1 comments/ 44649 views/ 7 favorites The Lost Panties Ch. 01 By: MrMikelobe1952 Alice was on her way home from the supermarket when she remembered the report on her students that was due the next day. Damned paperwork. She loved teaching, she got along well with the other teachers, and she had a good relationship with her principal. The only thing she could not stand was the paperwork. (Well, that, and some of the parents). She decided to swing by the school on her way home, pick up the student records, and do the reports at home, after dinner. She pulled into the parking lot. The school was dark. There were a couple of cars in the parking lot, but she didn't pay much attention. With few exceptions, she didn't recognize anyone's cars, anyway. She didn't pay a lot of attention to those kinds of things. She unlocked the front door. The alarm was not on. She walked along the dim hallway toward her classroom. As she passed the administrative offices, she heard a thumping sound, coming from the back area of the office. She stopped for a moment, and listened. She felt her heart starting to beat faster. Deciding it was nothing, she took a couple of steps forward, when she heard a moan. She froze. Shit. Shouldn't have left the cell phone in the car. She decided to see what was going on. She crept quietly through the office, toward the back. She could hear the thumping sound, again. There were also muffled voices. It sounded like giggling now. Were some students going through records, or vandalizing an office? She saw a light coming from the guidance area. She walked more confidently toward the light. The door to one office was part way open. When she got close enough to see inside, she saw a sight which caused her to stop in her tracks, again. But for a different reason. She saw the back of a tall man, with shaggy dark hair. She realized that it was Charles, the young new guidance counselor. Many of the women teachers had spoken admiringly of his strong body, but they had not seen it the way Alice saw it now. Well, not all of them, anyway. He was naked from the waist down. His calves were lean, and the muscles tight. His quads were massive, and clearly outlined. His buttocks were round and very firm, and she could see them clench and relax as he moved his hips slowly forward and back. He must be..... Alice watched, hesitated, then crept closer for a better view. She saw the outline of another leg, a much more slender leg with, nevertheless, very clearly defined musculature, in front of Charles. Obviously a feminine leg. Then she saw the curve of the woman's ass, directly in front of Charles' hips, and the woman's arm and side in a green sweater, where she was leaning forward across the desk. Charles was fucking this woman from behind! Alice could not tell who his partner was. Alice had never seen anyone else fucking live, in front of her. She slipped a hand under her skirt, and rubbed her pink cotton panties, watching and admiring those strong white buttocks, slowly moving back in forth as Charles thrust into his unknown partner. Alice quietly crept to the doorway, to get a better view. She still could not identify Charles' partner, but she could see his powerful, beautiful ass more clearly, the way the muscles contracted as he thrust forward. He was accelerating his pace. Alice slid her panties down to her knees and hiked her skirt so that she could get better access to her pussy, now covered with her own lubricant. She pushed two fingers of her left into her channel, while the fingers of her right had desperately, rapidly twirled around her jewel. Damn, panties still were in the way. She let them fall to the floor, and stepped out of them. Charles thrust more and more rapidly. Alice probed deeply into herself, rubbing that spot in the top of her tunnel, moving her fingers faster on her clit, her fingers in time to his accelerating movements. Feeling the tension building. Charles let out a groan, and pushed forward hard, staying there. Knees wrapped around him, hands pulling his ass forward, holding him deep inside his anonymous partners. Butt cheeks clenched. Alice felt her vagina contract around her fingers, the spasm of pleasure engulfing her entire body. She let out a soft, yet audible moan. Charles: What was that? A woman's voice: What was what? That was a wonderful fuck. Charles: No. There's someone out there. Alice panicked. She dashed through the darkened office and out into the hall. Her sneakers sounded like they were echoing all around her as they slapped against the linoleum. She raced out the door and ran to her car. No one was in sight. Her hand shook as she tried to start her car. IT seems to turn over and over before it raced. She peeled out of the parking lot and into the street. She took deep breaths and forced herself to calm down. Then, she realized two things. First, as her mind began to function, she realized that she had no reason to fear the two lovers in the guidance office. However embarrassing it was for her to have seen them, it was much more embarrassing for them. They would not be talking about her. If they had seen her. Which she doubted, since the hall was dark, and they had been in the lighted room. No lights had come on. She doubted that they had chased her to the door. She had heard no one following her, and they would have had to get dressed. Feeling the roughness of her wool dress against her ass, the second thing she realized, was that she had left her panties lying on the floor. The Lost Panties Ch. 02 Alice, a teacher, has returned home from school in the evening, after having observed a young, male guidance counselor having intercourse with a woman. She had been unable to see who the woman was, as she was bent forward over a desk, and only her legs and derriere had been visible. Aroused, Alice, hidden from view, had removed her panties and masturbated while watching. When she reached her orgasm, her vocalizations were overheard by Charles, the guidance counselor, and Alice had fled the building, leaving her panties behind. The story continues: Alice slept fitfully that night. Her dreams were filled with images of those tight white buttocks, and those strong thighs, thrusting into an anonymous woman. Each time she awoke, her pussy was wet and swollen. Yet she remained worried. Somehow, she felt the need to know whether she had been seen. She knew this anxiety made no sense. All she had been doing was watching. Well, okay, watching and masturbating and losing her panties. It certainly was not what one would expect from respectable Mrs. Wallace, to be watching people having sex and masturbating in school, but she wasn't the one fucking in school, after all. Yet she was still anxious to know. In the morning, she had a plan. After her husband had left for work, but before she went to school, she logged into her hotmail account, the one she used in her secret fantasy life. The account she used to send messages to her special friends, friends she had never met, but who knew a side of her that her real life friends had never seen. At home and at school, she was a subdued, conservatively dressed schoolteacher, approaching middle age. (Shit, maybe it was almost time to admit that she had reached middle age). On line, she was .... someone else. She sent an e-mail from her secret identity to Charles, at his school e-mail address: "I want my panties back." Alice was convinced that, if Charles knew that she was the one who had watched him fucking, and that she was the one who lost her panties while watching, that he would reveal himself in response to that e-mail. If he did not know who the e-mail came from, then she would know that her secret was secure. As the morning progressed, and she had heard nothing from Charles, she started to feel more secure. When her lunch break arrived, and she had a few minutes without students, she used her school computer to check her hotmail account. She had never logged on there from school before, but she just had to see if there was a response. And there was! Just three words from Charles. "Who are you?" She suddenly felt very confident, as well as pleased with herself at how well her plan had worked out. She was contemplating how she would respond, and generally feeling very cocky as she walked toward the teacher's room. As she passed the office, Molly, the secretary, signaled for her to come inside. Molly was an incredibly efficient and organized person. She was younger than Alice, in her 30's and quite large. In the language of the communities that Alice visited on line, Molly was a bbw, a big, beautiful woman. Everyone at the school, and just about everyone who dealt with Molly, loved her. She was always cheerful and outgoing, always ready with a laugh, at herself as well as others. Molly was also a remarkably vulgar person with people she knew. For some reason, Molly was particularly fond of confiding in Alice. In spite of her size, Molly was quite successful at finding sexual partners, and she took pleasure in regaling Alice with remarkably personal details about her "dates." Alice supposed that Molly thought she was shocking her and, to be honest, Alice did sometimes feel embarrassed at hearing some of Molly's revelations. Alice was feeling remarkably well after the success of her little ploy, however, and she thought it would be fun to hear one of Molly's stories. Her mood changed dramatically, however, when she heard what Molly had to say. "You'll never guess what I found when I came in this morning." Molly was always the first one in the office in the morning. "I went into the Guidance Office to get a file, and I found a pair of panties peaking out from under the desk." Alice felt like her body and her mind froze. She listened as if from a vast distance, as Molly bubbled on in her excitement at this evidence of someone's peccadillo. Molly happily speculated that Charles had been involved. After all, half the women in the school had giggled about what a hunk he was. She had lots of ideas of whom the panties might belong to. Molly gleefully advised Alice that the panties bore unmistakable signs that their owner had been very aroused before they were removed. "And," Molly continued, "I've got a great idea for the Christmas party. The parties have been rather dull, lately." Alice assumed that Molly felt this way because Ms. Breckinridge, the principal, had decreed the elimination of the practice of drawing names and giving anonymous gifts to another faculty or staff member. Ms. B, as she was called, had made that ruling because someone had gotten into the habit of making obscene gifts, and the gifts had been getting more and more obscene. The grab bag had been stopped after the year someone had given a ring toss game as a gift. The target for the ring toss had been a large doll. The object of the game was to toss a ring over the doll's truly enormous erection. Alice was pretty sure that Molly had been the source of those gifts. "You know how kids and parents are always leaving odd things in school. I'm going to announce a giveaway of things that have been left in the office. After a couple of, I don't know, gameboys left by parents, or whatever, I'll hold up the panties and say that these were left in the office just this week. Lots of people will turn red, but I bet the person who turns reddest will be their owner. Won't it be fun to try to figure out who they belong to?" Alice blushed. Molly wouldn't think much about that. She would expect Alice to be embarrassed. That was part of the reason she enjoyed sharing with Alice, to make her blush. She would never imagine that, the real reason, Alice was so embarrassed, was because those were her panties. "Molly," Alice cleared her throat. "Where are those panties now?" "I'll never tell," Alice responded. "You might try to stop me if you knew where I'm hiding them. No one gets to see them until tomorrow night, at the party." Molly laughed gleefully. Alice excused herself. Her mind was racing with thoughts. Had it been Molly in the office with Charles? No, that wasn't possible. She had seen the leg and part of the ass of the woman with him. That woman had long, slender, athletic legs, and a small ass. Definitely not Molly. She knew that no one would suspect that those were her panties, no matter how she blushed. Everyone would just expect her to be embarrassed. But there was one problem. Her husband would be at the party. For years, she had tried to talk him into going to the party, and he had finally agreed. She couldn't tell him not to come. But would he recognize her pink cotton panties, with the kittens on them. You never knew what men would recognize. But if he did, he would think..... Again that night, she slept fitfully, awakening from dreams of thrusting male buttocks. But this time, in her dream, Charles was thrusting into her, filling her as she had never been filled before. She was bent over the desk, ass in the air, while Charles pounded into her from behind. And everyone from school was there, watching from where she had been watching, laughing and cheering them on. She awoke from her dream, desperately horny. She heard her husband snoring next to her. She reached under the covers, and caressed his penis, trying to get him aroused, but he rolled over in his sleep, turning away from her. That stopped the snoring, but did nothing to relieve her need. She thought of something she had done when they were newlyweds. In the early days of their marriage, if she awoke feeling aroused, she would take his cock in her mouth, so that he would awake with a hardon and a mouth on it. She had not done that in years. With difficulty, she pulled the pajama bottoms down to his thighs. He was not cooperating. Then she went around to the other side of the bed, slid her head under the covers, and took his flaccid cock into her mouth. It quickly responded to her sucking, to the twirling of her tongue around the mushroom. She felt it growing, filing her mouth. She didn't do this too often anymore, but it still felt familiar, soft and hard at the time against her cheeks, lips and tongue. The tip of her tongue played at the hole. She began to move her head slowly up and down, tickling his testicles as she did so, until she could tell from him movements that he was awake. She released his cock from her mouth, and emerged from the covers. Putting her lips next to his ear, she whispered, "I need you to fuck me, and fuck me hard, right now." Then she lifted her nightgown, and bent forward across the bed, with her ass in the air. The same position as the woman in the Guidance Office, the woman in her dream. Her husband mumbled something in surprise, but he got the message. He moved behind her and put the head of his erection against her pussy. He quickly but gently pushed in. He slid in easily. "Come on" she shouted. "Fuck me hard." He began thrusting in and out of her. She reached around and pulled on his ass, urging him "faster," pushing back to meet him. She felt him inside her. A random thought passing through her mind: "It feels good, but not like Charles." Alice felt her tension building, ready for her climax. She gently squeezed his balls, to make him finish. She felt the pulsing of his penis insider her, as her vagina tightened around him, and her entire body contracted. The waves of her orgasm passed over her. She collapsed on the bed. He slid out of her, and lay beside her, a satisfied grin on his face. She looked over at him, and thought, "This is the time to explain it to him. I'll tell him what I saw, how turned on I was, and how I was getting off watching. That way, if he recognizes my panties, he'll know what they were doing there, and he won't think...." He interrupted her thoughts. "That was amazing," he said. "I feel great. It’s such a good feeling to know that you can still get so turned on by the idea of making love to me." "Oh shit," she thought. "How can I tell him now? What am I going to say? 'Oh no dear, I wasn't turned on thinking about you. I was thinking about watching Charles fuck some other woman.' I can't tell him now, he's feeling so good about himself and about us." The Lost Panties Ch. 03 Alice left her panties in the school office after taking them off the masturbate while watching Charles fuck an unknown woman over the top of a desk. Molly found a pair of panties in the office the next morning, and has told Alice that she plans to share her find at the school Christmas party. The story continues as Alice and her husband drive to the party: Alice was perspiring liberally as her husband drove them to the school holiday party, in spite of the cold. Thoughts raced through her mind, tinged with trepidation. Would Molly really go through with her threat to show everyone the panties she had found in the office? Alice had little doubt Molly would go through with it. Would her husband, Simon, recognize the cotton panties with the pink flowers? That was a real question. You never knew what a man would recognize. She kept trying to think of how she would explain, but she had no ideas. He was sure to think that she had been having sex with another man at the office. She felt a bit unsteady on her feet as they walked into the party and greeted the people she worked with. Alice usually drank moderately, but she found herself constantly returning for a refill of her wine glass as the party progressed, while eating relatively lightly. She felt quite lightheaded by the gift exchange. Everyone gave a gift to one other employee, based on drawing names out of a hat. No more anonymous gifts: the scandalous gifts had put an end to that. Alice was beginning to think that the party would end without Molly causing any trouble, that she had been bluffing, when Molly tapped a fork on her glass, to get everyone's attention. "Can I have your attention, please?" Molly called out. The room grew silent. Everyone knew that Molly was up to something. "As you know, the entertainment we used to enjoy is, um, no longer allowed. So, before you all leave, I thought it would be amusing to show you some of the items that were left in the office since school began in September. For example, this gameboy." She held up the popular hand-held computer toy. "One of the fathers, I better not say who, brought this to a PPT, and was playing with it while discussing his son's issues. Ms. B saw him playing with it during the meeting, reached across the table like he was a second grader, took it away from him, and said, 'This is not the time for that. If you want it back, come to my office after the meeting.' He never came back for it." The teachers, many of whom were almost as intoxicated as Alice, laughed, picturing Ms. B treating a parent like a second grader. Everyone could see just how that would occur. Alice just forced a grin and pretended to laugh. Her insides felt like a clothes drier. She took another swallow of wine. "I'll get in trouble if I show too much of this next item," Molly continued, "even though I'm sure everyone here has seen one of these somewhere along the line. This is something a kindergarten boy brought in for 'Show and Tell.'" She held up a folded- over magazine page, just enough so that her audience could see that it was a folded over centerfold page from a "men's magazine." Molly went on, "He said that it was his father's favorite picture. Ms. B. invited the father to come in to retrieve it, but he never did." The audience, which had seemed a bit nervous when Molly held up the picture, responded to that last line. "I have one more item," said Molly. "This one was left in the guidance office just this week. I wanted to give the owner a chance to claim this item." Alice took another deep swallow of wine, and felt her head spinning. She couldn't look. She stared at her husband, watching for his reaction. "I can't imagine what these were doing in the guidance office, or how they came to be left there," Alice heard Molly announce, seemingly from miles away. Her husband was staring at Molly, and he did not look amused. Alice couldn't read his expression, but she was afraid he had recognized her cotton briefs with the pink flowers. Then he leaned over and whispered the strangest thing. "I can't imagine who would wear something like that to school" Alice let out a sigh of relief. He obviously had not recognized her panties. "But that doesn't make sense," she thought about her husband's reaction. There was nothing scandalous about her cotton briefs, other than that she had taken them off to masturbate while at work. Why would he say that? Alice turned to look at what Molly was holding. She saw a thong, with only the tiniest scrap of black lace in front. Those were definitely not her cotton briefs. Where did they come from? And where were her panties? Alice felt that her mind was clogged. Did that make sense? The alcohol, combined with the surprise, made her feel like her mind was stuck in the mud. She forced herself to think. Those clearly were not her panties, but Molly had found them the morning after she had left her panties in the office, while watching Charles and, Charles and... whoever. Why would Molly substitute that thong for her cotton panties? It didn't make sense. She was the one who took off her panties in the guidance office. The right answer finally hit her. It was so obvious. There was someone else who had taken off her panties in the guidance office that night. The panties must belong to the woman Alice had seen under Charles, the woman Charles had fucked while Alice watched. Alice looked around the room, gauging the reaction of others to Molly's display. Most seemed more uncomfortable than amused. Ms. B seemed particularly red in the face. Was that anger or embarrassment. Charlotte, the second grade teacher, also seemed particularly embarrassed. She was with her husband, and seemed unable to look him in the face. Alice also noted that Sue, the gym teacher, looked very uncomfortable, but Sue always seemed uncomfortable when people talked about sex. The party broke up shortly after Molly's performance. Alice slid into the car next to Scott, barely listening as he commented on how inappropriate he thought Molly's action had been, and how he thought she would be in trouble with Ms. B. Molly mumbled something in response, but the events of the evening, and perhaps the drink, brought her mind back to what she had observed in the office just a few days ago. For whatever reason, the image of Charles, thrusting into an unknown partner, kept returning to her mind. Simon had to help Alice undress for bed. She passed out as soon as her head hit the pillow, but in spite of her state of intoxication, she dreamed. She dreamed very vividly. Again, she dreamed that she was the one who was leaning across the desk, while Charles filled her from behind. Again, in her dream, he gave her a feeling of fullness that she had never experienced before. She felt his strong hands on her hips, the tingling in her clit as he moved in and out of her. This time, however, they were not alone. They were being watched, as she had watched Charles and the unknown woman. But, they were not being watched by a quiet woman, lurking in the shadows. Molly was there, cheering, laughing, and commenting on the proceedings. "Yes, I have one more item that I found in the office this week. I found these tight white buttocks, these powerful thighs, thrusting this man’s cock into this teacher’s pussy. I found this man, pounding away at this woman. Notice the way his muscles clench with each powerful movement into her. Listen to the woman moan with pleasure. Quiet everyone. I believe she is about to cum. Let’s all hear the sounds of her orgasm.” Alice awoke, drenched in sweat.