0 comments/ 37770 views/ 0 favorites Confessions of a Panty Stealer #3 By: Jayson23 Confessions of a Panty Stealer #3: It's about time too A double bubble panty steal mission has been successful!! Read on and enjoy, folks.. Ok, firstly, I have two episodes to account that have taken place in the recent past. It's funny sometimes, how opportunity sometime lands at ones feet? After a long dry spell (almost 3 months), I get two good sniffs and one of them a steal; it's Number 4 Bus theory all over again! Some background is required for the first part of the tale: A good friend of mine has a girlfriend in a different country - they met via a chat room and began to make phones calls, then basically ended up going out with each other over long distance. This week, she decided that she needed to meet him in person, and caught a flight over to London. I am lucky enough to have my own place, so I offered it to my friend and his missus, you know, so they could have some private time together - i.e. shag their little brains out. In turn, he let me crash at his house that he shares with 3 other people, one girl and two guys. (More on this later..) So, after work, I needed to get changed and collect my things for the stay at his house, and thusly I asked him to be in the flat around tea time so I could get in - I'd already provided him with the only keys, so that she could drop her suitcases off once he'd picked her up from the airport earlier that morning. Ok. So, around 4pm I call him to check he is going to be back there.. turns out the two lovebirds are at a nearby pub, and was it ok if I go there first, pick up the keys, go back to the flat and sort myself out, then back to the pub to hand the keys over again. Not a problem. Keeping up, guys? Good. I pick up the keys as agreed; also this was my first look at the lady: I'd say she was just coming up to her 30's, shoulder length brown hair.. not what I'd call ultra slim but nice to look at. We three chatted for a while, and I headed off to the flat. Already my mind had been mulling over the possibility of getting a look at her panties - I figured that the only dirty pair she had at this time were nestled next to that pretty foreign pussy, as it was the start of her trip. I opened the door and literally right in front of me was her suitcase - wide open! Some clothes were lying on top and also strewn about, and the front room had the look of frantic activity about it .. Immediately I bent down, heart beating a little, and began to lift off items of clothing v.carefully.. until.. thar she blows. A scrumpled up white thong, sitting in my own flat, behind a locked door and with no chance of being sprung! Incredibly leisurely, I lifted the panties, and looked inside at the gusset.. I was wrong, oh so wrong. These knickers were soaked through! Ahhh .. I figure, they'd come back, kissed and played around a little, then got down to it. I pressed the tip of my fingers into the crotch and it actually stuck on! And then the test.. a little sniff.. heavenly. Pure girl essence it was - no pee, or poo.. just girl cum. Wow she had been turned on. Around about were another pair of red knickers, pretty, with a matching negligee top thing, a pair of black tights (instead out therefore worn) and a white bra. I took these lovely items and .. well you know the next bit. It was lovely to have a near complete stranger's private dirty under things in the comfort of my own home. I also checked the case, found a stash of clean undies and let them be.. no point risking a very embarrassing situation if something was noticed to be missing. OK onto part two, yes it gets better. That night I went straight down to my friends house, as agreed, arriving late in the night and going straight to sleep, knackered. As I explained before he lives in a shared house with 3 flatmates - two guys and one girl. I've never met the girl, and never did (sorry, I know this detracts from the steal slightly) but I know she has auburn hair, is aged 23 and is quite tall, a nice figure from what I was told. In the morning I had decided to lie-in a little, but awoke around 8 to hear the members of the household making breakfast, getting ready, then going out. I counted one, then two.. only two people leaving? hmm. Eventually I had to get up, so I jumped in the shower and got myself sorted. By the time I'd gotten dressed a mere 20 mins later I hadn't detected a single sound in the house. So.. there was a risk factor that someone was still in bed? I knew they all had jobs, but.. And now a touch of fortune. The shower room I had used was downstairs - and it had NO mirror that I could find. Needing to shave, I had good reason to venture upstairs for the other bathroom (my friend's room is the only one on the ground floor) so I could trim the whiskers. Grabbing towel and kit in hand, I slowly paced up the stairs, ever vigilant for any noise whatsoever. Nothing harkened. Now beginning to feel confident, I shaved with the bathroom door open, and gazed back at intervals. The door next to the bathroom - open, slightly. The next, closed, hmm could there be someone sleeping in there? The one opposite - Bingo! door wide open, I could see a red dress lying on the bed.. it had to be her room. I finished shaving, then took the plunge and called out 'hello, anyone about?' Zero zip zilch was the response. Immediately I crouched down (never can tell if a neighbour is watching the windows) and crept into Jane's room (her name, I forgot to add). A small room, long in length, with a single bed, a white set of drawers, and a tall wooden wardrobe at one end. A quick gaze revealed NO hamper. Dash. Well I knew they had to be there somewhere.. I decided to check her drawers (excuse the pun) anyways - top drawer first: undies, everyone of them clean though. Next drawer down, some bras, next, some tops - no score there then. Time was moving on, but I kept going - next I was creaking open the single door of the wardrobe. This time, aha! I spotted a flung-looking pair of black panties! I picked them up and turned them over, no stain could be found though?? I could tell they had been worn by their crumpled state, but neither stain nor smell greeted me. I looked again into the wardrobe, this time spotting a white plastic bag at the bottom. Heart beating I reached down and opened the top, gazing in like a child in a toy store as my eyes hit pay dirt - a bag half full of Jane's dirty clothes. Not bad at all. I removed the bag completely and pieced through the contents, wow quite a few pairs of pants, it had obviously been a while since she'd put a wash on. There were all around the same style, tanga ( 1/2 thong 1/2 full panty) and to my dismay, in general, they were not heavily stained or scented. In the end I choose a sweet old purple pair of worn panties, and a black lacy pair that contained the best stain, a white discharge covering the crotch - maybe she'd had a night out in the past week, or a sweaty day? Who knows. Placing the bag back and leaving the room as I found it, I hid the illicit goods away in my bag for later use. Confessions of a Panty Stealer Ch. 1 (c) 1999-2002 JaysonUK Ok, to fill you in, my friend lives with his Mum, Dad and 18 year old Sister.. and its her that becomes the focus of this report, you'll be glad to hear. She's of average height, medium-length blonde hair cut in a bob.. apple sized tits, bit of a cheeky smile.. I wouldn't say she was supermodel thin but her body is nice, maybe a little puppy fat on her but not much. She can be kinda moody too, still got a lot of growing up to do if you get my drift. So, I was given the spare room.. and my friend slept in the renovated garage at the side of the house, well out of the way. Last time, when I got up in the morning, I'd *suspected* that no-one else was in the house, but both his mum's and his sister's bedroom doors were shut tight. If I'd gone in, and been rumbled, .. so I didn't risk it. This time, I awoke before the rest of the household, and listened out for the various members getting up, washed, eating breakfast and leaving.. First his dad, then Mum, and then, about an hour later, I heard his little sister getting up and walking about. My heart pumped faster as I heard her finish her breakfast, come up stairs for something, pull her bedroom door to and then down, and out the front door. I was alone in the house, finally!! Even so, I had to be certain, there is no room for error in this game as you all know. Up out of bed, walking slowly over to the bathroom, eyes and ears literally pinned back and open, straining to pick up any movement in the house, anything at all. Nothing. Silence, beautiful silence. I crept over to his sisters bedroom door - as before it was shut tightly.. my thoughts: could there be a way she was still in there? had she gone back to bed? God what am I doing? the list goes on. Then, the dam broke, I reached forward and knocked lightly on the door. My cover story would've been, oh sorry I knocked my elbow against the door as I was walking past.. but it wasn't required. I knocked again, louder this time. One last double knock, and heart apace in my chest I reached down, turning the handle and pushed open the door. My eyes flicked wide and I drew in a sharp breath, the room was empty, no sign of her at all, bar the thrown aside duvet cover on the bed where she had just recently been sleeping.. Now, the panty thief's mind kicks in .. what first, of course, find the hamper. Not a problem, it was out in the open on the adjacent wall.. I crept over to find it 1/2 full of clothes.. young, girly teen clothes. With shaking fingers, a quick sort ensued, and my fingers touch cotton, my first hit in weeks.. I slowly drew out a pair of soft white plain knickers.. with that telltale stained gusset smiling straight up at me. Ah sweet heaven I thank you. Instinct demanded I smell her immediately.. and I was treated to lovely, musky, fetid pussy smell that made me sigh with joy.. these knickers had not been long off her pert little ass that was a fact. Further searching located another two pairs in the hamper, one of them the same as the first, white cotton, and another that was dark grey with white trim.. Now it was decision time, do I leave, with no steals? Take one maybe, or two? I choose to take a single pair of her white plain knickers, the one that smelt the freshest (ah another deep whiff, god It was like I was faced right in front of that tight pussy.. ). I replaced the others and quickly turned my attention to the rest of the room... typical teenage girls bedroom, I must say. Bed left unmade, trinkets all over the place.. and of course, clothes covering the floor! Time for another scout methinks.. within 30 secs I had located another two pairs of discarded soiled panties, result. One pair, a deep red colour and satiny to touch, had a soaking gusset and their odour emanated out to my nose as I brought them close - you guessed it, I was holding Last Nights Panties! But.. I couldn't forget the rules, you can never ever take a pair that look prized and therefore could possibly be missed on her return. So I had to put them back.. it was difficult as I'm sure you can all relate to. However, I did console myself by returning to the hamper and retrieving the second pair of white knickers.. with 5 (if not more) pairs of smelly panties strewn in various locations about the room I figure I was safe enough to take two average cotton pairs - average to her, but prized beyond belief by the likes of us. So.. a double whammy if you will. And finally I can look at her and know her, know her intimate smell, know her secret sexiness. Confessions of a Panty Stealer Ch. 2 The first of these reports took place a while ago after a night out on the town. Please bear with me as I explain some background -I was drinking with an old school friend George and his mate Tom, someone I only met for the first time that night. My chum was lucky enough to score a young lady that evening, and asked me about 2am if it was ok if I stayed with Tom, as I had meant to be crashing at his place. I drunkenly agreed and jumped into a cab with Tom, to arrive at his place 20 mins later. In the journey, I had managed to ask Tom his living situation - it turns out he lived in a shared house (those magic words) with three other girls, and what is more all three of them were away this weekend.. Now, I don’t know if it was just the night air or the possibility of searching out some knickers, but I started to sober up a little. We had a small vodka each in the front room where I was crashing. I could tell from the layout of the house, that the other three bedrooms were above the ground floor where the kitchen/toilet/Tom’s room and the living room were. It gets better. Tom crashed out soon enough. My drunkenness', combined with that lovely adrenalin buzz, kept me awake for the next 30 mins, while I plotted away in the dark. Heart pounding, I got up from the sofa, and softly walked out of the open lounge door. Ahead of me was the first flight of stairs - to my right, Tom’s bedroom door, firmly shut, no signs of life whatsoever. I began to gingerly pick my way up the stairs.. careful to tread at the edges of the boards to minimize creaking. After what seemed like an eternity I made it to the short few corner stairs and onto the first floor landing. I could see two more rooms ahead of me, one room that was shut (I would later find it was locked) and another that was open. I crept along the corridor, trying the first handle slowly (amazing luck, thinking back.. knowing they were all away) but finding it locked solid. I tiptoed into the next room, a girl's room, definitely, I could spot a few objects in the streetlight glow coming through the half open curtains. I carefully slid the door closed, it was a smooth wooden floor I recall, then flicked the lightswitch. I gazed upon a room the same size as the spacious lounge beneath, but with a huge bed and flowery bedspread, a few arty prints on the walls, general female paraphernalia sitting around. Its amazing how the panty thief’s mind works - on my first sweep I spotted a big white fold-up hamper sitting in the corner. Bingo. I crept over to it, and began my first delve of the night. It was three-quarters full, lots of stuff in there. Her clothes generally smelled quite nice, a few perfumes wafted up as I hunted. Within a few searches, I’d pulled out two skimpy looking black thongs, nice and teeny, whoever this girl was, she was thin.. I must be honest, I didn’t even take the time to sniff those beauties. Imagine it, 3am, half-micked, in a near-complete strangers’ absent flatmate’s hamper, stealing her private undies.. The same thought had occurred to me: time to get the hell out. I stuffed the panties in my trouser pocket, then crept back to the door, flicked off the light and reset the door to its former angle. Here’s where I got greedy. As I looked up the final flight of stairs in front of me, I couldn’t believe my eyes. At the top, about 15 steps up, was a small landing and a window. I could see, sitting on this landing, a white fold-up hamper, with clothes hanging over the edge. Talk about on a plate. This mission wasn’t over yet.. I crept up the next flight, just as carefully as the first, reaching the top to peer around the corner and see a few more steps, then the final bedroom- what looked like a loft conversion. Amazingly, this flatmate kept her dirty panties out of her room! I turned back to the hamper - and I remember now, in fact there were a pair of white satin panties hung over the edge of it.. I picked them up and not believing my luck put them into the other pocket quickly. I then expertly rummaged through the half-full hamper, using what there was of the moon/street light to identify another pair of knickers, what turned out to be a tanga-style black pair. I nabbed 'em, then began my trek back. I tell you, it seemed like a dream. Eventually I was back on the sofa, heart pumping, then subsiding, some sleep, until I awoke about 6.30am. Not wanting to wake Tom, I got myself together and caught a first tube home.. when I got back, I had a proper look at my finds, oh yes sir. The two black thongs, “La Senza” make, were pretty but didn’t really carry much in the way of stains or smells, unfortunately. Still, a pleasure of course .. The second two pairs both held a lovely, feminine and somewhat pissy smell - joyous for me, and it smacked of a careless lass who drip dried - and also the white pair had a lovely yellow and creamy streak along the gusset. Clearly the loft owner was a dirtier girl than the one who lived in the room underneath her. Now, a quick side story, I’ll keep it brief as this is part two. I was fortunate to be invited to a night out in Bournemouth recently. It was going to be a heavy session, so I’d organised to crash at my good friend's girlfriend's flat that he shares with her that night. I arrived that evening, and popped off to the bathroom to get changed. I should add at this point, Sarah (mate's girlfriend) was a cute looker, quite tall at 5” 11 with shoulder length mousey blonde hair. I’d only met her once before, but we got on well, and certainly I secretly fancied the pants off her (yah yah excuse the pun). I shut the door to the bathroom and literally bumped into a medium sized whicker basket behind it.. too easy. Turning the tap on, taking a leak, then carefully perusing my way through the lovely contents of that basket. All in all I turned up 5 pairs of dirty knickers, and some bra’s and tights in there too. I said I’d be succinct here- suffice to say I sniffed them all and helped myself to a plain looking white pair of Sarah’s pants. I nice girly pussy smell, and also a longish but not thick bum stain at the back, very nice indeed. Repacked the hamper, finished up with a shave, and got the hell out of there... Confessions of a Panty Stealer Ch. 4 Chapter 4: Summer Barbeque As usual, I'll begin with a little background. This report is a great one, I hope you enjoy reading about it as much as I enjoyed performing it! At the beginning of last summer I was invited to a friend's house for a BBQ - her parents were away on Holiday and she'd invited loads of people along to enjoy a drink and some hot food. The person in question, Kate, is 19, about 5ft 10, long brown hair, tidy figure .. and also has a bit of a slutty attitude.. typical young girl who likes a drink and some flirting. Quite a few times I'd seen her dressed in next to nothing, a teeny skirt, and more often than not she'd let the tops of her knickers be seen by the world – you know the type. Well, as soon as I received the invite, my pantystealer's psyche clicked on to the chance of picking up some of her worn knickers.. and what a prize they would be. I arrived in the early evening and proceeded to enjoy the bar bee, consuming many a beer and burgers. Scoping the house as the party continued, I was a tad disappointed to find only a single wash basket in the garage area that contained clean clothes. It looked as if she used the garage as a general washing-clothes area, but I would need some time to perform a proper search - just figured I was out of luck. As the night progressed, and more alcohol was consumed, my desire and boldness grew exponentially. Plus, as the number of people in attendance petered out slightly, I knew I would be reasonably secure in the garage/utility room if I closed the inside door - luckily the fridge containing the beers was also in this room so I had the perfect excuse. I waited till about 1am, then after a quick safety scan, and I was in there, gently closing the door. I needed a prize, any prize.. so I decided to properly search the aforementioned washbasket. I got to work with the deftness of a true knicker-thief. It really is a skill and a half - sorting through clothes, quietly, quickly. Having been through the wash basket and deciding to settle sadly with a clean black thong, a large white bag caught my eye a little further inside the room, sitting on a wooden workbench. Aha. I tiptoe over and peek inside, ever wary of the possibility of being sprung. I was not disappointed in the slightest.. it turns out, our Kate was quite a lazy girl! Here before my eyes was at least a week's worth of lovely worn garments. Again the sorting procedure, this time my heart afire in my chest, adrenalin pumping as my fingers touch lace and I draw up a beautiful pair of white lacy tanga briefs, this time with that telltale yellowish stain winking up at me from the soft gusset. Bingo. I couldn't resist a tiny sniff, and gleefully received that alluring scent mixture of feminine sweat, pee & fresh young pussy. It really is sex by proxy. Time ticking on, I stuffed this pair into my jacket pocket and continued on my hunt - within 45 seconds I had another two pairs - one a plain white cotton pair of knickers, and another black thong - this one a little threadbare from over use but with a damp-to-touch white stain running lengthways across the gusset. It adds the human touch when they are over worn, wouldn't you agree? As I brought the plain white panties up to my expectant nose, I realised that they were easily a size larger than the tanga briefs I has first discovered. Slowly it dawned on me – this was a family haul! The bigger knickers must belong to her Mum. I'd never seen her, but if her lovely daughter was anything to go by she'd probably be a looker too. One good way to confirm this, I thought: the sniff test. Although I was still very aware of my situation, and the possibility of being caught, I had to compare my prizes then and there. After smelling both of the stained gussets in turn, it was clear they came from different women.. the big panties also had more of a bum stain in the seat, maybe the mum had a bigger asshole? I wonder what she say if I asked her! Mmm, double bubble, mother and daughter used pants for the steal. Kate, and your Mum, I had you now. I hid the goods, calmed down, got myself a beer and sauntered out of that utility room of delights. Later that night I drunkenly chatted with Kate for a while.. she was pre-occupied with a friend of mine though, and eventually they disappeared of for some nookie I guess. Not that I was concerned... I'd had my fun already. Confessions of a Panty Stealer Ch. 5 being young I was aware of the beauty and allure of underwear in general, but only from the 'normal' sense of attraction.. mostly gained from the odd porn magazine I'd gotten a hold of, stocking and suspenders type stuff. I remember being at my best friends house on a summer's day (back when we had a summer), bored, mischievous, and of course horny because I always was in those days. Now I need to fill you in on a couple of things, my friend, J lets say, had two female members in his family - his mum, at the time aged late 30's, a nurse, with pleasantly large tits and a lovely smile. Many a wank was undertaken on behalf of those lovely jugs I can tell you. Also, there was an even better target for my lewd thoughts, that of his then just turned 18 year old sister - I can recall at the time she was in the local 6th form and still wore a uniform. Thankfully she had been blessed with her mum genetic heritage and grown a lovely set of jugs too. They were both of average height and build, maybe a touch rotund on the part of the mother and likewise with the sister, who had a typical English teenager's biggish bum. Ok, the first time. His family was out that day, and we'd been lounging around his front room watching TV. I remember going upstairs to his toilet with the intention of having a pee.. but this time, for some reason, as I locked the bathroom door I noticed the wicker basket clothes hamper just to the side of the bath area. Being ultra cautious and already feeling a little adrenalin, I ran the tap to mask any noise the lid lifting might make... I slowly raised the lid and found the hamper near full with clothes. Right on the top of the pile was a large white bra - without a doubt belonging to my friends mum. Tent peg time.. with bulging erection I lifted and examined the bra, although now I can't recall the exact size - It must've been at least a 38D. Aware that I was eating up time, I lifted some of the other clothes out of the hamper (a mixture, jeans, tops, a skirt - the whole family used this hamper) and looked deeper, this time spotting a scrunched up ball of cotton material that would become my first step down the dark, fetid path of panty stealing. Careful so as not to upset the order of the other clothes, I set them down and quickly reached in to pick up the knickers. The other clothes around them looked to also be his mums, so I think its fair to say these knickers were hers too - I still remember to this day they were quite worn, thin even, a light grey colour with pretty little tiger symbols printed on them. And then.. of course, the magic moment.. I opened them up and looked at the gusset.. it was very yellow and I could smell piss on it - not just piss though but something else, something that electrified my animal instinct and made me want to rip my cock out and wank it furiously!! What an experience. Time was running out, and I decided I needed to keep this beautiful item for later use. I bundled the knickers up, and slid them into my underpants, being sure to even out the bulge. Later I would use my socks for this task instead.. I replaced the clothes quickly and had a last look at the bra before flushing the toilet and rejoining my friend. Suffice to say I didn't remain at his house for long, and near ran all the way home upon which I sniffed those private under things, tasting them too, and had many an amazing cum in my bedroom.. Well that was it, it was quite a pleasure to recall in such detail I must say, you should give it a try! AND of course, you're all wondering.. what about the sisters' dirty knickers? Well that’s another tale.. which I will of course post when I get the chance - suffice to say, there were times when she would come in from 6th form in her uniform, goes upstairs to change, dutifully placing her dirty clothing in the hamper - I would then go for a supposed 'number 2' and lay out her complete uniform, just peeled from her young body, white cotton bra and wet dirty 6th former knickers too boot. Confessions of a Panty Stealer Ch. 6 [c] 1999-2002 Jayson23 No doubt you've all read the story of my first experience.. well at the end I mentioned that I had obtained knickers from my friend’s sister as well as his mother. The following tale is a very fond memory.. This recollection was a good 6-9 months after I first began 'obtaining' dirty knickers.. the vast majority of which had come from the same source, a friend’s mum and sister. Before I left my family home for uni, I remember fondly going through my illicit collection - at the time it barely fitted into a shoebox. To this day I wonder, did they suspect someone/me was stealing there private cottons? I took plain, pretty, even special panties in those heady days.. also bras and tights. I know girls tend to have huge collections of underwear, but still. Anyhow, on with the story. My best friends sister Jean (named changed, of course) was just starting Upper 6th at the same school I attended. What made sniffing her knickers even better was that her and I (in fact, her and any of my friends' friends) didn't get on well. She had a typical snooty aversion to anyone friendly with her younger brother, basically because she and he did not like each other at all. She was forever commenting harshly on the clothes we wore, music we liked, 'I can't believe you lot like the Smiths' etc. etc. Little did she know I was smelling her fresh young pussy multiple times a week. I mentioned before, and mmm it gives me a warm feeling to remember them, her tits were definitely oversized for a girl her age. Lovely huge ones, a teen boy's dream. She wasn't overtly sexual, didn't dress skimpily or flirt with us, no matter though eh. She had long brown curly hair, brown eyes, a slightly plump figure and ass.. oh and not forgetting those gorgeous melons! This particular day had been a warm summer day (more towards September time) and my friend and I had gone over to his house after school. His parents weren't home yet, and we were watching Kids TV when Jean bounded in. Our school held fast to old values, and thusly the 6th formers were required to wear a uniform right up to the day they left. Jean gave her brother a perfunctory hello, ignoring me, then rushed upstairs in a whirl of skirts. I could hear her moving around in her bedroom, then to the bathroom.. Before finally dashing back downstairs and out of the door in one movement - dressed in civvies, I should add. Presumably she had urgent plans, this much was evident. (heh, so did I..) Aha, your mind is working now the same as mine was that day. I stretched, and got up from the sofa - 'just going to the toilet' I mumbled.. heart already slightly palpitating. I seem to remember it had been a while since I'd last gotten my nimble fingers on some soiled panties..I walked upstairs - to this day I remember the way to the toilet: turn right at the top of the stairs, right again, the down to the end. Through the door and locking it, I could smell some girly body spray in the air marking Jeans' recent visit. Now going into my routine, I lowered the toilet lid and started a tap running, to cover any noises made, then turned my attention to the large wicker hamper in the corner of the blue bathroom. Lifting the lid completely open in one movement I was immediately presented with the wonderful sight of Jean's white school blouse.. crumpled from a days use, and, lifting it.. I found a trace of heat within the softness retained from where it had touched her body just moments before. I now carefully began to extract everything placed on the top of the hamper.. her white blouse, just under which was her big, white, plain bra.. a fascinating item at that stage in my life. Next was her long, grey, 6th former's skirt .. and, just tucked inside it, peeked out the edge of her schoolgirl white knickers.. heat now afire in my chest, I plucked the tiny cottons from inside and immediately I could see a wide and streaky stain across the gusset! Lifting them for closer examination and a sniff, I found the smell to be a heady mixture of musty pussy, sweat and most def. pee - she had needed to go quite badly it seemed, snooty little Jean had leaked a fair few drops of beautiful girly pee into those wet panties all right. I clearly remember laying out her complete uniform on the bathroom floor, the blouse with the bra on top, then the skirt with those stinky knickers on that. A sight I will never forget, as you can we relate to I'm sure. But, time was pushing on. Obviously I had to have those knickers for my own - in fact, I took the bra too as it excited me something rotten and had a few dull sweat stains on the inside - once I'd left and arrived home, the two went together in my hidden shoebox, a special pair of items from the untouchable but oh-so sweet smelling Jean! Confessions of a Panty Stealer Ch. 7 Chapter 7 : A Summer's Steal in Guildford [c] 1999-2002 Jayson23 Some friends of mine we're off clubbing at a club near to where I live in London – they'd asked me to come along but I'd had to decline, as I knew it would be a heavy night involving all sorts of illegal substances, and no doubt involving all night (literally) dancing and smoking etc. As a compromise, I asked them to drop by my house when they left the club, around 7am, wake me up and take me with them back to there 'chill-out' house, which was owned by Steven and Bella. This all went to plan, and a mini-bus containing 11 of my friends careered to my place at 7.30am Sunday morning. Smiling, I slid open the mini-bus side door and clambered in – to a riotous cheer I might add. I shook some hands, saying hello to my mates, then caught sight of a stranger's face. I was soon introduced to the lass, one of Steve's friends, a cute looking tawny-haired girl called Chloe. She was fine.. about 21 I'd say, dressed in a short purple dress and matching top, with tassels hanging of the hem- typical horny as hell UK clubwear. We all had a good laugh on the trip back to Guildford, where Steve's was, and then piled into the house. Needless to say I'd had a chat with Chloe on the way there, and it turns out she's been staying with S & B since the Friday night - she knew them from a few years back, and she's been friends with them ever since. She had a bubbly persona, and I was quite taken with her ( and with her skimpy clothing ), however it soon transpired she had a boyfriend in another part of the country.. dash. Having been out all night, they started to sort themselves out with showers etc and changing. Already my mind is apace thinking about the knickers Chloe must've been slipping off at that time, and the others in a suitcase or bag somewhere else in the house. I should add, I'd never visited the house before. Thankfully, much consumption of booze and drugs was going on, I don't need to elaborate but let's say I was the only one who really knew what was going on by about midday. Most of my mates were crashed out in the back garden (it was a beautiful sunny day), Chloe and another friend were lounged out on the sofas (curtains shut) and for all intents and purposes out for the count. Time for a little .. investigating :-) wouldn't you agree? Checking everyone was busy or far from the upstairs at least, I crept upstairs, supposedly heading for the toilet.. as I rounded the top of the stairs a lovely sight hit my eyes – through the door to the bedroom right in front of me I could see.. you guessed it, a crumpled purple dress complete with cute tassels lying over the edge of a black suitcase. Bingo. As you know one's desires tend to take over at this point, I could hear my friends laughing outside through the bedroom window as I bent down and crept in, no one around, and went over to the dress. A quick lift – and gold was struck. A purple pair, matching no less, of tanga-style knickers was lying underneath the dress - literally where the pretty stranger who slumbered beneath me had dropped them a few hours previous. I lifted them up, and examined the sweaty looking gusset before taking a long, sumptuous smell of her pussy, a pussy that'd been sweating and juicing it's little heart out all – night – long. I tell you gentleman, this was a smell that almost made me cum then and there! The stain wasn't too huge, but it was sweaty and very much still wet, rubbing my finger along the soiled gusset found it sticky to touch .. mm. Alarm systems kicked back – don't get caught don't get caught, I'm sure you know the feeling well. I knew I had to take a pair, but pocketing these purple treasures would be idiotic, way too obvious of course. I sniffed them once more, then dipped the tip of my tongue into her sweet juices. Begrudingly, I carefully placed them back where they had been, then the purple dress on top. Next I lifted the edge to the black suitcase that thankfully was open. A mixture of girls clothing greeted me, couple of t-shirts, tops etc .. and right at the back of the case, I found a black thong with a pink edge that was clearly not straight from the wash (inspection revealed a silvery trail along the gusset and a couple of small skids to the rear)! I picked it out, had a quick sniff and again her cute fanny smell (mingled with a light perfume) assailed my wanton nostrils, 'these will do nicely' I thought, and they did. After stashing my prize, I crept back out of the bedroom and made a play of going for a piss. I then headed back downstairs and sat just slightly opposite the sleeping Chloe, gazing at her lithe form, and knowing exactly what that gorgeous slit must smell like right now...