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Ladies, stolen knickers

Had 3 pair disappear over the course of 2 weeks several years ago while we had a crew re-roofing our house. We had given the access to our basement bathroom for their needs. I never gave it much thought at the time but our laundry chute dropped into a bin in that bathroom. I realized something was up when my favorite black lace ones weren't in the mix even though I had worn them on Sunday night for a special occasion and tossed them and some thigh highs and other items down the chute Monday just before noon.
 
Suspicion

I had no idea that day but when Bill got home that night and I told him he joked that one of the roofers took them. I thought he was crazy but then he suggested I should drop more down the chute when I knew somebody was there and see what happens. I tried it when I would hear someone going down there but the first few times all was well.

Bill then came up with the idea of perhaps giving them a little peek of the "whale tail" while out in the yard tending the flowers. A great idea, he can be so smart sometimes. My thought was how to show it off, one of Bill's old t-shirts I had cut off for hot days, Daisy Dukes and a fluorescent green thong should work. It got their attention alright, work slowed down up there pretty quick and didn't restart for the several minutes I was bending and pruning and weeding. Then the raking which brought on a break for them to come down and grab some cold drinks and a smoke. I think my bouncing titties might have had something to do with that too.

The unexpected fun part came when I went to water the flowers. I had set the sprinkler on the wall edge and when I turned the water on it fell over. Not thinking, I ran over and set it up right. Stupid me forgot to turn the water off and I got soaked. Old white t-shirts don't hide much when wet, that and their stares from earlier already had the old nips poking out pretty good. None of them had seen the mistake I had made till I rounded the corner to head in the house.

I thought they were back on the roof because of all the noise from the ladders but I was wrong. All the noise was them just moving them over several feet. One ladder was right in front of the door I was heading to. Oops, no way to get by it till it was moved and the front was locked. In my rush to get in I forgot about the basement door but by then the show was already on and the audience was staring. This was quite different than the few wet T contests I had been in (and never won sadly) it was much more personal and a bit scary. The one guy partway up the ladder wasn't sure if he should go up or come down to move it, at least that was what I first thought, later I realized that from his height the v neck of the wet shirt gave him a pretty good view of the valley as I tugged it away from myself a bit.

I finally got in after their several minutes of ladder wrangling and chatter and my begging to get by so I could get out of my wet clothes. As I peeled every thing off I found out the thong was wetter than it should have been because the Dukes were hardly damp from the sprinkler. Maybe I misread the scary as being more excited from the show than I thought. As I stood there naked I realized I was very excited by what had happened and something needed to be done to relieve it. Then I heard the basement door open and close. Relief had to wait for a bit. I stood still, peering down the chute where everything had just been tossed and waited to see what would happen. I heard whoever it was lift the seat, I heard the zipper pulled, I heard the rustle of clothes, then the long "AHHHHHH' and the splash of a hose running full steam for what seemed several minutes but in reality was only twenty seconds or so. I remember hearing my husband and friends joking about a big hose empties quickly. My mind is like a gutter sometimes. Then quiet for a moment.

I thought maybe I had been heard by him. Then a small shuffling noise and as I stared down the chute a hand came into view. It moved the t-shirt aside a bit and there was the bright green thong. I was stunned as the other hand came into view to grab the prize, two hands opening and spreading the material, then lifting it from my view. I couldn't move if I wanted to, I was rooted there. Then the deep heavy inhale of breath.

My gutter mind went into vivid overdrive with a vision of someone's face buried deep in the moistness. A few more deep inhales then the shuffling noise. All I could see was a bit of shadow, he had stepped to the sink. The silence was broken by the faucet turning on. The shadow moved a bit, it was hard to see but it seemed to be shaking. It was very feint but I heard what sounded like some heavy breathing over the rush of the water. The shadow shivered for a while as the breathing got quicker, then the grunts and a long moan came floating up to my ears. I was frozen to my spot, bent over, my head peering down, one hand on the counter edge the other buried between my wide spread thighs. OMG

I heard the roll of TP unwinding then the flush of the toilet followed quickly by the faucet turning off. It brought me back to reality for a second, then a hand came into view and grabbed the t-shirt out of the basket, he was closer to it this time, I could see a bit of red t-shirt and below that the tips of work boots. Then my wet t-shirt swung into view in his left hand and in his right hand was a semi hard uncircumcised
cock with my thong wrapped around it which he peeled off and tossed on the pile and then proceeded to wipe off with my t.

I never heard him leave the room till the bang of the door came through my fog and I went to my knees, still holding the counter with one hand, the other very busy with two fingers fully inserted. OMG out loud this time as I shook into a total slut orgasm. I knelt spread open and shook for quite some time trying to calm down.

As I came back to reality and tried to digest what had just happened several things dawned on me, first was he hadn't stolen them, second was I had no idea which one he was but could find out by going out and seeing who had the red shirt, third was what kind of slut was I to do what I did, fourth was OMG did I make a noise that he heard, fifth was would it happen again, sixth was how much did he cum and what would it taste like, seventh was I needed to do a slut fuck, a real cockslut hungry fill me with man meat ho down.

But first I needed to extract my fingers, get a new towel and wipe up the mess I had made. Not only do I have to wash the clothes, I now had to mop the floor too. Ah, reality is a bummer once it starts to set in.

I did clean up things and did the laundry, even had one of the crew come down while I was starting the wash, sorry, white t-shirt guy. Glad I had put on a beach robe to go down there though, he really did nothing for me. LOL

Finally got up the courage to go out under the guise of turning off the sprinkler but dressed a bit more conservative than earlier. Damn my luck though, two of them had red t's on, two had blue.

I wondered what Bill would say when I told him what went down and that the only way now to catch who it was would be to find out who was or wasn't circumcised. Oh well, that is another story though.
 
DashDot said:
I had no idea that day but when Bill got home that night and I told him he joked that one of the roofers took them. I thought he was crazy but then he suggested I should drop more down the chute when I knew somebody was there and see what happens. I tried it when I would hear someone going down there but the first few times all was well.

Bill then came up with the idea of perhaps giving them a little peek of the "whale tail" while out in the yard tending the flowers. A great idea, he can be so smart sometimes. My thought was how to show it off, one of Bill's old t-shirts I had cut off for hot days, Daisy Dukes and a fluorescent green thong should work. It got their attention alright, work slowed down up there pretty quick and didn't restart for the several minutes I was bending and pruning and weeding. Then the raking which brought on a break for them to come down and grab some cold drinks and a smoke. I think my bouncing titties might have had something to do with that too.

The unexpected fun part came when I went to water the flowers. I had set the sprinkler on the wall edge and when I turned the water on it fell over. Not thinking, I ran over and set it up right. Stupid me forgot to turn the water off and I got soaked. Old white t-shirts don't hide much when wet, that and their stares from earlier already had the old nips poking out pretty good. None of them had seen the mistake I had made till I rounded the corner to head in the house.

I thought they were back on the roof because of all the noise from the ladders but I was wrong. All the noise was them just moving them over several feet. One ladder was right in front of the door I was heading to. Oops, no way to get by it till it was moved and the front was locked. In my rush to get in I forgot about the basement door but by then the show was already on and the audience was staring. This was quite different than the few wet T contests I had been in (and never won sadly) it was much more personal and a bit scary. The one guy partway up the ladder wasn't sure if he should go up or come down to move it, at least that was what I first thought, later I realized that from his height the v neck of the wet shirt gave him a pretty good view of the valley as I tugged it away from myself a bit.

I finally got in after their several minutes of ladder wrangling and chatter and my begging to get by so I could get out of my wet clothes. As I peeled every thing off I found out the thong was wetter than it should have been because the Dukes were hardly damp from the sprinkler. Maybe I misread the scary as being more excited from the show than I thought. As I stood there naked I realized I was very excited by what had happened and something needed to be done to relieve it. Then I heard the basement door open and close. Relief had to wait for a bit. I stood still, peering down the chute where everything had just been tossed and waited to see what would happen. I heard whoever it was lift the seat, I heard the zipper pulled, I heard the rustle of clothes, then the long "AHHHHHH' and the splash of a hose running full steam for what seemed several minutes but in reality was only twenty seconds or so. I remember hearing my husband and friends joking about a big hose empties quickly. My mind is like a gutter sometimes. Then quiet for a moment.

I thought maybe I had been heard by him. Then a small shuffling noise and as I stared down the chute a hand came into view. It moved the t-shirt aside a bit and there was the bright green thong. I was stunned as the other hand came into view to grab the prize, two hands opening and spreading the material, then lifting it from my view. I couldn't move if I wanted to, I was rooted there. Then the deep heavy inhale of breath.

My gutter mind went into vivid overdrive with a vision of someone's face buried deep in the moistness. A few more deep inhales then the shuffling noise. All I could see was a bit of shadow, he had stepped to the sink. The silence was broken by the faucet turning on. The shadow moved a bit, it was hard to see but it seemed to be shaking. It was very feint but I heard what sounded like some heavy breathing over the rush of the water. The shadow shivered for a while as the breathing got quicker, then the grunts and a long moan came floating up to my ears. I was frozen to my spot, bent over, my head peering down, one hand on the counter edge the other buried between my wide spread thighs. OMG

I heard the roll of TP unwinding then the flush of the toilet followed quickly by the faucet turning off. It brought me back to reality for a second, then a hand came into view and grabbed the t-shirt out of the basket, he was closer to it this time, I could see a bit of red t-shirt and below that the tips of work boots. Then my wet t-shirt swung into view in his left hand and in his right hand was a semi hard uncircumcised
cock with my thong wrapped around it which he peeled off and tossed on the pile and then proceeded to wipe off with my t.

I never heard him leave the room till the bang of the door came through my fog and I went to my knees, still holding the counter with one hand, the other very busy with two fingers fully inserted. OMG out loud this time as I shook into a total slut orgasm. I knelt spread open and shook for quite some time trying to calm down.

As I came back to reality and tried to digest what had just happened several things dawned on me, first was he hadn't stolen them, second was I had no idea which one he was but could find out by going out and seeing who had the red shirt, third was what kind of slut was I to do what I did, fourth was OMG did I make a noise that he heard, fifth was would it happen again, sixth was how much did he cum and what would it taste like, seventh was I needed to do a slut fuck, a real cockslut hungry fill me with man meat ho down.

But first I needed to extract my fingers, get a new towel and wipe up the mess I had made. Not only do I have to wash the clothes, I now had to mop the floor too. Ah, reality is a bummer once it starts to set in.

I did clean up things and did the laundry, even had one of the crew come down while I was starting the wash, sorry, white t-shirt guy. Glad I had put on a beach robe to go down there though, he really did nothing for me. LOL

Finally got up the courage to go out under the guise of turning off the sprinkler but dressed a bit more conservative than earlier. Damn my luck though, two of them had red t's on, two had blue.

I wondered what Bill would say when I told him what went down and that the only way now to catch who it was would be to find out who was or wasn't circumcised. Oh well, that is another story though.
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This is so hot! I want to hear the other story!
 
My brother always took mine, and when I confronted him about it, he said if I let him continue to do it, he'd give me money to replace them, which I felt was a very good deal for me.

He seemed to really love wearing them, too. He's my best friend, so I didn't mind.
 
I went to a military college where there was one laundromat all the students. There was a laundry service you were supposed to use, but they always shrunk your clothes, so some people like myself were in the habit of doing their laundry themselves. Because you were busy with classes and such, the practice was if the washer was done and you needed it, you'd put their stuff in a basket, push it over by the dryers and proceed. Maybe because of the honor code, everyone assumed they could trust everyone.

Something I quickly noticed, was that the women's laundry was extra special. Even for 18-22 year olds, they seemed to have more than their fair share of lace, thongs, silk, purple, bright blue, yellow, black, omg, it was the sexiest stuff id ever seen. What was weird was ALL their underclothes were the sexy stuff, you'd think there must be some plain white granny panties for everyday wear, but no, every time I had to move a girls laundry it was just handfuls of the sexiest stuff imaginable. More than once, I was moving someone's laundry when I heard, "excuse me," and turned to face the owner with my hands full of her bras and panties. If you want to see a 19 year blush, let a smoking hot army girl catch him with her damp thongs in his hands.

In our later years, a female friend confirmed to me that it was something of a tradition for the girls to wear sexy stuff every day. The uniforms were so frumpy and masculine, they had to do something to keep feminine. God that always got me so hot!
 
I've never had any stolen that I'm aware of, but I have had many pairs paid for...
 
Have you ever had your dirty underwear stolen? Yes.

Where was it stolen from? My bedroom.

Did you find the culprit? No, but I'm sure I know who it was.

Did you get it back! ...? No, he can keep em.
 
stolen in college

Back in my college days I had all but the pair I was wearing stolen when I had them in the laundry- in hind site it was really dumb to wash all of them in the same load- to make matters worse had all my bras taken too- did not have the money back then to replace so had to go half a semester without-
 
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