PANTY STORY # 36

DIANNE'S PANTIES

How to make this brief? My best buddy was leaving for college the next day. There were four of us, three guys and his date. We drank a bunch of beer and had a barbecue. He retired early with Diane (a sure thing and good looking) Early in the evening before he picked her up he told me that he thought she might do both of us. I mistakenly believed him. (I wanted to). They went up into the loft and got it on. After a while I thought that he surely couldn't last much longer. (wrong) I climbed the ladder and got into the other twin bed and waited. After a while I realized that he was on a quest and that there must be some panties on the floor. My hand snaked out and was rewarded immediately with soft nylon. I brought them in bed, sniffed them, stroked myself, and put them on. They were a size 5 VF and fit perfect (in those days). When my friend was done, he headed to the bathroom (downstairs). It must be my time. I took the panties off and got out of bed and approached Diane. She was sitting on the edge of the bed. I could see her silhouette in the dim light. I made my move! I arose from bed and kneeled at her feet. I put my hands on her thighs and she dug her nails into me like a cat. I had made a mistake. I jumped back into bed and pretended to pass out. (I was quite drunk at the time). My friend returns from the bathroom before I give up Diane’s panties, and turns on the light. I am doomed. I am exposed. I have never gone out on a limb before. I have always been careful. Of course the first thing Diane says, "I can’t find my panties". My friend helps in the search but to no avail, they are on my body. He finally says, I have to take you home, it is getting late and he does. There will be a follow-up to this story if anyone likes it. "IT IS TRUE"

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This is the promised followup to the first segment.

After my friend left to take Dianne home I did a little damage control. I thought that if I put the panties under the little shelf between the beds, maybe my friend would think that she didn't look for them well enough. I did so. The next morning we got up (no mention of the night before) and started to pack up the few remaining personal belongings of my friends, the little shelf included. What do you know, there they were. He picked them up with no comment and threw them on top of a case of empty Coors bottles. We loaded everything into his El Camino and headed over to his mom’s house. When we got there he took some stuff into the house but for some unknown reason put the case of empties into an abandoned dog house. No bottle bill in those days. That is where they remained for some months. I subsequently moved to a little cabin in the highlands about eight miles from town. I was hanging out one night smoking a little pot (pretty usual for me in the sixties) and thought that I needed some panties. Pot , being an enhancer, always made the panty experience much more intense. An idea surfaced. I wonder if Dianne’s panties are still in the dog house? I jumped into my van and headed into town. It was about 11 PM and light traffic. I parked around the block and walked down the highway, probably looking homeless. I entered the property easily and made my way to the doghouse, hoping they were still there. I reached in and immediately felt a rush as I came in contact with nylon. I reasoned as I slipped them into my coat pocket, that they were obviously forgotten and now they were MINE. I made my way back to my van and was soon steering for home. A thought occurred to me. What if someone was at my place when I returned? (a pretty common thing in those days). I didn't want to lose the feeling that this mission had brought on so I pulled over at Monastery Beach and shut her down. My van was partitioned off from the cab to the rear with a curtain and I had a mattress in back. I had my clothes off in record time and was soon wearing my prize and sporting a raging boner. I had them on then off jacking all the while. I stroked as long as I dared but held off from cumming because I wanted to prolong the experience. After savoring my prize, I decided to return home to a little more privacy. When I got there I was in luck, no one there. I quickly dropped trou and was again encased in those little VF’s. This time I went for it with no restraint and it didn't take long till I shot one of the largest loads of my life. Dianne’s panties literally made a splat when I threw them on the wood floor. It was worth waiting for.

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Was it a panty raid or something else?

I was at home at my cabin in the highlands, it was fairly late and I was smokin and looking at the new playboy. I was very horny when I decided that I needed some new panties. Dianne’s panties were a crusted ball. I needed to get some new ones more than I needed to wash those. Where can I find some Panties at this time of night. There was only one place that I could think of, my friends mothers house. I grew up, over there, most of my high school days. I knew the house to every detail. In the basement there was a laundry room where a laundry chute emptied onto the floor. His mom had a washer and drier but chose to dry her lingerie on a wooden rack. This was it. Another toke and I was on my way. The drive was all anticipation I probably had pre cum but I don't remember. I parked around the block and headed out on my mission. It was very dark and traffic was light due to the hour. I made it to the house (which was dark ) and to my dismay the large wooden sliding doors were firmly closed. When I was a kid, they were always open. Bad luck! I put my fingers in the crack and realized how heavy these doors were and that they would probably make noise if I wasn't careful. I opened that door 1/4 inch at a time till I could slip through. Once in the garage I couldn't see anything so I had to walk baby steps to get to where I wanted to be. I was scared of tripping over something and making noise. The danger factor was at 10 but I was as more excited than I have ever been in my life. After maneuvering around two cars I was finally home. I went right to the rack hoping against hope that it wasn't empty. It wasn't. It was covered in nylon panties. Bingo and a pair on my pocket. My next impulse was take them all, this was too much work for only one pair. A cool head prevailed and I moved the panties around on the rack to try and make it look like nothing was missing. I then went to the pile at the bottom of the laundry chute fully intending to take a pair from here but again to my dismay there were none. The only thing left to do was escape. I worked my way back to the door just as carefully as I had going in and finally outside. My dilemma was, do I just run or close the door? I decided to close the door carefully and was soon on my way. I made it home and had my new pair of briefs. They were white, size 5, don’t remember the brand but were high quality. the rest of the story pails with the drama of that experience but believe me they took a place next Dianne’s panties, needing washing. Where will the next ones come from? A parting question. Was it a panty raid or burglary? My adult mind gives me a scary answer. Young and stupid I guess.

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An opportunity not passed.

Back in the sixties (the old days) I met a girl and had a fabulous relationship for a couple of years. She had a female roomie named Sherry. Sherry was very good looking as was (I think) Meg. I sort of moved in on them. A one night stand turned into a lifelong memory. One day early on, the women decided to go into Carmel to do whatever. This left me alone in the place with all of the undies. Bingo! I went through all of their drawers checking out everything. I came away a little disappointed at the selection. Remember back and were young with no meaningful job. Meg's panties improved as the relationship moved on as did better employment. I found that she loved panties but only those of high quality. I would go panty shopping with her at Macys and I was in heaven. She would take a half dozen pairs into the changing room and try them. I didn't know you could do that and you probably can't today. One day Meg had to go to her folks place to check the mail because they were on 4 months vacation. We did the mail thing and while we were admiring what a nice place it was when I asked to use the bathroom. She pointed to the other end of the house then said just use my parent’s bathroom it's closer. Cool. I went in, overhearing conversation from the women. I walked thru a dressing area before I reached the bathroom and noticed a wicker hamper with no top. It was probably no more than one third full but I plunged my lucky hand in for a feel. I was immediately rewarded with a pair of size 6 white briefs. I'm a little ashamed to admit that I don’t remember the brand. Must be a reflection of too much of a good thing. I Quickly stuffed them into my boots and went on as nothing had happened. I excused myself some time later after returning to her place. I needed to feed my cats, at the cabin. That was true but there was motive. Don't get me wrong but I had great sex with this woman but that did not diminish my desire to have sex with her mothers panties. In fact I had many fantasies about having sex with mom. She was a fine looking woman and in some ways better looking than her daughter. What they both had were full sized breasts. Well you know the "rest of the story". It is as pleasing for me to share these experiences with you as, hopefully it is to read.

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Pre panty owning days

Back in the old days, when real quality lingerie was available, I was living in an apt in Monterey. I got the opportunity to rent a very cool cabin in Carmel Highlands for a mere 85 dollars a month. I took it and when I was getting ready to move I wanted to wash all of my dirty duds. My best friend at the time, was over and we were having a toke or two. I went into this dingy basement to do my clothes but when I got there I found a cardboard box full of clothes. It almost looked like they didn't belong to anyone. If they were dried, why wouldn't someone take them home. This was the very first opportunity to ravage someone else’s laundry alone. I quickly found 5 pairs of panties, none new but free. I hid them inside my Levi’s when I returned because my friend was still there. There were 2 pair of aging acetate briefs and three somewhat aging nylon briefs. This was in the days before bikinis became what they are now. They were mine and went with me to my new address. That was the foundation of my panty filching ways. You know the rest.

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Changed vacation plans

I was at work one day thinking about my upcoming vacation. I have taken this same week to fish with my oldest friend, for about eight years. The local forecast for the season was dismal. Should I get up every morning at 2:30 am and meet my friend, knowing that the harvest was to be lean this year. I didn't want to.

I called my friend and canceled and he said he understood. I refocussed my efforts to have a good vacation and decided to fly to California to see old school friends. I began to a huge anticipation of the possibilities that might occur. I flew to San Jose and rented a car. My original intent was to go to Safeway and score some steaks and put on dinner. Larry was very succinct, I have food, bring whiskey. I asked what brand he liked and he said, Wild Turkey. Ok. I drove to his place and we hugged and then had some Turkey. We talked about the people that we knew about and went from there.

The one thing I haven’t mentioned was, his wife was gone and visiting parents in Louisiana. I walked into an opportunity. Their bedroom was located in a place in the house, that you couldn’t get to if there were two people in the house. One maybe but not two. As the night wore on I began formulating a plan. The weather was cold and somewhat rainy and he had the woodstove going all of the time. The next time he went for wood I would go for a recon. It eventually happened after we had a little more Turkey. As soon as I heard the door click I almost ran to the bedroom on my mission.

My heart was pounding, as I knew that I had almost no time. Talk about brinksmanship. I opened the first drawer and found the wrong stuff. I guess that my panty radar wasn't as good as I thought. I hit paydirt on the second one and lingered for a moment, I now knew where the good stuff was. I skedaddled back to my seat before he returned, with an adrenaline rush that almost overwhelmed my blood pressure medication. Now I knew where to go.

We, of course had a little more Turkey and I was pretty sure of success. After a period of time it was time for more wood and he disappeared for more wood. Once again I was on winged feet and at the magical drawer. I was having adrenaline overload once more and opened the drawer to see treasure. There was one pair of meticulously folded light blue panties that I happened to bump, which came apart. I tried to refold them in the original way bit didn't have the time to unfold another pair to get it right. I folded them as best I could and replaced them. They didn't look right,They were too big. The clock is ticking and I have not scored my objective. This probably took only seconds but the feeling of impending doom was growing. I grabbed a pair of white ones and fled to the guestroom. I stashed them in my travel bag and scurried back to my chair. It was only a short time til Larry returned with wood and I felt I had pulled it off..

I awoke the next morning feeling just as I deserved. I was stunned that I had taken this kind of chance with this friendship. I was sure that Ginger would see the blue ones and know that something was amiss. I thought that I should return them but how do you do that? I tried but when he was in the shower I could hear him breathing. I knew that if I lifted the brass pull handle, that he would somehow hear me. I had only one option, just keep them. This took the edge off of my vacation and I waited for hate mail for a long time, but got none. I am still not sure but the vacation went on and so did the explorations. This was the first leg but not the only leg. There is more.

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