PantyTheif part 2

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PantyTheif part 2My confidence was fully restored after the break up from my first love Anne. My collection of stolen panties was about 40 having discarded some through weakness. In my mind, if they were soiled by me they were tainted. Sometimes after having a drink I would be having a wank and would wrap a pair of pants round my erection and end up cuming into them. They were thrown. I had a thought years later that it might have been fun to have tried to get these cum stained pants back into the original owners drawers, but that might just have been a tad dangerous. I met a girl called Lynne when I was 22. She was a very fit blonde the same age as me. She was very very pleasing on the eye. I was infatuated with her chest. Boy were they something to behold. Not huge…probably 36C, but it was the firmness. They were like false tits are now. Lie flat and they don’t move. Her arse was just as firm. She loved to be spanked and…well you have to don’t you. Only thing was, it hurt me rather than her. My hand would sting and wrist would ache. It was like slapping concrete. Lynne thought I was strange when I asked her to where nice underwear. She was very sporty and played a lot of netball and tennis in summer. In winter she swam and played squash. I masturbated many times into her plain cotton sweaty sports knickers. They were very pungent after all that exercise. Dream world. She wasn’t one for getting dressed up and my interest in her wasn’t developing. She was a lovely girl, liked sex…especially doggy, but wouldn’t leave her panties on when I was banging her I didn’t get one pair of knickers with my cum in them. She was history. I’d changed jobs and I was working for a food supply company as a foreman. It was 1984 and there was a recession on. Things were tight but I was ok. I used to have my lunch in a hotel near my work called the Lord Crewe. On the second time I was there I got my eye on a woman by the name of Sheila. She was the duty manager in the hotel and very smartly dressed. She had brown curly hair, not stunningly beautiful, but had a pleasant cheery face, a nice body…certainly filled out in all the right places. It was her dress sense which caught my eye. She showed a nice cleavage in a dark brown suit, white blouse and high heels. I asked myself if they were stockings or dreaded tights. She had an engagement ring on her finger so that scubbered that idea. I would never find out. A few weeks later I called in for a few drinks after work and she was working the bar. It was midweek and very quiet. I was sitting at the bar and she was stocking some shelves with bottled mixers. Suddenly she sort of swivelled konyaaltı escort her hips round while squatting and I was afforded a perfect view right up her suit skirt. Stockings. Black stockings and black panties. I cock started to immediately stiffen. She was in that position for maybe 5 seconds when she realised that she was on ‘display ‘ She looked up at me and her face went red. ‘Don’t worry’ I said. ‘ I love stockings, you’ve just made my day. I’ve wondered if you wore stockings or tights.’ See I told you my confidence was back.!!!!!She was still red faced as she stood up rather tounge tied. I laughed it off telling her that I liked a lady who dressed well and complemented her as being such a lady. She was still red face and I bought. Her a drink and we laughed it off. The ice was broken. Over the next couple of months I started visiting the hotel more and more. When Sheila wasn’t on duty I didn’t stay long. I knew she wasn’t available but I just had a certain feeling. Lust probably. One night she was working the bar but it was pretty busy. There was someone else helping her. This barman brought a tray of mixers in and started refilling the shelves. Sheila told him to serve and she took over what he was doing. I was in the same position as last time. I was watching same as last time wondering….as if a dejavu moment she swivelled again and held the same pose as last time only this time she slightly widened her legs giving me another view of her crotch. Again black stockings and black panties. She didn’t look up this time, just finished her job and then stood up turned to me and gave me a smile and a wink. I had a raging hard on. It was me who was red faced this time. She had turned the tables. Two days later she was in the bar but as a customer, not as staff. She was with her fiancé, and they looked happy enough. She was sitting at a table with another couple seeming to be having a nice evening. I was in my normal seat minding my own business when she walked down the bar towards the toilet door. She stopped to say hello, then leaned close to me and whispered in my ear ‘White bikini panties, matching bra’….and walked off. A defining moment or what!!!!!!!!When she returned she winked at me and walked on. I didn’t see her for about a month as I had been away on a training course and then on holiday. I was in the bar again and she was on duty. The bar was empty. We had a couple of drinks together and I was pushing a few boundaries. I asked her when she was getting married and she was a bit evasive. I took the bull by the horns and asked her if her fiancé appreciated korkuteli escort how lucky he was to have such a well dressed lady. She got my meaning….but didn’t blush this time. She said he did, and he was the one who chose her ‘outfits’ I was impressed. ‘So, dare I be so bold as to ask what he has chosen for you tonight’ I asked in a jokey tone. Two hours later I was banging her against the bar after closing time. She had total black underwear on and she still had it on as I was ploughing the hairiest cunt I had ever seen. Her pubes were like wire. She had closed the bar early as it was dead, sent the staff home, then she unbuttoned her coat and blouse, threw them in the corner, stepped out of her skirt and presented me a picture of pure heaven. She was like something out of the depths of my imagination. My walking wet dream. She dropped my pants and stroked my proud cock ‘how’d ya want me’. I was stunned. I just wanted to look at her. She wanted fucked. I just turned her round and pulled her panties too one side and rammed it home. She was dripping wet and gagging to be shagged. I didn’t last long, but she came as well and screamed an orgasm. I’d never fucked a screamer. After I’d cum in her I didn’t stop, I scooped her tits out of her bra and sucked her nipples. She whispered in my ear to bite them…and hard. I was finger fucking her through her black panties, making sure all the lovely mixed juiced were soaking the gusset. You can guess wher they were going tonight. We gathered our clothes and went to her bedroom in the hotel, where we fucked and sucked each other for most of the night. I was getting cum stained pubic hair in my mouth, it was like wire. I got a pair of scissors and thinned her bush down. I managed to get some of the hair into her knickers that were in my pocket. She was so turned on by the fact I would eat her cunt with my cum in it. We didn’t get much sleep. Over the next few weeks, I only went to the bar when she was working. She would go through the same routine when stocking the shelves. Sometimes she had her panties pulled to one side so I could see how wet her cunt was. Once she wasn’t wearing any panties….I didn’t like that much so she didn’t do that again. Invariably we ended up having sex somewhere in the hotel. She was insatiable. One night when she was with her boyfriend she signalled to follow her. She blew me in the wine cellar. It took five minutes. Later that evening she walked by me and pressed something in my hand. Her soaking wet white panties. The gusset was like a dishcloth. She must have had a frig in the toilet and fingered kumluca escort herself through the material. I wanked all night wearing them on my face. She told me later that the boyfriend thought all his birthdays had come at once, thinking she had gone out with no knickers on for him. I was now banging her as much as the boyfriend was and she told me she was blowing me more than him. My scruples were long forgotten and all I thought about getting her suit off and abusing her body. She loved rough hard sex and when we could, she screamed the place down. She loved to talk dirty and loved it when I called her names. What fascinated me was she didn’t mind me taking her panties. She would sometimes wear the same pair for a few days, just for me, then give them to me when they really did stink. I loved it. I repaid her by eating her cunt out with my spunk in it. Years later I wondered how many times I ate her cunt with his spunk in it. But that’s another story I’m still to come to. I didn’t love her, but was very fond of her. She went along with my fetish for underwear, and we had a good laugh. We had sex most nights she worked and I was a happy man. Her fiancé finished there relationship. He suspected she was cheating on him and couldn’t trust her. There had apparently been a small hickey on her back which she couldn’t explain. I must have bitten her when doing her doggy style. She wasn’t unduly upset and I foolishly asked her to move in with me. What a fucking mistake that turned out to be. It was great for a couple of years. She still worked in the hotel and between the two of us we were very comfortable. I even got rid of my collection of panties. She of course still let me use her knickers. When she was on her period she would wank me off with the panties she had worn that day then finish me off with her mouth. She was a real personal slut. On days off that we had together she would wear nothing but her underwear. Sometimes I would wear a pair of hers too for a while but they were a bit tight. On a good day I could have four loads of cum soaking into her gusset. Happy days. I married her. We honeymooned in Benidorm. It was fantastic. We shaved each other’s pubes off. That was erotic. It was so different eating her well fucked gash with no wiry hair scratching my face…and of course she still loved me eating her cum filled cunt. We had went to a sex shop and bought some underwear that was so 80’s. Peephole bra and crotchles panties. That was a real laugh. I fucked her many times with those on, but they were shit quality and they fell to bits. We managed to buy some better quality g strings. Now they got me hard. That little string disappearing between her cheeks was enough to get me coming in my pants. Looking back years later I realised that our relationship was based mainly purely on sex. Now most do. I know that. But they move on and develop. Ours didn’t, and I didn’t realise until it was too late. In part three I’ll tell you how.

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