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This Page is for little underwear-related stories, anecdotes, jokes and so on.

A little story that may be based on fact in 1961; you guess!
We shall call her Peggy Sue.

It was a hot Saturday evening in the summer of 1961 and Martin had a date with Peggy Sue.
He arrived at her house and rang the bell.
“Oh, come on in!” Peggy Sue’s mother said as she welcomed Martin.  “Have a seat in the living room.  Would you like something to drink?  Lemonade?”
Mum brought in the drink.
“So, what are you and Peggy planning to do tonight?” she asked.
“Oh, probably watch a movie, and then maybe have a bite to eat at the corner shop, maybe take a walk on the beach..”
“Peggy likes to screw, you know,” Mum informed him.
“Really?” “Martin replied, his eyebrows rising.
“Oh yes,” the mother continued, “When she goes out with her friends, that’s all they do! Screw, again and again!!”
“Is that so?” asked Martin, incredulous.
“Yes,” said the mother. “As a matter of fact, she’d screw all night if we let her!”
“Well, thanks for the tip!” Martin said as he began thinking about alternate plans for the evening.
A moment later, Peggy Sue came down the stairs looking pretty as a picture, wearing a pink blouse and a hooped skirt with a pretty underskirt peeping beneath.  Her hair was tied back in a bouncy ponytail.
Underneath she had put on her best, white brassiere and suspender belt and a pair of long, brown stockings.  With a thrill she had pulled up the new pair of pink, silky knickers that she’d been proudly gazing at all day long, and checked herself in the mirror.
In the living room she greeted Martin.
“Have fun, kids!” her mother said as they left.
Two hours later, a completely dishevelled Peggy Sue burst into the house and slammed the front door behind her.  Her stockings were laddered, and she held up her lovely knickers in abject distress.
"The Twist, Mum!" she yelled angrily to her mother in the kitchen.  "The f***ing dance is called the Twist!!!"

The Girl Lodger

A Scottish couple took in an 18-year-old girl as a lodger.
She asked if she could have a bath, but the woman of the house told her they didn't have a bath, although if she wanted to, she could use a tin bath in front of the fire.

"Monday's the best night, when my husband goes out to darts," she said.

The girl agreed to have a bath the following Monday.

After her husband had gone to the pub for his darts match, the woman filled the bath and watched the girl get undressed. When the lass shyly removed her knickers she was surprised to see that she didn't have any pubic hair.

When her husband came home she told him all about the girl undressing by the fire, and as her husband was crazy about women’s knickers she told him all about the girl’s knickers.
Then she told him about the girl having no fanny hair inside her knickers.
But he didn't believe her. “Can't be so, at her age,” he said.
So she said, "Next Monday, when you go to darts, leave a little early and wait in the back garden. I'll leave a gap in the curtains so you can see for yourself."

So the following Monday, while the girl again got undressed down to her knickers, the wife asked, "Do you shave your fanny?"

"No," replied the girl. "I've just never grown any fanny hair. Do you have fanny hair?"

"Oh, yes," said the woman, “I’ll show you”.
Knowing that her husband was watching she pulled up her dress and took her knickers down to her stocking-tops.
“There,” she said, “I've got lots of hair all over my fanny and my husband loves it,” and she glanced towards the parted curtains. “Take your knickers down and show me again.”

Shyly, the girl took her knickers slowly down to her thighs and for a few minutes she and the girl shared explicit views of their clearly-exposed fannies, one hairy and the other as smooth as when she was born.

Eventually the girl finished her bath and went to bed.

Later that night, when her husband came in, the wife asked him, "Did you see her naked fanny?"

"Yes," he said, "but why the hell did you have to take down your knickers and show her your fanny?"

"Why ever are you worried about my fanny?" she said, surprised. "You've loved it often enough before."

"I know," he said, "But the darts team hadn't!"


That's all for now, folks, but it's a start ...................... 

This Page updated March 7 - 2012