My little secret 18 yr old girl for panty trade

Pantygirl1999

so i am a 18 year old girl with a panty fettish
i am wanting to trade panties with a man who has accass to their girlfriends or wifes or sisters panties
we can do via mail
please include pics of who we are trading panties with
here is my story how i got into my little secret

I used to go to the laundromat to do my washing, before I had a place of my own. A chore I both hated and loved at the same time. I hated it because of all the loading and unloading I had to do just to wash my clothes. But I also loved it because of all the other girls in the laundromat, and I could watch them as they did their laundry. Particularly their panties. I just love to watch another girl handling her most intimate things, as she folded her panties after they came out of the dryer. And not only that just so see what kind of panties other girls were wearing.

Well one hot summer day I loaded all my laundry up in the car, and off to the laundromat I went. When I got there I had the place all to myself, it was empty. I unloaded my laundry out of the car and brought it in and put it in the machines. And I'm just sort of looking around at the old magazines, the pictures on the wall that I've seen a thousand times. And all of a sudden I hear music playing, I look up and a car full of girls pulled up to the laundromat. The driver gets out with a laundry bag, and I'm guessing that she's home from college or something. She looks to be about 19-20 years old. She has short dirty blonde hair, wearing a raggedy old pair of cutoffs. Under her T-Shirt she's wearing a bikini top, so I'm thinking that her and the other girls are off to the beach. Where ever they're going this girl is in a hurry. She comes in and dumps the laundry bag in one of the machines, digs in her pocket for some change. She puts the coins in the slots, puts in some soap and out the door she goes. And her and the other girls are gone.

So I'm waiting for my washing to finish, and I'm thinking about that girl. She wasn't bad looking at all, kind of cute. Our typical Midwestern girl. And I'm so tempted to go look in her machine just to see what she is washing, but I'm really trying to hold myself back. I'm almost positive she has some panties in her laundry, and I'm wondering just what kind of panties this girl wears. I am so tempted to look, but I don't. I can just feel my excitement growing.

Then my machines stop and I'm snapped out of my panty day dream, I hate when that happens. lol!!! So I dig my wet clothes out of the machines and wheel them over to the dryers in one of the carts provided. So I'm standing there watching my clothes go around and around in the dryers, every now and then I get a glimpse of my own panties tumbling in the dryer. Bored to death. And I slowly lapse back into my so rudely interrupted day dream. I can't help but wonder if that girl wears cotton panties, lace, satin. Thongs, boy shorts, bikini. By this time my own panties are getting just a little damp from my naughty thoughts. I'm thinking of stepping into the girls room and maybe ************ quickly, to relieve this sudden overpowering horniness I'm feeling. Then I'm snapped back into reality when I hear music again, and a car door slamming. That girl is back by herself this time. I didn't even notice that her washing machine had stopped.

And it's the same thing. She runs in, grabs her clothes out of the machine. Throws them in the dryer, sticks in some money. And out the door she goes, she's off. I'm in kind of a daze after having a really good day dream interrupted, twice. And this girl who's in such a big hurry, to go do what ever it is she's doing that's so important. OK I remember now at that age, going to the beach with your girlfriends is a lot more important than doing laundry.

I look over at the girls empty washing machine, with the lid up. "I wonder.......?" So just as casually as I can walk by her machine, so as to not draw any attention to myself. The place is empty, but still I had a fear of getting caught. As I stroll by the machine I just glance down inside of it, and I almost stop in my tracks but I keep going by. When I get to the end of the row of machines I turn around, I check the door the windows. Nothing, nobody. So I make another trip by that girls machine, and my heart is pounding in my chest. When I get to her machine I look inside and.....YES!!! She was in such a hurry she didn't get all of her clothes out of the machine, she forgot something. It's small, it's blue and in a little ball. OMG is that what I think it is? I check the windows and door again, the coast is still clear. My hands are shaking as I reach down into the machine and pull out the small wet item. My heart is in my throat and my breath is short as I unroll the little blue ball. And it's exactly as I thought, not only are they panties. They're satin panties, bikini panties. I check the tag and, they're Victorias Secret panties to! This is a girl after my own heart. I can feel my wetness as it seeps into my own panties, as I slide the wet satin through my fingers. In my mind I had an image of that girl in those blue satin panties, her butt encased in satin. I wondered if she ever *********** in them, or rubbed herself through the panties. Or maybe one of her girlfriends *********** her in the panties, or licked her through the panties. I held the panties to my face. Is that what I think it is, that smell? Is that the unmistakable smell of girl, aroused girl? Or is it just my overactive imagination?

I had to get out of there, before that girl came back for her clothes. And maybe notice that a pair of her panties were missing. My clothes were dry enough! I pulled them out of the dryer and threw them in my baskets, I don't have time to fold them. I've got to get home, I've got an urgent wetness that needs attending to. I get the baskets into my car, I lay the girls panties on the seat next to me. I'm sure the panties will be dry by the time I get home, but my own panties will only be wetter. As I'm driving home I can't help but reach over and fondle the satin panties, I've never needed to ********** so bad in my life. I alternated between feeling the girls panties on the seat, and rubbing myself through my jeans and panties. God I wish I could magically transport myself home, and into my bed.

I was never so glad to get home in my life! I grabbed the girls panties off the seat and ran in the house, the laundry could wait. Forever, as far as I was concerned at that moment. I ran into my bedroom and ******** off all my clothes, my freshly shaven ***** was wet and sensitive. I held the girls panties up to my face again, "Yes I think this girl has been excited in these panties at one time, maybe a few times." I slowly stepped into the girls panties and pulled the smooth satin up past my thighs, I felt the panty crotch cup my mound. I knew it would be totally soaked through very soon. I could feel the stretchy satin on my butt, a feeling I love so well. I rubbed my butt through the smooth stain, I rubbed my mound through the satin. The panties were already moist.
I laid down on my bed and just savored the feel of the girls panties on my body. I started to run my fingers over my ***** through the panties, I couldn't help but think of that girl doing the same thing in these very same panties. The panties were getting very damp from my wetness as I rubbed myself through them. I imagined that girl rubbing herself in her panties, possibly fantasizing about one of her girlfriends she had in the car with her. Or maybe all of the girls. I was using the whole palm of my hand and fingers to rub myself through the wet satin panties. My butt was beginning to lift up off my bed as my excitement rose. My legs were clamping together on my hand that was on my *****. I knew I wasn't going to last very long, there was just too much excitement. Finding the girls forgotten panties in the washer, the possibility of getting caught taking them. I put both hands between my legs rubbing my ***** through the smooth satin, that was absolutely soaked with my juice. My ****** it me like a huge crashing wave of pleasure, like I haven't had in a very long time. My hips thrust up off the bed, pushing my ***** and the panties into my hands between my legs. I was done, out of it. I fell asleep.

When I woke up the panties were pasted to my *****, and still extremely wet. I took off the panties and dropped them on the floor. I jumped in the shower to clean myself up, and got dressed again. I grabbed the still very wet panties, and got in the car. I drove straight back to the laundromat and dropped the panties in the lost and found box. When I got back home I thought about what I had done. Would that girl get home a discover her panties were missing? Would she go back to the laundromat looking for them, would she look in the lost and found box? If she did she would have to notice that her panties were very stained, and she would have to KNOW that it wasn't her smell on the panties. Wouldn't she? Could she ever imagine what ever happened to her blue satin panties? Would she wash the panties, throw them away, or take them home and do the same thing I did?

The next week when I went to the laundromat the first thing I did was check the lost and found. Everything in the box appeared to be the same as the week before, mostly socks and a pot holder. The same except for those blue satin panties, they were gone.
so now i am looking for a man with the same fettish as me so we can swap message me at wvugirl1982 at yahoo dot com

poth2747

loved your story

JSTROM

yes great story

Pantygirl1999

Thanks guys glad u enjoyed
If u want a pair of my panties to trade let me know kisses Brittney

poth2747

love to have a pair of your panties

Pantygirl1999 · Last edited by Pantygirl1999 on Sat Jan 07, 2017 5:13 am; edited 1 time in total

I do trades , message me on here baby

pantymesser

Hot story. Wish I could play in panties with you.

Pantygirl1999

Well let's trade inbox me here