PANTY STORY # 56

I had to go over to the barn and feed the horse one day and when I arrived there were no cars anywhere. What luck. After doing the chores I went to the big house and went in. Leanne had a new roommate and I wanted to see what kind of stuff she had. She kept her bedroom door closed and there was a radio playing but I riskily went in hoping she wasn't there. My heart was pounding. Was she in there? The risk of walking in there not really knowing plus the excitement of going through a new drawer was almost more than I could stand. My hands were shaking as I opened the door. She was not in there. What I found was a room in total chaos, laundry piled everywhere, what a disaster. I didn't have to worry about her noticing anything different there was no way she would know. I quickly searched through the piles but found no underwear. I moved to the dresser and opened the top drawer but found only a couple of bras. I went through the stuff on the floor again and found only a wadded up pair of cotton bikinis. what disappointment. I had been there too long so I bailed out. There was still no one there so I moved to Leannes room and picked out a pair of Olga full size briefs, in beige and stuffed them into my pants. I knew that I needed to stop stealing Leannes panties because I had been making too many visits to her drawer and she was going to start missing them. I have now got I believe five pair of her nylon briefs. I have three identical beige Olga briefs in a size six and two blue sears briefs in a size seven, one light blue and one dark. I have since returned to the roommates room and found her stash. She has a lot of panties but most are polyester prints in bikinis and thongs. She has nice taste in bras and has one I particularly like. It is a satin underwire in a coral color and I want it. It is the only really colorful bra she has and I am sure it would be missed. I see it in the hamper from time to time so she must wear it a lot. What I should do is wait for my next opportunity and get it out and fill those large cups with a hot sticky load and toss it back in the hamper hoping that it won't be noticed. Food for thought. Another thought is the little rental house that I had not yet visited, I know that that there have to be panties in there too. That will have to wait for another day because I have been here too long.

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It was a lazy Saturday afternoon and my wife announced that she needed to go over to the barn and feed the horse and clean his stall. She asked me to go with her for company because it is a 25 mile round trip. I was nursing a gin and tonic and wasn't very interested in going. She told me that everyone at Leannes place was gone and they were somewhere at a peewee rodeo. She said, "you could snorkel through leannes panties while I do the chores". I quickly inhaled the rest of my g&t and we were soon on the way. When we arrived I found that she was right, the place was deserted. As she headed for the lower barn I went into the house and waited. Once again my adrenaline was flowing for I wasn't going for Leannes panty drawer, I already knew everything she had. I was going into the rental, new territory. As I walked outside I saw that she hadn't reached the barn yet but I went for it. I knew that they were gone but the fear in the back of my mind was saying "what if you are wrong". I walked to the door and found it to be unlocked so I went in, heart pounding. The house was occupied by an older couple but the order of the day was PANTIES. I have never met a panty drawer I didn't like. I quickly moved to the bedroom and went to the dresser. I opened the top drawer and found nothing, I guess that my panty radar wasn't working that day. I opened the second drawer and bingo, the motherlode. What I found was a highly organized drawer with everything neatly folded and a ton of panties. I picked out a pair and examined them and found a brand that I had never heard of. They are called Fitting Image and made of micro fiber nylon in a size ten and are presently wrapped around my dick as I write this. Just call me nostalgic. She also had a ton of bras and a lacy red one that particularly caught my eye. I didn't dare take the red one because it was, again, the only one that wasn't white or beige. The rest of them were kind of boring so I shut the drawer and stuffed my new acquisition into my pants and fled the crime scene. When I got home and had more time to examine them I found skid marks in the gusset. This grossed me out so I took my knife and cut out the cotton, leaving only a nylon gusset, an instant improvement. Size ten are huge on me but I like them immensely and they are a real quality jack.

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