PANTY STORY # 50

Leannes panties

A little history is in order here. When I first saw Leanne, I was over at the riding arena and watching my wife work her horse. A small mitsubishi colt drives up and parks. A woman emerges and gives me an immediate boner. She has no taste in clothing, wearing a butt ugly top and pants. What i notice first is that her blouse is sticking out about 6 inches. I love that in a woman. My wife knew her and I was the new person in the relationship. We were introduced and before long, we were boarding the horse at her place. Just luck I guess. We feed and water the horse twice a day, on the way to work and on the way back. We are there at times when she is not home. Guess what? She does not lock the doors. My wife would wander down to the barn to feed and I would make an excuse that I had to pee. If you are reading this, you know where we are going. Her bedroom had an access to the same bathroom I was going to. I just slipped through the other door and I was there. I checked the laundry on the floor but there was nothing. My heart was pounding. How many minutes had I been gone? I went for the dresser and found the magical drawer. Shoot my wad I had found the motherload. Everything was very organized but not necessarily folded in precision. She had a small cardboard box in one corner filled with her panties. there were bras neatly folded, pantyhose, and camis, half slips etc. What I first noticed was that there were many different sizes in this treasure trove. I would characterize as fat underwear and thin underwear. A typical woman. After a while my wife figured out what I had been doing. I confessed my love of panties about 10 years previously, but she didn't have a clue that I might do a panty raid whenever I chose. I guess I just have grown into this. I have to admit that i could not have selected a more prefect partner. She thinks that I have the problem because I at times I feel weird going to the lingerie counter and buying stuff. How much support do you need? Anyway, my wife knows that I am snorkeling through Leannes panty drawer. When we get to the barn she says, Probably going to go through Leannes things, huh. It's hard to lie in this situation. I tell her that I am going to steal a pair of Leannes panties. She admonishes me but the steam is going. We enter the house because she has to use the bathroom and I use the opportunity to go to the magical drawer. My wife is just a door thickness away. I open the drawer in the loudest way I can, bang, bump, etc. I go through her stuff, knowing that the fat stuff is in the front and the stuff that she isn't wearing is in the back. I select a pair of beige OLGAS with a stretch lace waistband and stuff them into my jeans. I close the drawer and go to the livingroom to wait for my wife. She took longer than I thought so I dropped my jeans and put on the stolen panties for the ride home. On the way home she asked me if I had taken some of Leannes panties and I pulled open my pants and displayed my newest acquisition. She was stunned that I had done this in such a short period of time but did not admonish me for my act. My next goal is to get her to swipe her sisters panties or any others that are an opportunity. This is chapter one of this story and will be continued.

Every so often I will go over to the barn to feed the horse and I will find the place deserted. My heart swells when this happens. There is the main house where Leanne lives and the small house which is a rental. I fed the horse and cruised into Leannes bedroom. I immediately went to the magic drawer. No new panties. oh well. I sifted through all of them unworried about how they looked. They were just loosely placed in the drawer and not organized. I selected a light blue pair of briefs and read the label. Sears Best, the doesn't panty. The lace waistband was starting to seperate from the main body. what does that say about Sears quality? I wonder if they are like craftsman tools ? Maybe I can take them back to the lingerie dept. and get a new pair. Food for thought. I picked up one of her bras. It was huge, a flower Bali in 42dd. I would have guessed she would have been a ddd by the way she fills out a t shirt. I really wanted to jam this bra down my pants like the blue panties but she did not have a bunch of bras and I was afraid that it would surely be missed. In the back of my brain I am getting warning messages, She could return at any time. It was time to bug out with my new prize. I had other things to do now anyway. As I write this installment the blue panties are wrapped around my cock, it just seemed the thing to do.

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