Short Story

The Panty Thief

As she noticed Robin entering the gym, Sandra smiled a hello from behind the reception desk. Her body tingled with anticipation and between her thighs she started to get damp.

In the ladies changing room, Robin undressed in a hurry eager to get a quick workout in before an evening out with her new lover. The anticipation of what was to come meant that the gusset of her panties were sticky with pussy goo as she peeled them off to change. She threw her clothes in the top of her bag and went off to warm up on the running machine.

Sandra watched her exit the changing rooms, gave it a minute and then went in on the pretext of checking the changing rooms were clean and well supplied. Her bisexual side had been encouraged to blossom by being around fit athletic women and she got very turned on by it.

As she went in, she made sure no one else was in the room as she headed for Robin’s bag. Her heart raced as she found something even better than she had hope for – a tiny black thong with a very wet patch. She hid herself in a cubicle and locked the door. Lifting the damp tong to her face she breathed in the musky scent of Robin’s pussy. The wearer of these had obviously been turned on recently and that excited her. Wriggling down her shorts and pants in one go she sat down on the loo and started to rub herself. She held the thong over her nose and mouth and she vigorously frigged herself, occasionally dipping two fingers into her sopping pussy and then rubbing her clitoris. She breathed in the heady scent of another woman’s sex and soon brought herself to a thundering climax. Sandra stifled her cries on the flimsy material in case anyone was to hear her.

Panting, she recovered from her orgasm, took out her mobile phone and sent a text. Alongside a camera phone photo of her holding up the thong, she wrote

“U will love these! Storeroom 5 mins. Make it worth ur while!”

Tucking the damp thong into her pocket she left the cubicle, checked herself in the mirror – a bit flushed she thought. Sandra returned to the desk to make sure no one had missed her. The coast was clear and she could see Robin half way through her workout laid out over a gym ball. Sandra admired her trim physique and thought she could see a bit of camel toe as Robins shorts tightened over her pussy mound as she arched backwards over the ball. What she’d give to get up close and personal with her she lusted.

Remembering her rendezvous in the store-room, she put a “Back in 10 mins” sign on the desk and went down the corridor holding the key to the store room.

As she turned the key to unlock the door, Paul came into sight. “Anyone see you go?” she whispered.

“No, the boss will think I’m on a break” he replied. Paul was over 6 ft and a muscular male fitness instructor. Sandra and he often gossiped about who was sexy in the gym and although Paul was engaged, the two of them had a flirty friendship they both enjoyed.

The pair of them slipped in the small store room and the key turned from the inside.

“Guess what I’ve been doing?” said Sandra, holding her fingers up to Paul’s face and grinning. Paul smelt them. “You haven’t! You are a bit red-cheeked now you mention it, you filthy cow! Tell me more.”

“You know Robin – that woman in the blue adidas top? Well these are hers” Sandra pulled the thong from her pocket. “They were absolutely soaking when I found them.”

Paul took them and inspected the damp sticky patch on the gusset. “That’s definitely not sweat is it!”

Sandra started rubbing the growing bulge in Paul’s jogging bottoms as he sniffed the material. “I’ve had a wank over them so now it’s your turn!”

Sandra helped Paul pull down his trousers and she cupped his balls and felt the thick cock throb in her small hand. She gently stroked the warm velvety skin back and forth, revealing his large helmet beneath. His cock grew to full erection quickly and she looked up at him with a cheeky look as his face took on a look of lust and desire.

“Would you fuck her, Paul? I bet you bloody well would given half a chance.”

Paul held Robin’s worn thong close to his face, over his mouth and nose as Sandra stroked him vigorously. His tongue darted out and tasted the juices that had oozed from Robin’s excited pussy. He could smell her and the pheromones in her juices were driving him closer to an orgasm.

Sandra opened her mouth and slipped his cock head inside. Paul felt her warm wet mouth engulf him and her tongue flicked over his helmet. She tasted him and his male muskiness as he in turn inhaled Robin’s scent.

Sandra’s tongue flicked back and forth. She loved to play over his frenum, tonguing the sensitive underside of his cock as her hands played with his balls.

Paul gave out a gasp, muffled through the material of the thong clutched to his face but Sandra knew what it meant. First one shot of hot salty semen then another shot into her mouth and she swallowed it down, keen to not make a mess at work. She bobbed her head on his shaft, milking every last drop of his sperm from his shaft.

When he was done, she came up for air and said, “Enjoy that?”
“You bet!” Paul replied. “Shouldn’t you get these back to the changing rooms?” he asked, holding up the thong.

Sandra took the thong from him and never losing eye contact dribbled the last big glob of his cum from her mouth onto the gusset of the thong. “Finders, keepers” she said and pulled off her own shorts and panties (which were by now quite sodden with her own juices). She stepped into the thong, pulling it up her naked bottom half. Carefully she pressed the gusset with its creamy filling against her own pussy and pulled the sides of the thong up. “Mmmm, nice. It’s OK, Paul, I’m on the pill, you don’t have to worry about that!”

Putting on her shorts she tucked her own panties into her pocket and unlocked the door of the storeroom. “Back to work, eh?” and the pair of them left.

Prologue:
When Robin returned to the changing room, all sweaty after her workout, she discovered her thong was gone. The panty thief had struck again. At least she had some going out underwear back at her flat (although they probably wouldn’t stay on for very long tonight). She was a bit embarrassed to mention it to the staff at the gym and looked at the other gym users with suspicion as she left. Could a man have got into the ladies changing room? She smiled at Sandra on the desk as she left “Goodnight, see you soon”

“Thanks for coming, Robin. Have a good night”

Chapter 2

Sandra was in another world as she wandered around the gym doing things she had to do. All the while she was so aware of Robin’s thing that she was wearing. It felt different to her everyday knickers. As she walked the air-conditioned air made goose bumps on the exposed flesh the thong revealed. Her loose nylon gym shorts brushed her bare flesh in a most arousing way. She could feel the thin strip of material riding up between her buttocks and the sodden gusset squelching against her neatly trimmed pussy.

One by one the gym members drifted away and Paul and Sandra tidied up to close the gym for the night.

“Still got her thong on, have you? Asked Paul

“Mmmm, hmmm” hummed Sandra and cheekily gave him a flash down the waistband of her shorts. “Feels bloody lovely, I can tell you”.

“I’m actually horny again” said Paul. “I think I’ll have to see if Lorna wants an early night when I get home!”

“Really? Do you remember what we spoke about the other day? Dare you to do it. Give us your phone and I’ll set it up”
Paul handed Sandra his mobile and she set to work adjusting the settings. “OK, my number is on speed dial, one key call… and the screen won’t show anything. Now promise you’ll do it?”

“If I can, I will” Paul replied.

Sandra slapped his bum and picked up her bag. “See you tomorrow – but I’ll call you later!” and she left the gym.

All the way home, Sandra thought of Robin working out in the gym, her fit body all toned and supple. She dreamt of kissing her warm lips and running her hands over Robin’s naked body…or would she prefer some nice underwear?

By the time the bus got to her stop, Sandra was a dripping mess of desire. Between her legs felt like hot jelly – all wet, slippery and aching to be touched. As she got out of her seat, she felt Robin’s thing moving against her, touching her most intimate parts as she stepped onto the pavement.

Sandra couldn’t get the key into the door quick enough and she raced up the stairs of her flat. She headed straight for the bedroom where she peeled off her top and unclipped her bra. Her breasts were pert and the nipples stood out in anticipation. She took off her shorts and stood in front of the mirror in only the thong. The thong that had been next to Robin’s pussy and had Paul’s cum in it was now against her sopping wet pussy. She ran her hands over her body, feeling her hips, the curve of her bum cheeks and up her sides to cup her boobs.

Bending down, she reached into her bedside cabinet and at the back found a large pink penis shaped vibrator at least 7 inches long and quite thick.

Picking her phone out of her pocket she lay down on the bed and saw her reflection in the wardrobe mirror opposite. Propping herself up on pillows, she ran a finger over the outline of her labia in the damp material. She circled her clit a few times and then moved the small patch of material to one side.

The tip of the vibrator nudged its way between her inner lips more easily that it had ever done. She was more than ready for this. It’s thick head stretched her entrance and the vibrator slid deep into Sandra’s sex. She sighed and let out a deep breath as it filled her. Her pussy was running with juices and the rubber shaft slid in and out of her easily.

She thought of Robin and what her pussy might feel like. She remembered wanking Paul off earlier that evening – he must be about the same size as this toy. For a moment she fantasised about him filling her up and then remembered the mobile by her side.

As she slid the toy in and out of herself she found Paul’s number and rang it.

“You at home, Paul?”. “Yeah, just got in” he said
“You on your own?”. “Yes, Lorna’s upstairs having a bath. Why?”

“Do you think she’d mind if she knew I was calling you, lying on my bed, almost naked…..just a black thong on…….a very wet black thong……with your spunk on it Paul?”

“Really, is that so?” Paul replied, trying to sound innocent.

“I’m so fucking horny, Paul, I just had to come home and sort myself out”

Paul’s cock stirred in his pants as he imagined her almost naked. His work colleague was fit and he often imagined what he’d like to do with her if he wasn’t engaged to Lorna.

“You will do what we talked about later, won’t you?” Sandra demanded. “Yes” agreed Paul.

“Good. Well in the meantime you’ll just have to listen to me…” and Sandra put the phone down on the bed and continued to slide the vibrator in and out of her pussy. Her wet labia clung to the toy on each outstroke and she rubbed her clitoris as it slid back in.

In his house, Paul found himself listening to the buzzing of the vibrator, it’s note changing rhythmically as it slid in and out of Sandra’s pussy. He could hear her panting and moaning in the background, her breaths quickening as her orgasm approached. His cock was rock hard as he was made to listen in on her most intimate moment - a young woman pleasuring herself and getting off on wearing Robin’s stolen thong and making him, an engaged man, listen.

As he stood in his lounge Paul heard Sandra’s cries and shouts as she climaxed. Sandra buried the toy deep in her and felt it’s buzzing tip touch the deepest parts of her. Her eyes rolled back in her head and then she collapsed back onto the bed.

A noise at the top of the stairs distracted Paul from the phone. He hung up and looked to where Lorna was wrapped in a towel, her long dark hair wet from the bath.

“Hi gorgeous. Would you like me to come up and dry you off?” he asked.

Lorna smiled and nodded and slipping the mobile into his pocket, Paul turned the lounge light off and headed up the stairs.

Chapter 3

Sandra eased the vibrator from between her pussy lips and went through to the bathroom. She decided to take a very quick shower while Paul got his fiancé warmed up. She rubbed shower gel all over herself and quickly rinsed off. Wrapping a towel around her, she returned to the bedroom and checked her mobile phone. No call yet. Paul better do as he promised.

Sandra picked up the black thong on the floor and inspected it. It was damp and sticky and smelt of raw sex. She couldn’t help running her tongue over the gusset again, tasting her own juices and those of Paul and Robin.

At Paul’s house, he and Lorna had gone upstairs and under the excuse of towelling her off. He had massaged her all over and touched every part of her small frame. Lorna was petite but had curvy hips and full bosoms. Her long dark hair tumbled over her shoulders and she loved the size difference between her petite body and Paul’s large muscular frame.

They were kissing passionately now and Lorna ran her hands over Paul’s body. His hands ran down her back and squeezed her soft bottom. He brought it up her side and cupped her left breast in his hand, feeling the nipple hard against his palm.

Paul instructed Lorna to move on the bed and as she lay back and spread her legs, he moved a box of tissues on the bedside cabinet. As he did, he managed to push the “1” button on his phone which silently rang Sandra.

Sandra took the call and instantly heard the sound of Lorna’s heavy breathing as Paul lapped at her pussy. She was obviously quite vocal and was whimpering and mewing as her fiancé probed the wet folds of her cunt with his tongue and lips.

Paul was working his mouth around Lorna’s pussy like he hadn’t seen her for days. He ran his tongue up to her clit, circled it and then down again past her opening and licked around her anus. She gasped every time he licked her there and she begged him to do it more.

Sandra listened intently as she eavesdropped on the two lovers.

Paul’s wet tongue slurped up and down Lorna’s slit, wriggling between her puffy labia and regularly diving in to probe her entrance. Inside he could taste her juices and feel the tightness of her pussy. As he licked, one hand reached up and grasped her breast. Lorna swung her feet onto Paul’s shoulder blades to allow him better access as she gave herself up to his licking.

Sandra poured a glass of cold white wine and settled back on the bed with the volume on her mobile set to maximum. Between her legs she could feel herself becoming wet all over again.

Soon Paul was ready to take things further, so taking both her ankles in one hand he held her feet high in the air and pointed his throbbing dick towards Lorna’s exposed pussy. He teased her entrance, slipping the tip of his cock in and out of her, getting its tip lubricated with her juices. As he tested her entrance, he rubbed her clitoris with his thumb. She gazed up at him with big dark eyes, her jaw dropping open slightly and her breathing coming in pants now. He kept up the double stimulation until Lorna arched her back and gasped out loud as her orgasm hit her.

Paul slid forward, entering her still-pulsing pussy until he was balls deep inside her. They embraced and Lorna hung on to him as he slid back and forward in her. Still kissing, he worked his hips back and forth, each time filling her tight pussy and then drawing all the way out until his cock was slick with her juices all the way down his shaft.

Sandra listened in intently – she could hear Paul’s gasps and pants too now as well as Lorna’s more feminine squeals of joy. Her hand strayed down to her pussy and idly toyed with her clit and swollen lips as she listened to her work colleague fuck his fiancé.

Paul was crouched over her, sliding his length in and out of Lorna. With each thrust she rocked on the mattress. Her large boobs jiggled about with the motion of their fucking. Lorna ran her hands over Paul’s back and buttocks, her nails scratching and leaving red marks but not breaking the skin.

Paul leaned forward and kissed her passionately as he felt his cock start to swell. The head of his cock grew even bigger deep inside Lorna and he knew he would cum inside her very soon.

Lorna too sensed this. She felt the goosebumps on his buttocks that signalled the approaching climax.

“Come on, baby. Come on, baby,” she urged him as he drove himself into her one last time. Their bodies met and he ground himself against her clitoris as the first jet of spunk shot from him. His cock head rubbed against her cervix as he ejaculated and Lorna tipped over the edge again as she was filled with his warm cum.

Sandra heard their cries and knew they were both cumming. Rubbing herself again she joined them in orgasm as she listened in secretly. As the lovers began whispering to each other, Sandra hung up the call on her mobile phone, leaving them to their romantic nonsense.

What would she tell Paul tomorrow? That she heard and enjoyed them of course but also she was looking forward to seeing Robin back at the gym again.

The End (or to be continued? Let me know)