note dropped onto the table.“Dear Larry, If you dare please change into these and come knock on my door and see what other surprises I have to offer. Ashley”