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The Lodgers Lingerie Ch. 01

By: lycranlace



Although I had done this several times before and there was absolutely no chance in getting caught, I could still feel my heart pounding in my chest and the palms of my hands felt sweaty. Lingerie! What is it about it that makes me go like this?

My lodger is a creature of habit. Whenever she buys any new clothes she always throws out whatever it is she is replacing. She doesn't even pass them on or give them to charity. They just end up in the bin. That goes for her underwear as well.

The day before I had retuned from work before Val, my lodger, and so was at home when she returned from work. She came in laden with carrier bags and had obviously been on a shopping spree in her lunch break. I quickly found out that Val had received her bi-annual bonus which apparently, had been much bigger than usual and she had gone out and spent a considerable proportion of it on new clothes. Sure enough, that night she stayed in and had a big sort through her wardrobe. As she came down with several bags of old clothes to throw out, I pulled her leg and said at least she should give them to charity instead of throwing them away. Val said she couldn't be bothered so I offered to put them in the charity clothes bin on the way to work the next day and much to my amazement she agreed. I grabbed my car keys and suggested we put them straight in the back of my car. This she did apart from one bag which Val said wasn't really suitable for charity which she placed in the refuse bin. I had a pretty good idea what was going to be in that bag!

The next morning Val left for work before me as she normally did, so I knew I had plenty of time to explore the contents of the bags at my leisure. I sorted through the bags she had placed in the back of my car. 

Now Val was a semi professional dancer in her late teens and early 20's and still dances occasionally for theatrical groups. She is still in her 20's and has obviously maintained her figure from her dancing days! She is as pretty as a peach with a friendly and outgoing personality to match. In the 18 months she had been my lodger we had become good friends but it had never gone any further than that. That didn't stop me lusting over her though.

At 5' 8" she is almost as tall as me and from previous "re-possessions" I know she has a 36A chest (more than and a handful is not worth knowing about as they say) and size 12 panties. I could also just about squeeze into her shoes. Most of the clothes in the back of the car were ordinary casual clothes but there was one business suit with a ridiculously short skirt which I had only seen her in once or twice. Obviously a little too improper to wear to the office but, perfect for my fetish. There was also a short imitation leather mini skirt and a transparent sheer black blouse which I had seen her in when she was off clubbing. Very sexy!! I liberated these put the rest in the bags in the back of the car and headed for the refuse bin.

There on the top where she had left it last night was a plastic carrier bag. I untied the knot where Val had secured the top of the bag. Bingo! I was right. Full of panties and bras. Not only could I play in these to my hearts content but it meant her underwear draw was now full with new treasures I could play with when she wasn't home. I picked up the clothes and the bag of lingerie and headed for the bedroom. I was going to be late for work this morning!

I tipped the underwear out on my bed. 5 pairs of panties, 3 bras, a thong cut body, a baby doll nightie and panties and a couple of pairs of hold ups. And the smell!! There was the definite aroma of Val's body and her perfume. I looked at the panties, two pairs were unwashed and were heavy with Val's intimate musky aroma. I pulled on the expensive looking black lace thong. The tight feeling as I pulled it into the crack of my bum and around my waist so that it contained my now swelling hard on, was exquisite. What is it about panties and lingerie that did it for me. I took a further look at the bra's. They were matched with the panties, Val is so organised! I slipped my arms into the bra and secured it with ease behind my back. After years of practice I could do this now as expertly as any woman. I took out a pair of gel breast forms from a drawer and slipped them into the bra cups. They filled them nicely as I squeezed them gently. I wondered what it would be like to squeeze Val's tits for real.

I checked out the hold ups, 2 pairs of sheer, an opaque and a fashionable lace pair with a seam down the back. They all seemed perfect to me – what a waste to throw them out. The lace pair looked particularly sexy so I skilfully slipped them on to. I looked at myself in the bedrooms full length mirror on the wardrobe. God how I wished it was Val standing there in her underwear rather than me. By now I had a raging hard on and I was beginning to soak the front of Val's panties with my pre-cum. I couldn't believe my luck. Val had only been my lodger for 18 months and this had been the third time I had intercepted her discarded underwear. However, on the two previous occasions she had thrown out underwear that she presumably wore on a day to day basis and it had been relatively plain and ordinary. My finds this time were by far the sexiest.

I wondered into Val's bedroom and headed for her underwear draw. Sure enough there were a number of new panties and bras with their labels still attached which all looked as if they were intended for evening wear. I would be able to have fun with those too. I then went over to her bead and looked under the pillow. There was a sheer black baby doll nightie Val had been wearing last night. It smelt strongly of her! I slipped that on over the underwear and went to Val's wardrobe. In the bottom were 4 pairs of stilettos. I chose a black patent leather pair with dangerously high pencil slim heels and squeezed into them. By now I was feeling extremely kinky and horny with an uncontrollable hard on. What fun should I have next? I went over to her laundry bin and removed the lid. A skirt, some work blouses, a pair of jeans, a bra and half a dozen pairs of panties. I picked out a heavy white lace thong that she had presumably worn last weekend and a pair of white lace and sheer boy shorts. I chose white because semen stains don't show up so much!! Then standing in front of Val's full length bedroom mirror I stroked myself with her boy shorts whilst deeply inhaling the aroma of her unwashed thong. I was in ecstasy. God I wish Val could see me abusing myself in her lingerie! It was a fantasy I had had from adolescence – to dress and play with myself in front of a woman who then gets turned on to the point that we make love whilst both wearing lingerie. I could but dream.

Suddenly a kinky thought crossed my mind and I went to fetch the cordless phone from my bedroom before returning to Val's. I pulled back the covers of Val's bed and got in being very carful that the stilettos didn't tear the sheets. The sheets together with the heat of my body warming her soiled underwear that I was wearing meant that Val's gorgeous aroma was now getting very strong. In the mirror I could see myself in bed propped up against the pillows. With one hand I pulled my now very wet hard on out from the confines of the black thong and started stroking myself gently with the white lace boyshorts whilst with my free hand I dialled Val's work number. I must be mad! Val answered and with great care to maintain control of my voice I exchanged pleasantries with her before going on to ask her if I could buy her lunch during her break that day whilst all the while continuing to stroke myself with her own soiled panties. This was exquisite. Val accepted my invitation to lunch, we said our goodbyes and hung up. I then simply exploded with wave after wave of cum. Most was contained by the white lace boy shorts that I had pulled from the laundry bin but it also went over the bed linen and the black nightie.

In that instant I didn't care, but as my orgasm subsided I realised that unless I did a good clean up job then Val may discover my kinky secret. Using wipes I cleaned the semen off the white panties. This wasn't so important as they were already soiled and in the laundry bin for washing. By the time Val returned home from work that evening they would be dry enough that she couldn't tell what I had used them for. The bed linen and more importantly the black nightie was a different matter. The wipes cleaned off the semen but left them wet and I ended up drying the damp patches with a hair dryer. There was one part of me that wanted Val to discover my secret but being realistic I knew that there was an almost absolute certainty that Val would be horrified by my fetish and would leave. Far better to keep it a secret and enjoy the illicit delights when I could. 

By the time I had finished cleaning up, I had another hard on. I returned to my bedroom and decided to try on the imitation leather mini skirt and sheer black blouse that I had reprocessed. It was going to be a late start at work today! Thank god for flexi time. I slipped them on and still wearing Val's pencil thin heels, looked in the mirror. God would I like to take Val from behind whilst she was wearing what I had on! I bent over in front of the mirror and looking over my shoulder watched the image of the thong and lacy tops of the hold ups showing from beneath the hem line of the short skirt as I thrust my hips and imagined that I was shagging Val. I grabbed a pair of Val's lace panties that I had reprocessed and once again shot my sticky load into the handful of lace.

Now I really needed to get to work. As I took off the mini skirt & blouse and replaced Val's stilettos in her wardrobe, I had another kinky idea. If I was going to meet her for lunch that day then I would wear her underwear under my work clothes. I had worn lingerie under my work clothes, with care, before. But the thought of wearing her soiled lingerie whilst we chatted over lunch was too much to resist. I opened my wardrobe got out a shirt and suit and dressed for work.

To be continued.

The Lodgers Lingerie Ch. 02



I had worn panties under my work clothes before but never hold ups and a bra as well. The feel of the hold ups on my legs under my trousers was incredibly sensuous. I wondered how much better it would feel if I had shaved my legs first? That would have to wait until next time. However, wearing a bra to work was far more nerve raking. Unless I was very, very foolish panties and hold ups were completely undetectable under work clothes. Not so with a bra. As I was wearing the unwashed black lace bra that matched Val's panties, wearing a white or light coloured shirt was out of the question as the bra would be seen through the shirt without too much difficulty. There was also the question of seeing the profile of the bra through the shirt particularly if the shirt was pulled tight against my body. I had therefore chosen a heavy woven cotton dark blue shirt which after checking in the mirror seemed to exclude the possibility of detection. I tried out the gel breast forms as well but this would be pushing my luck too far and I decided to go without them. Even a 36a chest would be detectable to anything more than a casual inspection if I didn't have my jacket on.

As I drove to work I realised that the only event I hadn't catered for was the combination of Val's aroma and perfume that with the heat of my body was becoming quite noticeable as I drove into work. The distinctly feminine smell made me feel very light headed but it was also going to be obvious to any of my work colleagues if they got to close. Except in the hottest of weather I rarely need to use a body deodorant and rarely use after shave either so I was going to have to do something to mask the aroma. On the way into the office I picked up some aftershave which I hoped, reluctantly, would mask the girly aroma.

I had a spring in my step and a smile on my face as I went into the office. The feeling of the hold ups and the bra as well as the thong cut panties in the crack of my bum was having an electric affect on me. It was going to be hard to concentrate this morning. 

I manage a small property management company. We have a staff of 12 whom all share an open plan office except for myself as I have my own small office albeit that the walls are half glazed. I said a cheery good morning to all my staff whom, due to my lateness, were all busy at work already. I went into my office and without taking off my jacket sat down to check the mornings mail and my emails. I wriggled my bum into the leather of the chair and luxuriated in the feeling of the panties, hold ups and bra. It felt so naughty, so kinky. I couldn't take the smile off my face.

After I had checked the mail, I decided to risk taking my jacket off. I had a small mirror in my desk and used it to discreetly check if the bra was visible which it didn't seem to be. I decided to test my courage and pay a visit to the loo. These are unisex with a communal area with wash hand basins, dryers and a full length wall mirror and with three unisex cubicles. Each cubicle has a wall mirror behind the wc which I could make good use of. With my heart pounding I headed for the loos. Nobody took any notice. One end cubicle was occupied so I went into the cubicle at the other end. I couldn't resist having a look at my sexy underwear and quickly stripped out of my shirt and trousers and looked at my image in the mirror. The front panel of the panties were soaking where I had been in an aroused state for most of the morning and within seconds of removing my clothes I had a raging hard on. I had to have a play! The person in the end cubicle came out as and as they washed their hands they hummed. It sounded like Ruth, our 19 year old office junior. She was a confident pretty girl with a tendency to use her feminine charms to win people round. So as Ruth was washing her hands, I was less than 3 metres away pounding my cock in Val's soiled panties. It felt so deliciously kinky. Before Ruth left I had come for the third time that morning and shot my load into a wad of toilet tissue.

By the time I had cleaned myself up and re-dressed I must have been away from my desk for a good ten minutes. As I returned to my office my senior property negotiator, Sally, followed me to my office and asked if I could spare her a few minutes. As we entered my office she asked if I was feeling OK as I looked a little flushed. I said I was fine and panicking slightly, hurried round to the other side of the desk and sat down. Unfortunately Sally followed me round as she had some building plans she wanted to run through with me. As I sat at my desk Sally stood close next to me with her hip brushing my upper arm and explained the layouts to me and asked advice as to how we should proceed. After 5 minutes we had finished and as Sally left she said she hoped that I was feeling OK and that she liked my unusual after shave! My heart was pounding with excitement. Like so many fetishists I was both alarmed and excited at the thought of being discovered. I wondered what else was going through Sally's mind.

The morning passed without further incident albeit I had great difficulty concentrating on my work. I left the office just before one to meet Val at the small restaurant where we were to have lunch. I arrived before her and went to our reserved table. I elected to keep my jacket on, for when Val arrived and came over to my table she placed one hand on my shoulder as we greeted each other with an informal kiss. I hoped to god she hadn't felt the bra strap through both my shirt and jacket. Still, I decided to take my jacket off. I would just have to make sure I got it back on before we said goodbye.

We ordered and then chatted whilst we waited for our food. I had great difficulty moderating the smile on my face. Here I was sitting within 1 metre of Val whilst wearing and smelling of her unwashed lingerie. How I longed to tell her but being practical I knew that the consequences, if I did, would probably be disastrous. All I could do was fantasise whilst I sat there chatting with her whilst secretly wearing her lingerie.

Before our food arrived a friend of Val's came in and stopped by the table to say hi. Val introduced Ellen to me, one of her dancing friends whom she had known for years. Like Val she was tall, with long dark curly hair and underneath her business suit I could only guess that she had a well toned body. Ellen left for her table and our food arrived. However, ten minutes later Ellen appeared to be leaving and stopped by our table to say good bye. Apparently her friend who she was meeting for lunch had had to cry off. Val asked if I minded if Ellen joined us which of course I didn't. 

So the three of us passed a very enjoyable hour, talking mainly about the girls dancing experiences. I got the bill at the end of the meal but as I was about to rise to put on my jacket, Ellen shot up saying she hadn't realised what the time was and she had to dash. Before I could stop her she leant over to kiss me and thank me for lunch and I felt her hand on my back right across the bra strap where I felt it linger and tense! I'd been rumbled. As she pulled back and said goodbye she looked me right in the eye with rather a curious look on her face and said she hoped we would meet again. With that she turned on her heel and quickly dashed off.

Before Val had chance to do the same I got my jacket on quickly. Potentially enough damage had been done. Val thanked me for lunch and for the second time that day I was complimented on my aftershave. Val said she found it vaguely familiar. I nervously replied it was only a common after shave. God I was now beginning to sweat. We said our good byes and with mixed feelings of excitement and relief I headed back to the office. Throughout lunch I had been sporting a hard on and by now I was beginning to feel very uncomfortable in Val's, by now very sticky, panties.

Again that afternoon I found it difficult to work with the constant reminder of the feel of Val's lingerie under my work clothes and was relieved when 4:00pm came which was the earliest time I could leave. It was good to get home strip off Val's lingerie and have a shower. However, by the time I got out I still had plenty of time before Val got home so I headed for Val's room and her underwear draw. I went through all the new lingerie she had bought the previous day and pulled out what was by far the sexiest item -- a black lace and sheer thong cut body from Lepel. I had to try that on. I took it back to my bedroom and carefully stepped into it and pulled it up my legs and into the crease of my bum. I pulled up the body and put my arms through the straps. There was a disposable lining to the gusset and the labels stuck into my back but it still felt and looked very sexy and by the time I had it on I was hard. I got out a pair of sheer holdups that I had "rescued" that morning and decided on a pair of my own stilettos with 4" clear smoked plastic pencil thin heels. I looked at myself in the mirror. So sexy. Looking over my shoulder in the mirror, for the fourth time that day I pumped my load into a pair of Val's discarded panties.

By the time Val returned home from work 45 minutes later, I was downstairs drinking coffee and reading the evening paper although I was still wearing another pair of her discarded panties. I called out to Val and asked if she wanted a coffee and she came into the kitchen.

"Well you must have made a very big impression on Ellen at lunch," Val said with a grin on her face.

My heart began beating nineteen to the dozen. Had Ellen said anything to Val about what she had presumably felt under my shirt. I decided to tough it out.

"Well who can blame her with a good looking guy like me buying her lunch," I joked.

"Good looking or not, Ellen hasn't been out with a guy in over three years and there have been plenty chasing her for a date but she certainly took a shine to you and was asking all sorts of questions when I met her briefly after work tonight," Val replied.

"Well I'm flattered," I replied, "but I'd like to know why an attractive women like Ellen hasn't had a date in three years?"

"I didn't say she hasn't had a date in three years," Val corrected, "she hasn't had a date with a guy for three years but she has had several girlfriends . . . she's bi."

"Oh . . . I see," I replied feeling some what lost for words. Rather nervously I added. "Well I'm still flattered, but if she's bi and hasn't been out with a guy for three years why do you think she's interested in me?"

"I asked her that myself," Val replied, "but she just said there was something about you that she couldn't quite put her finger on. But you certainly seem to have raised her curiosity. She wanted to know all about you; where you work, whether you were involved with anyone, if your straight . . . . .that sort of thing. I hope you don't mind but I told her as far as I knew you were foot loose and fancy free. She asked me to give you her number and if you were interested to give her a call."

Val handed me Ellen's business card which had her home and mobile numbers hand written on the back. I was lost for words wondering if Ellen had said anything else to Val.

"Watch yourself though," Val continued, "Ellen's a good friend but I don't think she would mind me telling you that she is very unconventional and has a strange circle of friends. I'm not sure she's your sort of woman."

I couldn't help but smile to myself. Here I was talking to my lodger whilst wearing her discarded panties and she was telling me she didn't think her friend was suitable for me because Val, presumably, thought I was too conventional. If only she knew I thought smugly to myself.

"Well nothing ventured nothing gained," I replied to Val, "I still think I'll give her a call."

"Don't say I didn't warn you," Val smiled before she disappeared to her room.

I pondered the conversation I would have with Ellen if I made the call. Had she really felt the bra strap? had she told Val? would she tell Val? What harm would it do if she did know and had told Val. At worst case Val would think me weird and kinky and might leave. I could always find another lodger easily enough. I decided to make the call and too see where it would lead.

Later that evening I called Ellen. 

"Hi Ellen," I began, "it's Charlie, Val's friend, I bought you lunch today. Val gave me your card and said I should ring you."

"Oh hi Charlie, thanks for ringing. I was hoping you would," Ellen opened. Well that's a good start I thought to myself. "Thank you so much for letting me join you and Val for lunch and thanks for treating me."

"Your more than welcome," I replied, "It was very nice meeting you."

"It was nice meeting you," Ellen responded, "so I would very much like to return the favour. Could I treat you to lunch?"

"Well I'm certainly not going to decline an offer to go to lunch with a pretty girl. I'd love too thanks," I responded.

We arranged to meet on Friday that week and went on too exchange the normal pleasantries. We said our goodbyes but just before she hung up Ellen said "Oh Charlie wear what you were wearing at lunch today. See you," and with that she was gone.

To be continued...