Phil Gaines settled down in an chair with arms pleasantly anticipating the lecture. He'd taken time today from a fairly busy schedule to come and hear the lecture on the Civil War, offered by the local branch of the University.
The lecturer was fairly well known and had a reputation for doing a very, very good job with both his graphics and visuals as well as his knowledge of his subjects.
Phil, Dr. Phil Gaines that is, was interested in the Civil War; it was one of the traces of history that he followed over the years, including Russian History, Medieval History, Ancient History and now the Civil War. In each of those cases he did his own research and his own reading, trying to gather information on a subject that was fairly unfamiliar to him.
Phil Gaines was a surgeon and the head of his practice. He insisted on giving himself time, now and again to 'breathe', as he was wont to put it. He didn't want his professional life to take all of his time and energy.
So, periodically there was a treat for him, like this Civil War lecture.
He had gotten to a point in his life, at his current age of 41, that was very satisfying. There had been a marriage, to Jennifer, an internist, whom he'd met and married while in Med school. Over the years, the two of them, he and Jenn, had 'gone their own ways', as the phrase has it.
They ended the relationship, the marriage on a fairly civil basis, and since then Jenn had moved to the west coast to take up a position that she had been offered there.
There had been no other women for Phil, since then. There was, of course, he being a red blooded American male, the internet but that was only periodically of interest.
He certainly did not go 'trolling' for dates or the like on the 'net'. It was more of an instrument for his imagination and his curiosity.
He was also in love, positively in love with two pretty, red haired nieces, his sister Wendy Turner's daughters, Susie and Patti, to whom he was 'the Great Uncle', Uncle Phil.
These were kind of the parameters of his life right then, and he was happy and pleased with it. He had, after the divorce, bought out Jenn's half of their huge home and lived there with two roaming cats, that he'd rescued from the shelter, Shuppiluliuma and Tiglathpilesar, Shupi and Tig. (Phil was also a student of Ancient NearEastern history.) These days, the two cats ruled the roost at Phil's home.
Once he'd settled down in the last of the rows of chairs for the lecture, he looked around him. He recognized some of the people in attendance, since he saw them periodically at events.
People were still coming into the room. His attention then was drawn to a woman who came into the row in front of him and settled into a chair. She was pretty, petit and blond, and he recognized her, he was sure, from having seen her in church now and again.
He racked his brains and came up only with the Laura ... Laura something or other.
She sat and leaned forward for some reason, and Phil's attention was suddenly glued to where she was sitting. As she leaned forward, her light white, tee shirt like top rode up a bit and at her waist about a full inch of beige panties were showing.
Phil just stared.
(Phil Gaines was a panty lover. It was his main weakness, his real mania, in a way. Women in panties, especially 'mature' women in panties were his constant interest on various internet photo sites.
He rarely took time to rummage through his mind and try to detect where this exciting interest started for him but had a suspicion, that was aided by his periodically remembering a scene from a playground, when he was a kid.
This incident occurred when he was, he figured, about in 5th grade. At least the location of the playground led him to believe that. His family had moved around a bit, when he was a kid and that playground was the location of school, when he was going into sixth grade.
He was, that day, on the swings and simply enjoying himself. He didn't know a lot of the kids in the area yet and was simply having fun by himself.
Next to him on a swing was one of the older girls, a counselor at the playground. She was swinging and talking to a friend, another girl, on the swing next to her.
He heard the other girl mention that it was time for 'crafts' and the counselor next to Phil acknowledged that and, as the swing slowed down, jumped off of it.
Then it happened, and maybe, just maybe Phil Gaines' life long fascination with women's panties began.
As she jumped off of the swing, the counselor's shorts, orange shorts got caught in some part of the swing itself and with her jumping off, the shorts seemed to disintegrate somehow; they were simply torn down the side and and the counselor just left the shorts behind, attached to the swing.
She shrieked. Phil remembered that but he looked, he stared and there was this older teenaged girl standing there in a tee shirt and a pair of pink panties.
Phil was awestruck. At first her back was turned to him, and his vision and his entire world was filled, totally filled with the view of this girl's ass cheeks, only faintly, if at all, hidden by the soft, pink nylon of her panties.
It registered in Phil's young, barely sixth grade brain: "There was her ass! Her ass!"
That was the world for him right then. Then she turned around to grab the torn shorts, still hanging from the swing seat, and the world, for Phil, expanded.
He saw the nest of her curly, dark brown hair that covered her pussy.
Yes, he'd heard the word. He'd been in on the whispering and chuckling sessions of friends, who talked about asses and tits and pussies.
And there, right in front of him was a pussy.
The fabric of the panties, the pink nylon, was not thick enough or heavy enough to hide anything, and Phil Gaines was staring at a woman's pussy.
He was at a mountain top right then. The movement of the counselor seemed to be slowed down and happened in kind of slow motion, as she grabbed the fabric of the torn shorts away from the swing seat.
She turned to the side and there, right next to Phil, was the girl's ass again.
He had no words. He only looked and took mental images that he was destined to carry with him for a life time.
I will say that ever after that event, for Phil Gaines, even the word 'panties' had a powerful pull over his thoughts and imaginations. He'd look at adult ladies and wondered, now and again, and thought about their 'panties'. It was a secret event for him. It was one that he always enjoyed.
There were times, when it seemed that life was conspiring to keep Phil Gaines' attention fastened on panties too.
He had gone to school during the 'mini skirt' days, and that whole time had served to keep Phil Gaines fairly erect most of the time. It was a time for legs and panties. It was a wonderful time.
One of the joys for Phil was that lately the fashion craze was for tight, stretch white or black pants that never even pretended to hide the panties underneath.
Or there was the lecture room where he went frequently. Phil, despite attempts to simply concentrate remembered times when someone in front of him would bend over and give him a 'show'. There was a woman who had been wearing red cotton panties one time, and then there was another woman, older and heavier who showed a large amount of off whiteish panties. It happened frequently and in various situations.)
He came out of his reverie just then and realized that the woman in the row in front of him, Laura he was pretty sure, was looking at him.
His first reaction was chagrin that he'd been caught looking at her panties. But he realized, quickly enough that she was only being friendly.
She nodded and said: "Dr Gaines."
He smiled and nodded and said: "It's Laura, isn't it?"
"Yes," she said, "Laura Compton."
He nodded and remembered it then. "Yes," he said, "Hi, Laura."
That was their interaction. She turned her attention back to the front then, since the lecture was about to begin. She moved around in her seat but that inch of beige, nylon material, the material of her panties, was still there, still showing, and Phil was still gaping at it.
The lecture proceeded and Phil turned his mind to it. He had been thinking, wondering just then, if the panties were plain beige or, this was his flight of fancy, did they maybe have panels of lace right where Laura's legs came together, panels of lace that would show maybe light brownish curly hair, or off blondish wispy hair.
Phil pulled his mind forcefully from this kind of consideration and began to concentrate.
There was a window open in the back of the room, and it let a cool breeze waft through the room. It was the undoing of Phil's joy, for Laura Compton felt the breeze on the skin at her waist and put her hand back there, and could feel both the skin of her waist and the fact that a good inch of her panties was exposed.
She tugged on the tail of her light tee shirt and covered the area.
As she did, she happened to glance at Phil and saw that he was watching her. She got the ghost of a smile on her face, as though she'd caught him peeking. He averted his eyes then and tried to pretend that he hadn't been looking at all but he'd seen the smile on her face.
The lecture was as good as friends had led him to believe it would be. The presentation featured maps and the maps were animated to show routes that various units took. It was all first class.
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