Panty Collector - Part 1

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It's a common story I suppose. My wife had left me and for 18 months
or so I was the kind of sad bloke that downloaded porn from the
Internet because the thought of actually getting involved with someone
else was emotionally just too risky.

The problem was that the porn soon became boring and as my confidence
increased I started thinking about finding a real live woman. But
there's the problem straight away, I was too scared to risk just
asking someone at work or anyone I met socially for fear of being
rejected. Stupid I know, but anyone who has been or is going through a
divorce will probably identify with that feeling of playing it safe
all the time.

Most of my female friends were married and while most of them had been
very kind to me in a sisterly sort of way, inviting me to dinner with
their families always present and never a hint of anything other than
platonic friendship and support, I was starting to look for more.

I had one friend, we'll call her Liz, who was happily married to John,
the kind of woman who is very warm, always a big hug when we met. She
was soft and warm and in any other circumstances very approachable,
but she was married. They didn't have any kids yet, but she was the
kind of person you just knew would make a good mother.

Despite knowing that it wouldn't go anywhere I became more fixated on
Liz. I started to look at her and wondered what she'd look like naked.
She was the object of my thoughts while I masturbated. I started to
see more of her and her husband and they both supported my tentative
emergence from my doom and gloom phase. The problem was the more she
helped the more I fantasised about her.

One Saturday evening I was invited round for dinner. We had a good and
relaxing time, the wine flowed and we chatted after the meal was
finished with Liz sitting on a sofa opposite me with her legs tucked
up sideways. She was wearing a pair of the tight fitting leggings that
were popular at the time and I became fascinated by the outline of her
panties making a neat curve across her even neater cheeks. I've always
been a bit of a 'bum' man, not that I'm not partial to a firm pair of
breasts mind you, and she had those as well, but Liz's rear end was
very much the rounded, firm and fit type that occupied my sexier
dreams. As we talked I became surreptitiously more and more aroused
and had to cross my legs to hide my growing erection. Relief came
when Liz got up to get some more coffee and I could slip away to the
bathroom making sure I kept my back to John as I left the room.

Their bathroom was on the first floor, one of those big luxury rooms
with carpets, a large shower compartment and a bath too. I released by
cock from my trousers and stood looking at myself in the mirror while
I slowly stroked it.

A sudden thought. Near the bath was a big wicker laundry basket. I
couldn't help myself. I opened it and started to look through the
items in there, pillow cases, shirts, a blouse that I lifted to my
nose and smelt Liz's perfume. I pulled more items out and then gold
dust! A pair of women's panties, dark blue silk with lace trim. I
lifted them slowly to my nose as my cock twitched to full hardness. In
the crotch I could smell the faint aroma of soap and something else,
the faint musk of Liz's vagina. I was in heaven! The soft smooth silk,
the beautiful aroma of Liz's body, the taboo I was breaking by
handling her panties. I stroked my hard-on faster and faster and then
suddenly I was coming. Oh shit! I was going to come all over their
expensive carpet. Instinctively I caught my cum in the only thing to
hand, Liz's panties. It was a wonderful orgasm and for half a minute I
stood there pumping my cock into the cool silk of her sexy panties.

And then it struck me. Bugger! What was I going to do now? I couldn't
wash them out and I couldn't just put them back in the basket. She'd
notice a pair of wet panties in her laundry basket whatever the cause
of their wetness. Nothing for it but to wrap them up in some paper
handkerchiefs and put them in my pocket. Feeling a little bit sad and
stupid now I flushed the toilet and went back down stairs.

Hoping I wasn't looking guilty or embarrassed I drank the offered
coffee and then made excuses about being up early the next day. As I
drove home I took the small package from my pocket and opened it. Like
a small birthday and Christmas present rolled into one. I'd just wash
them at home and slip them back into her laundry basket next time I
was invited. She wouldn't notice, things always go missing for a few
weeks at a time in most houses. I relaxed and felt happy now I'd got
it all sorted in my mind.

But, and isn't there always a 'but' in life?, I hadn't counted on
Liz's female intuition / instinct, call it what you will.

A few days' later my phone rang.

'Hi Mitch.'
'Liz! Hi! How are you? Thanks for a wonderful evening on Saturday.' It
tumbled out a bit because I wasn't expecting a call from her and after
the other night I was feeling a bit guilty I suppose.
'I'm fine thanks. I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Actually I want to ask
you a favour. Could I come round and talk to you later on today?'
'Yes of course Liz. Anything you want. Can't you ask me now?'
'Well, ermm, not really. It's a bit hush-hush you see!'
'Well OK. What time do you want to come over?'

We arranged a time and after I put the phone down my mind started to
work overtime. I ticked off the possibilities. She'd missed the
panties and was furious? She didn't sound mad. She wanted to ask for
them back? Unlikely I thought. She'd be too shy to just come out with
it. Perhaps it was a surprise for John, it was 6 weeks or so to his
birthday. But she could have told me that on the phone. But maybe John
was in the house and she didn't want to be overheard. Maybe she just
wanted to chat. Maybe her relationship was in trouble and I hadn't
noticed it. After all, my split from my wife came as a complete shock
to our friends and I wasn't in my most perceptive state of mind. Well
I'd know soon enough.

'Liz, come in.' I stood back to let her in the door.
'Hello Mitch.' She gave me one of her special big hugs. I could smell
her animal warmth and immediately my mind flashed back to standing in
her bathroom with her panties to my nose. She wore a thin blouse
through which I could see the outlines of a bra and loose-fitting knee
length shorts that shaped nicely round her sweet rear end. Oh God!
'You OK Mitch?'
'What? Oh yes, sorry.' I let go of her and covered my embarrassment.
'Sorry just a bit distracted there for a moment.'
'That's OK, I thought you seemed a little on edge. You sure
everything's OK?'
'Yes, yes thanks. Would you like a drink? Some wine?'
'Well just a little one as I'm driving but wine would be nice thanks.'

I opened a bottle and took the glasses through to my lounge where Liz
was sitting on one end of my biggest sofa. I sat beside her, but at a
little distance.

'Well,' I said. 'What's the big mystery then?' This time it was Liz's
turn to look a bit sheepish.
'Umm well,' she looked at her toes, at the wall and then at me. 'You
must promise not to laugh or be embarrassed.' I promised.
'Well,' she continued. 'It's like, um, Oh hell! I'm being stupid and
probably jumping to the wrong conclusions anyway!'
'If you told me maybe I could help.'
'You'll think I'm being silly.'
'No Liz, I won't. You can say anything to me, you know that.'
She looked down at her toes again then whispered. 'Do you like me
Mitch?'
'Of course I do. You and John are two of my best friends!'
'Do you more than like me though Mitch? Do you, um fancy me?' With
this she looked at me full in the eyes. 'I want to know, please tell
me the truth.'
What could I say? How could I tell her that I dreamed of her, dreamed
of holding her naked body close to mine, of tasting the pure source
of that erotic perfume I'd discovered on her silk panties. It was my
turn to look at my shoes.
'Yes.' I said quietly.
'Do you mean that?'
'Yes.' I said again.
'And did you take my panties the other night?'
'Oh shit Liz. I'm sorry.' Suddenly she was beside me, arm round me,
comforting.
'No it's all right, it's all right. I don't mind. Its OK.'
'Its OK?' I repeated, bewildered.
'Yes really. It's kind of sweet and kind of well, sexy too.'
'Sexy?'
'Yes sexy. I mean you didn't just ,um, well take them did you?'
'Oh God Liz, how did you know? I thought, oh damn what a mess, you
must think I'm a real pervert!'
'No Mitch, not a pervert. A sexy man who's had a bit of an emotional
battering maybe. And if you want to know I went to the bathroom after
you'd left and I could tell you'd come in there. I know John's smells
and so it had to be yours. And when I found my panties missing I put
two and two together and called you. I just hoped I hadn't made them
add up to a million by mistake and was about to make a fool of
myself!'
'Well you turned me on and it just sort of happened. I really didn't
think about it first I just couldn't stop myself. Sorry.'
'Stop saying sorry. You don't need to be. I'm not upset. In fact I
think it's very complimentary that you think of me that way.' She
squeezed my shoulder then moved so that my arm was round her and her
head rested on my chest. 'Will you answer me a question honestly?'
'If I can.'
'Have you been with another woman since your wife left you?'
'Well no, not really.'
'Not really?' She laughed.
'Well no, not at all is what I meant.'
'And you fancy me?'
'Um, yes I do.'

To my surprise she took my hand opened my fingers and placed it on her
breast, pressing it gently to her and pushing her chest up against it
at the same time.
'Good' was all she said, her hand continuing to press mine against her
breast fondling and squeezing until almost out of instinct and
certainly out of desire my own hand took over and massaged her gently
through the thin fabric of her blouse.
'But Liz.'
'Shhh,' she laid a finger against my lips.
'What about?
'Shhh silly!' she said. 'I want you and you want me. That's all we
need for now.'
'But you're' she stopped my protests by turning to kiss me.

The kiss was long and deep. After a few seconds her tongue gently
separated my lips and she sucked my tongue carefully into her mouth
and then pushed it back, only to suck it in again. I knew as plain as
could be that she wanted me to take her and have her and that she
wouldn't hold it against me afterwards. I knew that this was her offer
of healing, that it would be once only and that refusing would make
her sad. She was offering me her most precious gift by using her body
and her love to help me find may way back.

Scared but excited I moved my hand slowly on her breast, feeling the
texture, weight and warmth. She smiled at me happy and satisfied that
I'd responded. She lay back a little and stroked my hand as I stroked
her breasts. Her hands moved to her blouse. The buttons came undone
slowly revealing her smooth skin, the swell of her breasts, and the
smooth fabric of her bra - a little clasp between her beautiful
titties held it together. I moved so I could undo the clasp and she
lay back to accommodate me, her hands resting above her head. Her
breasts were not large, but they felt naked and full and somehow
comforting under my touch, her nipples starting to harden as I played
with one then the other in turn. Soon I began to kiss her neck and
shoulders eliciting a little moan of satisfaction.
'That's good,' she said.
I moved my lips slowly down to the edge of her breast and then licked
in little circles, each one taking me closer to her nipple. She moaned
again as I teased her, almost but not quite touching her nipple with
my lips. Minutes passed as I transferred from one to the other of her
breasts always fondling the one I wasn't licking. Her hand moved to
the back of my head pushing my mouth towards her nipple.
'You want me to suck your nipple?' I teased holding back.
'Yes, Mitch,' she whispered softly encouraging my head downwards
until I finally took her hard nipple between my lips, sucked and bit
gently, aware of the delicate fragrance of her body so close to mine.
A long, sighing moan escaped from her as she arched slightly to my
caress, my hand circled her other nipple gently squeezing it to
hardness.

For ages I sucked and played with her erect nipples and breasts. She
lay back sighing and wriggling slightly with each small teasing bite
and suck. I knew she wanted more and now so did I. I eased away from
her, pulling her upright so I could slip her bra and blouse from her
shoulders. I looked straight into her eyes as I removed her clothing
and she smiled encouragement, moving her body to accommodate my
actions. Then she said 'Your turn,' as she removed my shirt and again
lay back, this time pulling me with her.
'I want to feel you against me Mitch.' Her smooth warm breasts
pressed against my chest as our lips and tongues met in another deep
kiss. We lay for ages like this gradually becoming more intimate as
first she felt my erection pressing between her legs. Then she parted
her thighs and my hard bulge nestled between her legs pressing fabric
to fabric, my straining erection a few millimetres from the warm
centre of my desires. I became more and more excited as I remembered
the smell of her sweet vagina on her panties but still I delayed,
savouring the sexual tension but knowing I couldn't resist for long.

Soon I asked her to stand so I could kneel before her. Slowly, slowly
I unbuttoned her shorts and helped her as she stepped out of them. A
white silk thong just covered her pubic mound and not much else. I
held her hips as I rocked back to look take a long look at her
beautiful body, her smooth thighs rising to that perfect little 'Y',
her round hips framing her little round belly, the swell of her
breasts just above, her hard nipples just within reach. She gently
pulled he towards her and as I breathed in her erotic musk filled my
senses. I moved her legs apart a little so I could inhale more of her
delightful animal aroma, kissing her pubic mound through thin silk and
sliding my hand round to cup her bottom cheeks left naked by the
little silk thong. I pushed my nose and tongue between her legs and
she opened them further for me groaning quietly as she did so. We
began to have the same thoughts at the same time. Just as I reached
for the waist band of her thong she started to slowly pull then down
for me. As I peeled them over her hips I uncovered a modest down of
soft pubic hair, trimmed and perfectly shaped. I let out a soft
exclamation.
'Oh! Liz, you look so sexy!'
'I'm glad you think so.'
'I do, that's just perfect.' And then I couldn't help myself. With
her still standing before me I brushed my nose and lips against her
furry mound and there was nothing between me and the aphrodisiac of
her pussy's moist aroma. If her panties had aroused me the other night
this drove me wild with desire for her. Things started to happen
quickly. I pulled her thong down and she stepped out of them wrapping
her legs round my face as she did and burying my face further into her
beautiful damp fleece. My trousers and pants followed her thong as she
opened her lips to reveal her little pink naked lips, shaved perfectly
smooth and already damp with her excitement. The smell of her was
driving my hormones to new levels and then I was burying my face
between her legs, sucking her little bud, licking her nectar and
smothering myself in her erotic perfume, coating my face, letting her
mark me with her scent like an animal on heat.

I pushed her firmly back onto the sofa and fell between her legs. She
parted her thighs and I felt her warmth and moistness round the end of
my hardness. I was itching to plunge full length into her but we both
stopped, looked at each other, smiled and then slowly, slowly I eased
my cock into the entrance of her waiting pussy as she pushed her body
towards me, welcoming me and encouraging me.

It had been so long since I'd felt this passion, the warmth of her
almost made me whimper with desire. Slowly, gently and with the sad
realisation that I would never feel this first time with her again I
sank into her arms as she pulled me towards her. I savoured every
moment, every millimetre as my almost painfully hard erection slipped
fully into her waiting vagina. I was thicker and harder than I had
ever been and she felt the tightness as I did. I felt the tip slide
between her open wet naked lips, those same lips caressed the sides of
my cock as I slid deeper and deeper until they were pressed against
the base of my cock. I pushed a little deeper and she lifted her hips
to encourage me further in and at the same time I felt the first of
her involuntary spasms as she gasped at these deep, deeply stimulating
sensations. I pushed as hard as I could as she pulled me into her as
far as I could go. I cried out loud because I was there, and it was
already ecstasy and I could never do it again, not this first time,
but I knew it would get even better. I cried out for the loneliness of
the past years, I cried out for the friendship and the love that Liz
was giving me. I cried out again and again as I started to make love
to her and she to me. I cried again as we passed from making love to
animal fucking. I lost my knowledge of time and place, my whole being
concentrated on the awareness of the pressure in my balls and cock.
Liz moaned, a wild primal call, thrusting her hips hard against me in
the frantic rhythms of life and lust and love. Her pussy began to
squeeze and milk my cock demanding that I fulfil nature's desires and
send my seed into her fertile womb. My need became her need, our
passion united. The unbearable pressure rose and rose until grunting
and groaning I pumped my sperm-laden semen as far into her waiting
centre as I could. Her vagina opened even further to my ejaculating
cock as she cried aloud in time with the involuntary spasms that shook
her and took her down to a place where feeling and instinct
overlapped, each indistinguishable from the other, yet each driving
the other on and on until exhausted she quietened and I fell limply
into her arms, whispering 'Liz. Oh Liz!' again and again while she
made little moaning sounds.

The remains of our lust came in little spurts and jumps as we lay
there in the embers of our ecstasy , kissing, licking and sucking, not
wanting to let the moment go.

'All right Mitch?' She spoke quietly, close to me but miles away
in my dream.
'Not just all right Liz, perfect.' I whispered as we moved apart a
little so we could see each other's eyes. 'Thank you, thank you, thank
you, you sexy woman.'
'You don't have to thank me. It was perfect for me too you know.'

A little later dressed now and over coffee we chatted some more. She
stayed close to me and now we sat facing each other on the sofa.
'What do we do now?' I asked.
'Well Mitch I want to make sure you really have got over your
divorce so if you want I'll have to come over and see you again.'
'You sure you want to?'
'Yes I'm sure.'
'What about John?'
She looked down and said nothing for a few moments. Then looking up at
me she said 'The thing is, well with John, he's not, well it's not
very good, he's not that interested very often. I love him dearly and
I won't leave him or hurt him but I want what we just had so I have to
come back you see.'
'But you seem so happy together!'
'We are. He's my best friend, but it just doesn't work on the sex
side, so if we can all stay friends it will be OK.'
'But what if he finds out?'
'He won't mind if its you.'
'If its me?'
'We talked about it.'
'After the other night?'
'No, a while ago. He understands and would rather it was somebody
he trusted. Somebody who will care for me.'
'Does he know you are here?'
'Yes, but he doesn't know about the panties or this.' She said
giving my cock a little squeeze.
'Will you tell him?'
'Yes, but not the gory details. Just enough to let him know he's
safe and I'm happy.'
'Liz, you're amazing! You're so matter-of-fact about it all.'
'John and I have a very good understanding. There's something else
too Mitch.' She stopped and looked steadily at me. Then as if a
decision had been made she started speaking quickly.
'John and I have been trying for kids for years now and it hasn't
happened for me. We finally decided to do something about it, had some
tests and stuff and it turns out he has a low sperm count and the few
he has aren't really up to the job. So its unlikely that he will ever
impregnate me.' She stopped abruptly.
'I'm sorry for you Liz, both of you. I always thought you'd ber a
wonderful mum and have a house full.' Then suddenly I was suspicious.
'Liz? What are you trying to tell me?'
'Well we have two choices. We can try artificial insemination, but
I really don't want to go through that and besides it probably won't
work anyway, or you can give me a baby.' She stared at me with a
strange look on her face.
'Me?' I said flabbergasted at this turn of events.
'Why not. John likes you, you're fit and healthy and only we would
ever know. We'd all be happy if you would like to help us out, it's a
perfect arrangement between friends, and you could be the God Father!
And besides, I like fucking you!' She laughed at the idea.
'Liz, you're just incredible. What can I say? You offer me your
body, with your husbands approval, and then tell me the sexiest thing
ever, that you want me to fill your cute little belly with my babies!'
'Hey, hold on. Who said 'babies'. We'll start with the one and see
how it goes Mitch!'

What could I do? I said 'yes' of course, or more accurately I played
at letting her persuade me, but I was hooked on the idea from the
start.

As she rose to leave I said 'You'd better take these,' and handed her
the panties I'd 'borrowed' from her bathroom. She smiled, took them
and kissed me softly on the lips.
'OK, but you should have these until next time.' She slipped her
tiny white silky thong into my hand, smiled and walked towards her
car.

'Until next time' I thought as I watched her pert bottom. Was that
sensuous wiggle for me or for what was to come, next time?

To be continued.

Darius Thornhill 2004

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