'Am I kinky?' I thought to myself as I looked up at my reflection in the mirror. Staring back at me was an image that filled me with pure lust. Black, lace-top stockings held in place with a black basque and suspenders, and the look was completed with matching black panties.

'Most definitely, but I love it,' I thought as I glimpsed at my straining cock, trying to fight its way out of the lace panties. The panties, basque and stockings belonged to Samantha, my ex-girlfriend.

I can remember when I first noticed how sexy women's panties were, and how I was instantly drawn to them. It was whilst dating my first girlfriend, Samantha, in university. We'd been dating for a few weeks before we ended up back at my place, both getting horny as we kissed in my bedroom. It was the first time that things ever became more than kissing and fumbling.

I can remember Samantha laying back on the bed, letting me take off her jeans. As I slid then down from her hips I caught my first sight of her underwear. That night she was wearing a thong and I marvelled at the sight of the material as it clung to her mound beneath. I kissed my way up her slender legs until I came to her thong and I was immediately hooked by the contagious smell of her pussy on the material. I couldn't help insert a finger inside her moist hole through her thong. As I pulled the damp material out I inhaled deeply and I vowed that I would never forget this moment.

After that night I used to love undressing Samantha, as any guy would love to do with his girlfriend. I had the double delight though, the pleasure of seeing her naked body and the pleasure of seeing what panties that she was wearing on each particular occasion.

Whilst we dated we often used to spend the nights at each others houses. On a number of occasions I stayed in bed whilst Samantha went to her early lectures, which gave me the perfect opportunity to explore her panties in closer detail. I loved to go through her drawers, searching for her sexiest panties. One time I found a pair of her panties that Samantha had been wearing the previous night. I picked them up off the floor and found that the crotch was still damp, and when I raised them to my nose I immediately recognised that her pussy was the cause of the dampness. My cock immediately became hard at the thought of her pussy being all moist and the panties being so close to her mound.

I couldn't resist but to put them on. I slipped them on and up my legs, the lace feeling wonderful to my touch. At first the dampness against my balls felt cold but they soon warmed with my body temperature. I jumped back into bed and laid on my front. I slowly began to hump against the bed, my cock head rubbing against the material of the panties. I fantasised that Samantha was beneath me, and that I was humping against her pussy through her panties. I could feel the cum rising within me and I decided to let go totally. As I reached orgasm I felt my cum spurt out of my cock and onto the lacey material. I laid on the bed afterwards in post orgasm delirium, still incredibly horny at what I had done. It never crossed my mind as to how I was to explain to Samantha why her panties were full of my cum.
I simply took them home with me and washed them, before returning them to her panty draw. I repeated this as frequently as I could; cumming in Samantha's panties, smuggling them home so I could clean them and then sneaking them back to their rightful owner.

We had been dating for one year and Samantha and I went to a restaurant to celebrate. Little did I know what was in store for me later...