I had just recently downloaded the Tinder app on my phone. It was getting to a point in my life where I needed to experience a romantic (or even sexual) relationship. I uploaded some photos and background information. But I wasn’t expecting much. For one, I wasn’t (and still not) the most attractive guy around.

But, for the hell of it, I opened up the app one day. And, lo and behold, there was a message waiting for me. From a girl who was attending the same University that I was. And she said that she liked a photo of me, where I’m holding up a glass of wine with a goofy grin on my face. She also called me cute, which made me do a double-take. Cute?! Me?!

I was about 99% sure that this was a catfish. Who just opens a conversation with, “Hi, I like your goofy picture. By the way, you’re cute”? I didn’t answer back right away, but I went through her profile. After all, what did I have to lose?

I opened her photos and immediately noticed how cute this woman was. She had a sweet face, and her blonde hair was in a ponytail. And every photo was clearly her.

I felt optimistic. And so, I messaged this woman back and thanked her. And complimented her photos as well. She sent me a smile emoji and asked if I wanted to meet up the next day. I enthusiastically responded yes. But I warned her; the photo was old, and I looked different now (I was growing a beard).

She messaged back with, “That’s okay with me, some of my favourite musicians have beards.” And she soon followed that with, “And I look different from my photos as well. I just recently dyed my hair black.”

I couldn’t believe my luck! I had finally found a girl who wanted to meet me, who was also sweet, cute, and pretty. And, as a bonus, she enjoyed music! But what kind of music, though? Her mention of musicians with facial hair, and that she dyed her black, made me think of metal (one of my favourite music genres).

I arrived at the scheduled time and entered the Dairy Queen. She had mentioned craving a Blizzard, even though it was still cold out. I glanced around the restaurant and soon spotted her sitting at a table. Despite her dyed black hair, she was still clearly the same person I chatted with.

I smiled and greeted her. She returned my smile and got up to give me a hug (after asking). I loved how sweet she was in person. Soon we sat down and started chatting. About school, our lives, our dating app experiences, etc. Neither of us had met with anybody else in person, but we had each run into people who clearly had no shame. There were lots of people looking for a hook-up.

But I soon remembered her earlier comments. And I asked her what are some of her favourite bands. She replied with a bunch of different names before giggling and saying, “I know, I love country music way too much.”

That surprised me, but it wasn’t a deal-breaker. I wasn’t into country music, but I kept an open mind. And told her I’ll check out the bands she mentioned when I return home. We also chatted about TV shows, where she introduced me to some new anime titles to check out.

But unfortunately, she soon had to return home. We walked out to our cars (which were coincidentally parked near each other) and gave each other a hug goodbye. And exchanged phone numbers. I couldn’t wait to meet with her again!

As I was getting myself into the car, I glanced over hoping to see her sweet face one more time. Only it wasn’t her face I saw.

I had turned to look at her, just as she was bending forward to put her bag in the back seat of her car. And I saw the top of her panties as they were peeking out the top of her jeans. I didn’t look for long, because I knew it wasn’t right. But they were white or light pink. And there appeared to be smiling anime girls on them (you don’t forget things like that!).

It was so like her, given her cute demeanour and interest in anime. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I saw them, but she didn’t see me looking anyhow. And hopefully no one else saw, either.

While I wasn’t consciously aware of my underwear fetish yet, I realized later on that this was where it started.

Over the next couple of weeks, the girl and I kept in touch. We texted every day about the music we listened to, and the anime we watched. And swapped photos of our dogs. And we also made plans to meet up again.

But one day, she suddenly told me she was moving to live with her grandma who lived three hours away. And I unfortunately also lost contact with her soon afterwards.

And so, for the next few months, I longed to chat with her again. About what anime we were watching, or anything. I wanted to hear her laugh and see her sweet smile. But I also kept getting flashbacks to the end of our meet, when I accidentally saw her underwear. It hadn’t been a long sighting, but they kept entering my thoughts.

And so, I went back to the dating app. But I never got another message again; from her or anyone.

Out of desperation to be close to a woman, I asked around for advice on the various Reddit pages I was involved in. And one of the most common pieces of advice I received was to buy used bras and panties. Reddit users also recommended going to see an escort to have a “chat”, but I was unfortunately not making a steady income. Which meant this wasn’t an option for me. And so, as strange as the idea sounded, I browsed the Subreddits for used affordable underwear.

It didn’t take long before I found a collection that I liked. This one woman was selling both used bras and panties. I didn’t see any anime girl panties, but one panty in her store was this cute red cotton brief. It had a black checkered pattern, tiny pink hearts scattered about, and lace along the edges. Long story short, I wanted it.

I messaged her and told her I was interested in her red panties. And she was of course happy to oblige. Then she also asked me if there was anything else I wanted. After not being able to decide, she suggested buying something new from her favourite shop: Ann Summers.

I should’ve just backed out right then. This had to have been a scam, right? No woman would sell me her panties, and then direct me to her favourite underwear shop! For all I knew, she could’ve been an employee of Ann Summers. And that might’ve been the best-case scenario. But, I’m happy to say, this wasn’t a scam.

I browsed Ann Summers’ online store and soon came across this beautiful bra. It had a black lace overlay on the cups along with scalloped lace edges. I excitedly messaged the seller and gave her the link to the bra. I didn’t know her size, but she would order it herself.

She was a great seller, or it was just her natural charm. But, either way, she complimented my taste. And told me she would model the new bra for me when it arrived, along with the red panties. I excitedly waited for the next week or two.

And finally, I received a message. I opened it up, and it said, “It came! I bet you’ve been looking forward to this!” I definitely had been. She then quickly sent a picture. I opened it, and I just about came in my boxers right there!

This woman was gorgeous! She had cropped out her head (for privacy reasons). But everything else was incredible. In her picture, she was standing in her bedroom. But that wasn’t all.

The way she bent forward emphasized a curvy figure, with her full breasts and wide hips. And the black bra looked so sexy on her! I still didn’t know what size she was, but her boobs filled the cups perfectly. I admired them as they strained deliciously against her cups.

And the cuteness and sweetness of her panties created an amazing contrast. The pink hearts looked so adorable on her. I quickly pulled down my pants and shoved my hand down my boxers.

I started rubbing myself through my boxers and didn’t respond for several minutes. Which must have concerned her, because she sent off another message, “Did it go through? Or are you just busy at the moment?”

I grinned sheepishly and immediately texted back with, “Sorry. I just needed a moment to pull myself together.” And hoped that the terrible pun didn’t scare her off. I then sent another text, complimenting her bra and panties. I didn’t know if she wanted me to comment on her boobs.

She responded with a laugh emoji and, “No problem! I had to buy myself one of these bras as well. They’re too pretty to pass up! My boobs would’ve missed these cups.” She then sends me another text. And this one shocked me. “You know, if you’re okay with paying extra, I can also masturbate and cum in these red panties. And get them all nice and wet for you.”

My jaw just about hit the floor. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect to read those words! But I couldn’t pass up the opportunity either, and quickly fired off a yes.

The girl sent me a smile emoji. Followed by, “Great! And if you want, I can also send you pics of what my panties look like after I orgasm. Sounds good to you?” Oh hell yes!

I waited several agonizing minutes. She must’ve been wanting to give me my money’s worth, which was sweet of her. My breath had quickened in anticipation. But then she finally texted me back with a, “Sorry to keep you waiting. I’ve been edging myself to a good cum. Anyway, enjoy!” She followed that with a picture. I tapped the picture and gasped out loud.

Holy shit! The entire picture was a close-up of her panties. The red and black checkered pattern, the pink hearts, the lace along the edges, etc. And there was indeed a large wet patch in the crotch of her briefs. My cock immediately hardened in my boxers as I admired the picture she sent. I texted back, “Wow! You must’ve needed that.”

She sent me a laughing emoji followed by, “You don’t know how badly! Anyway, I hope you like the picture. Because I’m mailing them to you as is. Hot off the folds! And that goes for my bra as well.”

It was at this point that I started rubbing myself through my boxers. I couldn’t get past the fact that a woman I’d never met before would do all of this for me. It was both incredibly sexy and touching.

A few minutes later, I received another text message from my seller. It said, “I hope this will tide you over until my package arrives. Enjoy!” My heart raced as my fingers trembled with anticipation.

She followed up with a teasing photo: standing in front of the camera, as she held her unclasped bra against her bare breasts. My breath hitched in my throat, as I noticed both of her bra straps had fallen off her shoulders. And the cups rested lightly on her skin, as she used her fingers to keep the lace in place. Her breasts looked soft and heavy, gently overflowing the edges of the fabric.

Enjoy was an understatement. I shut my eyes as I kept rubbing myself through my boxers; the teasing pic was taking up residency in my brain for the time being. Her soft breasts, her beautiful bra and panties, her sexy camera pose, etc. All of it was flashing before my eyes.

Minutes later, I could feel my cock straining against the fabric of my boxers. And soon felt that all-too-familiar throb in my groin as well. I moaned as I felt myself erupt in my boxers. Several seconds of hedonistic release passed before I eventually stopped. And I took several gulps of air as I regained my composure. My heart rate also slowly returned to normal. I smiled in satisfaction.

The package came in the mail a week later, and I was so excited. I took my purchase to the privacy of my room. Upon opening it up, and reaching my hand in, I felt a small piece of paper. I excitedly brought it in front of my face to read. The hand-written note said, “Thanks for making your purchase with me! I hope you enjoy the bra and undies as much as I enjoyed wearing them!”

It was an insignificant gesture, but it was surprisingly sweet how she even took the time to write me a thank-you note. I smiled to myself, as I couldn’t help but find the juxtaposition humorous. The same woman who sold me her worn underwear, had also sent me a thank-you note. It was sexy and adult, yet sweet and professional at the same time.

I reached back into the package and pulled out something inside of wrapping paper. My heart raced with excitement. It was like Christmas morning! I tore off the pieces of tape holding it together and opened the wrapping paper. My breath caught in my throat at what I saw.

There were the red and black checkered briefs I had seen on a beautiful woman a week prior. But now they were mine! Cute pink hearts and all. I then grasped them in my hand, and immediately noticed by how soft these panties were. Definitely softer than any underwear I’d ever worn. I then brought them to my nose to take a whiff.

And despite it being a week, there was still a faint musky smell in the crotch. It was like nothing I’d ever smelt before. I felt my cock straining against my boxers. Being the pervert that I was, I thought of my seller’s pussy resting against the soft fabric. And imagined what they felt like to touch when she masturbated in them. I then smiled to myself, as I bent over to pull down my pants and boxers.

I felt my heart pounding in my chest, and my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. There was no time to lose! I needed to feel what she felt when she wore these!

After grasping the waistband, I opened them up to allow myself to step into them. I then pulled them up my legs with excitement. I’m not a big guy downstairs, but as I pulled the panties past my thighs, I couldn’t help but feel how tight they were in the crotch. After smirking to myself, I noted that obviously, men and women have different needs in their underwear.

And finally, about a minute later, my new panties were on. Damn! They really were the softest underwear I’d ever worn. And tightest as well. The briefs hugged my crotch in ways that my boxers never did. I then looked down and laughed. My bulge was so prominent that the fabric of the panties was almost lifting away from my body.

Remembering that I also had a sexy lace bra waiting for me in the package, I then reached my hand back in and pulled out a larger item in wrapping paper. My heart was beating in my chest. And my hand was shaking with excitement as I opened up the wrapping paper.

Even though I knew what was inside, I felt my breath hitch in my throat. Here was the black lace bra I had picked out on the Ann Summers site. And despite it being cliche to say this, the pictures didn’t do this bra any justice. I felt my cock strain even more against the fabric of my panties.

Seeing the enormous cups up close, compared to seeing them in a pic (even on a woman’s body), was like two different worlds. And speaking of enormous cups, my curiosity got the better of me. After looking at the tag (36F!), I just sat there and admired my bra. The black lace overlay on the cups gave the bra a sexy and sophisticated look.

I reached out to brush the cups with my fingers. The material was delicate to the touch. And I smirked to myself, as I thought about how this bra must’ve felt on the seller's body. And how it looked on her body. I flipped the bra over to see the inside of the cups.

I felt my cock twitch. There wasn’t any padding in the cups themselves, but there was an underwire. Which, given the size of the bra, made sense. Regardless, this looked like a comfortable and supportive bra. I smirked as I recalled what the woman had mentioned to me. And thought to myself, “No wonder she also wanted to buy this bra for herself!”

By now, I felt a familiar throb in my cock and knew that I would not last much longer. Without thinking twice, I grabbed the bra and brought it up to my nose. I took a whiff and felt a musky and sweet scent hit my nostrils. I exhaled as my eyes fluttered dreamily.

My heart started pounding in my chest with excitement. With no time to lose, I shoved my hand down the red briefs. And I rubbed myself until I felt my climax begin. “Holy shit!” I cried out. I moaned in pleasure as I felt my cock release a healthy load inside my new panties. And finally, I stopped.

I just sat there and took deep breaths as I regained my composure. I then smiled to myself as I felt what was, no doubt, a growing wet spot on the crotch of the panties. And sure enough, the crotch panel was now almost entirely damp with a darker shade of red.

Reaching to grab my phone, I logged into my Reddit account and opened my conversation with my seller. And I sent her a message which said, “It came!” I grinned sheepishly to myself before adding, “And so did I!”