PANTY STORY # 45

MRS. BARLOW'S PANTIES AND THE RUBBER

My panty stealing days started when my brother returned home from the Army. He would buy girlie magazines and hide them under his mattress. I found them and would jack off to them nearly every day after school. I believe it was these pictures that started my interest in women's asses and assholes. They also fed my fetish for panties.

I was watering the Barlow's yard for them while they were on vacation. Mrs. Barlow was moderately attractive, late thirties. I knew I could steal panties, having successfully done so several times from clotheslines and drawers. Mr. Barlow foolishly gave me a key to the house. Why I'll never know because his elderly father lived with them.

One summer day I was watering the plants and decided the time was right to help myself to a pair of Mrs. Barlow's panties. I let myself in. I crept down the hall and the old man was sound asleep in his room. I loved the danger!

I slipped into their bedroom and opened the dresser drawer. There were her underthings! Panties, bras, girdles, all ready for my pleasure! I felt myself getting hard as I fondled the frilly things. I examined several pair of panties and decided to take a blue lacy pair. On further searching I found the baby doll top to the panties and thought it not a good idea to break up a set. I then selected a light blue nylon pair. I also found Mr. Barlow's rubber box. I helped myself to one.

I was now very hard and in need of jacking off. I stripped off my pants. I found the kleenex dispenser and took several, folding them into a pad for my jizz. I lay on the bed, face down, panties at my face, and began my rubbing motion. It didn't take long for me to squirt a big load of young, teenage semen on to the kleenex. I rested a bit and then dressed. I straighten the bed carefully and made sure the room appeared undisturbed. I stuffed the panties down my shirt and went home. Mission accomplished!

Those blue panties gave me jack off pleasure to quite some time. I kept them hidden under the back seat of my VW and then under my mattress. We moved the next year and the movers found them when they took my bed apart! I can't remember what I did with them.

I remember the rubber well. I examined it and rubbed myself stiff, fondling Mrs. Barlow's panties. I carefully pulled it over my cock. I liked the strange feeling! I went into the bathroom and stood over the toilet. I hand-jacked my load into the rubber. (I had been rubbing myself to climax for years and only recently started using my hand after hearing my friends talk about masturbating that way.)

I liked the way the jizz pooled at the end, all hot and wet. I pulled the rubber from my softening cock and flushed it down the toilet. It was enjoyable and a great first experience.

PANTIES AND PUBERTY

I was thirteen, at the peak of puberty. I had established a strong fetish for panties, having stolen from clothes lines and Kathy Y's drawer. We moved to a rather rural area and I had a lot of time on my hands that first summer. There was a young couple living several doors away, across a field. I noticed quickly that she had a clothesline and hung her panties and bras to dry. Perfect!

I obtained their name from the mailbox. Their number was listed. When I saw panties on the line, I would call their house. If someone answered I would hang up. If no answer, the coast was clear! I would sneak across the field, make sure no one was watching, and then quickly steal a pair from the line.

I would race back to my room, pull on the panties and masturbate. I would stop short of jizz and then pull them down and cream on a wad of toilet paper. I probably stole half a dozen of her panties over the summer. I stole one bra. It was rather small, what I'd guess today about a 34B. I sniffed and caressed it and creamed, but the feeling was not as good as with her panties.

I decided to steal and keep a pair. I took one, at night I think. They were light blue or green. I jacked off on them and threw them in the weeds in the orchard behind the house. I didn't want that shrew of a mother of mine to find them like she had found Katy’s panties.

My mother took me along to visit one of her friends one day. I didn't want to go but she insisted. The woman had a daughter, about sixteen I think. I wandered in and out of the house, doing what young boys would do. But I quickly realized that there were panties to be had!

I walked to the bathroom, the daughter's bedroom right next door. I slipped into her room, opened the top drawer of the bureau, and snatched a pink pair of her panties! Perfect crime.

I then went into the bathroom, stripped, put her panties on, and dressed. They were nice and silky and fit perfectly. My cock was stiff and drippy with pre-cum juice.

I took these panties home and jacked off. But as with the neighbor's, I threw them in the field. I knew my mother would find my treasures no matter where I hid them.

From time to time that summer I would walk into the field and find the two pair of panties. I'd jack off on them and throw them back. In retrospect I should have made a box for them and hidden them in the field for use as needed.

LAUNDRY ROOM ADVENTURES

The panty thefts calmed down until I married. My wife and I lived in an apartment and one day in the laundry room I found a pair of panties. That did it. My desires were awakened.

I did nothing until we moved to another building down the street. The apartments had a hallway and the laundry rooms were inside. You didn't have to go outside to get to the room. I was working evenings and nights a lot and was home in the mid-day. The apartment building was quiet. I could open the front door and listen for the dryers running. I know that was my signal to attack!

I developed a pattern where I would carry the laundry basket down the hall to the laundry room. This would give the impression to anyone seeing me that I was merely washing clothes. I also checked the make sure the elevator was on the first floor to give me extra time. I would check each direction to make sure no one was near. Then I would strike! I would open the dryers and feel for panties. I wasn't always successful but often struck gold. I would grab the panties, stuff then down my shirt, and quickly return to the apartment.

Once safely back inside I would go to the bedroom and examine my prize. I would strip naked. If the panties were big enough I would wear them. I would rub myself to climax in them. If not big enough, I would rub them on my cock until. I jizzed. I had to make sure I came on the panties. When finished, I would rest and then flush the panties down the toilet.

I remember taking two pair I found on the folding table in the laundry room during a raid. I savored the beauties, lacy bikinis. I creamed on one. Not satisfied, I then managed to arouse myself again and creamed on the other one! I was proud of myself!

I stole conservatively thirty pair of panties from the dryers in that apartment building! What stopped me was a chance conversation with the landlady, an old women in the seventies. She remarked how she'd like to know who was stealing the women's underwear! It worked perfectly because at the precise time, a young man of seventeen or so was moving out! He left, the thefts stopped! I was great fun while it lasted.

We moved again to another apartment house. The laundry room was not as convenient but I did "borrow" a pair one day. I took it back to the apartment, jacked off. and returned the panties to the folding table.

I stole a pair of my sister-in-law's panties from her drawer. I brought them home and beat off. But they didn't give me too much pleasure because they were the same type my wife wore. No thrill was attached.

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