I was 16, had started driving and had my first job as a bag boy and carryout at our local grocery store. I had started my journey five years ago, wearing my mom’s things whenever I got the chance. Bras, panties, hosiery, swimsuits and foundations(girdles for those under the age of 40). Mostly, her underthings were white, tan or black. Certainly on the conservative side. I was looking for something a bit younger and sexier.
I drove to our local Sears store. I had money in my pocket and I needed a fix. I went early on a Tuesday morning, just as the store opened. My heart was racing. I worried(needlessly) about being seen by someone I knew or one of my mom’s friends. I got to the lingerie department and I was in Heaven. Nothing but femininity surrounded me. I headed straight for the bikini panties.
I found a bikini style of nylon with a narrow lace waistband and lace leg openings. I bought those panties in black, red, navy blue, ivory, yellow and white. $14 for six panties. I was in panty heaven. Size 6. Money so well spent. What a nice thing to remember that happened nearly 50 years ago.