My first post of any kind on any site ever. Just thought id share my story and my intense love for thongs and where it all started. x ( TRUE. )
I know it's long, Please take your time and i hope you are kind, I also hope i haven't missed the point of this thread or gone too far off the thong topic. It all belongs together like a recipe.
Well when me, "Male" was around 13 years old, my family and i lived in England. We would travel to go see my relatives in Germany a couple times a year. We would visit my Auntie and stay with her husband and her two late teenage daughters; My Cousins. The older one Mira and the slightly younger one Ellie, both 5,4 and your typical well to do German girl, fair skinned, freckled, good in school and very private.
We used to do the typical family stuff go out and eat, go see sights and argue a bit. But during our 2 weeks long stays,
just on occasion the girls would take me and my much brother out, who was far to young to grasp the world yet. They would take us to the zoo, into Town to get ice cream and walks in the Forest. However this singular time was different. They suggested...Swimming! The Second I got wind of the promise of the pool, My tiny undeveloped male teenage brain started to dissolve into a puddle of hopeful opportunity.
So we went down to the local pool, which was out doors in summer with which was huge, massive open fields of grass privately surrounded by giant trees and in the middle, lovely shiny metal pools. We found a nice spot in the warm sun and took our light clothing off. You must first understand these too where certainly not bad looking and both had normal slim upper bodies with slim sharp faces and legs to match. So i was simply not prepared for the assault to my senses when i looked down Mira's body to see the biggest ass i had ever noticed not seen.
It did not fit to her toned body, head-on, it was round with more weight and shape towards the bottom, big and perfect with just the right amount of wiggle, fat, saggy-ness and blobie-ness. All this was somehow able to stay relatively perky with incredible overhang; So incredible, it created its own gravity compelling me too look. All this wonder was wrapped up in a tight seamless black bikini thong, griping her waist. It was shiny similar to latex like a rubber band sticking and pulling on the skin, only the top band was visible which stat high on her tailbone as it descended into a thin line which was swallowed up by her huge cheeks. Gone, so deep, never to be found again. She should have just worn nothing, it made no difference, basically naked, with just this tiny black strip defining her waist before it when down into the smelly, sweaty, deep dark void of her ass crack.
The pool was full, just like my head. We got up and walked in the direction of the water. So many people laying on the field relaxing, Ellie also had a thong on in white to match her crisp golden skin not as civiere as Mira, but who also has a similar bum, but more toned. So we're walking Mira's ass is truly mesmerizing, that thin line of fabric being rubbed and punished between those cheeks with each stride. I Started to notice the peoples relaxation was soon put on hold as we strolled over the field, hundreds of eyes staring totally fixated on these two cruising by. Two perfect examples; one in white, one in Black. salt and pepper and my dumm weedy ass in the middle.
After this event and later that same holiday i was in the bathroom, still not quite recovered. I thought id treat myself and have a piss sitting down in this long thin bathroom and opposite me was the wash bin, oh no, being a rather conservative young boy with pent up desire I ever so slowly lifted the lid. Then closed it. Stop it! "this is your grown cousins bathroom" ( Mira's ). I couldn't take it. "Are you really going to rummage through there","are you really gonna go that low"...Hell yeah i'am. I lifted the lid once more to really take a look, this smell arose from within and punched me in the face damm near knocked me out. I looked, would not believe. Only underwear! This is when I learnt something about Mira.
Bloody Filthy she was. All thongs, no bigger tangas... no fullbacks... no boxers... no granny pants. Just the sweet fine line, and they there filthy. I reached in and fished this gray one out, utterly destroyed honestly, like it had been run over by a truck! Old wore out cotton with holes in it, totally ruined. The thought of her wearing that drove me insane. I opened it up. To find white crispy clunge and goo everywhere the smell was so pungent and to top it off. Poo! ( didn't know what to think of that )
Skid marks from all the rubbing inside that huge brown canyon, along the thin tired line. Too hot to handle. it tossed it back in, fearful id be caught.
Going back to England i would soon forget about it, and the whole pantie obsession but that would be reignited later in my life, when i moved over there...
