The Mystery of the Missing Panties

by Emmas St Giles

  ‘And the rest,’ I said, nodding at her panties. ‘It’s all right, I won’t steal them.’ She hesitated and then her knickers dropped to the floor and there we stood, two girls, totally naked in the men’s locker room. I wondered what the men would have given to be there right now.

  I took her hand and led her into the shower. I shivered, slightly in anticipation and slightly at the chill sweat drying on my body. I stopped halfway down the row of shower heads, in the middle of the shower room. The water erupted from the head, and I squealed, jumping out of the way of the chill drops. Tentatively, I reached out and put my hand under the stream of droplets. A second later the hot water arrived. ‘There you are, you have that one.’ She stepped into the water and let out a long sigh of pleasure. Her body looked even better when it was sleek and wet. Still watching her, I turned on the shower next to hers and stepped in, gasping and shutting my eyes in delight as the deluge of warm water inundated me. When I opened them a few seconds later she was watching me. She quickly looked away, turning her back and picking up a bar of soap from the dispenser on the wall. Soaping her hands, she bent over, her back still to me, to soap her feet. Her womanly rear cheeks framed perfectly a pair of swollen, hairless, pussy lips. I swallowed, a nervous buzz of excitement filling my belly.

  I took the bar of soap and stepped over to her shower just as she stood up. ‘Do you want me to do your back?’ I asked. She froze for a second and then nodded without saying anything. Carefully, I soaped my hands and then feeling slightly nervous I reached out and started soaping her shoulders and back. As my fingers ran down her smooth skin I felt her spine arch and she let out a low moan of pleasure. ‘Good?’ I asked, letting my hands trace the curve of her back downwards.

  ‘God, yes,’ she said.

  I re-soaped my hands and continued working on her lower back for a little while, then I moved down a bit further and started slowly running my hands over her bottom in big, circular movements, each one parting her cheeks slightly and then closing them. I was rewarded with a louder moan.

  More soap. My hands returned to the top of her back. Starting in the centre, I let the tips of my fingers move outwards, then I slid my soapy hands around, under her arms and cupped her breasts, massaging them. ‘Oh Christ,’ she gasped.

  ‘Turn round. Please,’ I said in a quiet voice. She turned, and our bodies came together, our arms around each other, and we kissed, our tongues probing each other’s mouths. ‘I can’t believe we’re doing this,’ I said as we broke apart for a moment.

  ‘Me neither,’ she said, and her mouth closed on mine again.

  When eventually we separated, we were both panting with excitement. I grinned at her through the clouds of steam. ‘We’re going to need another shower after this.’

  ‘Yeah.’ She took up the soap again and carefully covered her hands, holding them up in front of me as she did it. ‘Lean back against the wall and open your legs,’ she ordered. I did as I was told and I was rewarded with a brief, feather light touch on my clitoris, as her hand ran down my belly and traced the line of my lips. The touch paused for a moment and then a slick, soapy finger parted my lips and slid smoothly inside me.

  I pushed my head back against the tiles of the shower room. ‘Oh . . . I want to come. Please,’ I begged. ‘Make me come.’

  The finger starting sliding in and out of me, and my hips started working in response. The burning ache in my belly and between my legs started to build and spread as she brought me skilfully towards an orgasm.

  Presently, after I’d orgasmed, back braced against the hard, tiled walls, she placed her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down onto my knees. ‘Eat me,’ she ordered. As my mouth closed on her pussy it occurred to me that she wasn’t quite as subservient as I’d thought.

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  Later that evening we parted outside our bedroom doors. ‘I don’t think I can have ever been this clean before,’ she grinned.

  ‘True,’ I said. ‘Perhaps we should do it again sometime soon.’ I gave her an affectionate hug, and we parted.

  Back in my bedroom, I lay on my bed and opened the notebook that had been hidden in the back of my locked wardrobe. I thought for a few seconds and then I wrote the names, “Trudy,” “Francis” and “Jess.” I studied them thoughtfully and then put a cross next to Trudy’s name and added the comment, “WRISTS!”

  The next name was Francis, but that was tomorrow’s problem. I returned the notebook to its hiding place and quickly undressed and slid in under the covers. The exertions on the squash court and in the shower had taken their toll, and a second later I fell into a deep, happy sleep. I was sure that Sherlock Holmes never had it this good.

  Chapter 4 – The Dildo Trap

  The next morning I woke up and lay in bed thinking about Francis, and what to do about him. Whatever I decided, it was going to have to be that day, as it was the only one in the week that he could be almost guaranteed to get home an hour before the others. The dominatrix in me was tempted to enslave him and then order him to tell me whether he had stolen Trudy’s panties, but although I loved Dean, a lot, my experience with him was that submissive men could be very demanding, and I didn’t feel I could cope with two slaves. So I needed to come up with a different plan. I lay on my back, naked under my bedclothes and stared at the ceiling while I thought. Presently I smiled and nodded to myself. That was it. It was a little bit risky, and very, very exciting, but as the saying went, “fortune favours the brave.”

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  The day at college passed slowly in a haze of nerves and of building sexual excitement at the thought of what I was going to do. Then, after the first period of my afternoon lecture, on the sonnet form and its place in modern verse, I complained of a stomach ache and left, having extracted a promise from my friend, Tina, that I could copy her notes.

  The house was empty, and as I let myself in through the front door I glanced at my watch. I had just under thirty minutes before Francis was due back, assuming that he followed his usual routine. I headed for my room and chucked my college bag into the corner. Then I stripped, leaving my clothes where they fell. Naked, I crossed to my own underwear drawer, opened it, and felt under the layers of soft, black and white lace, cotton and satin. My hand closed on something long and hard. I pulled it out and twisted the bottom end. It came to life in my hand with a barely audible buzz, a wave of powerful vibrations sending a tingle through my fingers. I nodded, satisfied, and squeezed it affectionately—every girl should have a dildo.

  Twenty minutes left. I returned to the living room and sat down on the settee, resisting an urge to run back to my bedroom before Francis arrived. ‘I need to be more turned on,’ I said to myself, and I lay back on the cushions and opened my legs, positioning the dildo in between my pussy lips. Another twist and my long, hard friend started doing its magic on me, pulses of pleasure buzzing through my most intimate, female parts. ‘Yes, that is really it,’ I moaned. Almost without thinking I started sliding it into my well lubricated tunnel, and then jerked it back out. It wouldn’t do to come before Francis arrived home.

  Five minutes. For the last fifteen minutes I had given myself little tasters of the pleasure to come, touching the very tip of my clitoris with vibrating tip of the dildo every few minutes. And I was burning with sexual excitement.

  Two minutes. I adjusted my position on the settee, shifting slightly to the right to give Francis the perfect view as he came through the door, and sliding my bottom a little bit further down the cushion so I could part my legs just a little bit further, if that was possible.

  One minute. I heard the sound of a key in the front door. He was early, and it was too late for second thoughts. The scene was set, so I decided I might as well enjoy myself.

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  The front door closed with a click, and I switched on the dildo once again, stretched my inside thighs to open my legs as far as they would possibly go, and slid the buzzing sex aid all the way inside. I gasped, letting the vibrations fill my belly
for a second that felt like it was lasting forever, then I removed it almost all the way, paused, and slid it back in again. There was still no sign of him, and it occurred to me that he might go straight to his bedroom, never knowing what he was missing in the living room. I started pumping the dildo in and out, and I put my head back and let out a long, moaning cry. ‘OH GOD YES!’ If he didn’t hear that then he must be deaf.

  As the long shaft, glistening with my pussy’s own female lubricant, was sliding back into me yet again, the door opened. He started talking before he had entered the room.

  ‘Antigone? Is that you? Is something wro . . .’ The sentence came to a sudden and abrupt halt as he came around the door.

  ‘Jesus Christ!’

  I extracted the dildo, making sure I held it up where he could see it, then I held the pose with my legs apart for a moment before sitting up, trying to look suitably shocked and embarrassed. ‘Oh no! I’m so sorry Francis.’ I pushed my tits out. Didn’t want him missing those. ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,’ I repeated. ‘I’d forgotten anyone was due home.’ He stared at my tits, his eyes wide in shock, and probably in response to the sexual excitement blazing through him. I imagined his penis stiffening in his pants, throbbing incessantly.

  With a mumbled apology he started backing out of the room.

  ‘No, don’t go, I need to explain.’ I jumped up and grabbed his wrist, guiding him to the settee. He sat there, trying not to look at the naked, female body sitting only inches away from him. ‘You see, I miss my boyfriend, and well, this . . .’ I held up the still glistening dildo in front of him, ‘. . . this seemed like a good idea.’

  ‘I understand,’ he said, his voice trembling slightly, his gaze still fixed on the dildo.

  ‘I’m so embarrassed,’ I said, shaking my head and edging closer to him. His nostrils twitched as my perfume, mixed with the scent of my female excitement, reached him. Despite himself, his eyes swivelled to the side, drawn to me. Then he shook his head, as if he was trying to clear it, and he stood up.

  ‘I’d better go,’ he said, his voice laced with reluctance.

  ‘All right,’ I said. I jumped up, and before he had a chance to leave the room I threw my arms around him and hugged him, pulling him in, pushing my tits against his chest. What I hoped was the biggest erection he’d ever had pushed against my belly. ‘Thank you for being so understanding,’ I added, still holding him, and letting my body do its work.

  ‘I’d better go,’ he repeated, but I knew now that wasn’t going to happen. I counted to ten, slowly, and then I relaxed my hug and I slid slowly down on to my knees in front of him.

  ‘I’m really grateful that you’ve been so understanding,’ I said, as I unzipped him. These were just words to keep him standing there, the first ones that came into my head. I undid the button on his trousers and slipped them down to his knees. His underpants were like a tent, bulging outwards. I trailed my hand across the tight expanse of material, stroking the hidden head of his manhood, and I was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath and a moan. Moving slowly and deliberately, I freed his penis from its prison. It was long and thick, and there was a thick, droplet of semen oozing from the bulging, purple head.

  ‘Really grateful,’ I repeated, and circling the base of his shaft with the thumb and forefinger of my right hand I titled it upwards slightly so it was pointing directly at my face. ‘Very grateful.’ I kissed the head, probing him with my tongue, licking the droplet off him. His knees trembled.

  ‘Tell me about Trudy’s panties,’ I said, and I placed my lips on his head, pausing to let the anticipation build, before sliding them all the way down his shaft.

  He gasped, a sudden exhalation of breath that morphed into yet another moan. ‘What?’

  I slid my lips back up his shaft and took him out of my mouth. ‘I said, tell me about Trudy’s panties. Was it you that took them?’ My lips went back down his shaft and then returned, finishing with a quick hard suck and a pull on his head.

  ‘Tell me,’ I said, in a quiet voice.

  ‘It wasn’t me,’ he said. ‘Please don’t stop.’

  ‘Are you sure?’ I asked, using my tongue on him. ‘I won’t mind if it was. I just want to know.’

  ‘No. Not me,’ he hissed through teeth gritted against the onslaught of pleasure.

  ‘Mmm.’ I guided him back to the settee, his feet, restrained by the trousers and underwear that were by now down around his ankles, moving in short steps, and I sat him down. ‘Lie back,’ I ordered.

  ‘Please,’ he begged. Whether he was begging me to continue or to stop, I didn’t know.

  ‘Lie back,’ I repeated. As he settled back into the cushions his cock stuck up like a flagpole. As I climbed up onto him, it occurred to me that if I left him like this he’d probably have an erection for hours. I smiled, proud of my skills in the cock sucking department.

  As I mounted him I glanced at the clock on the wall behind his head. I needed to bring this to a close—the others might be back soon. The idea of a four way orgy was rather tempting, but it might have had rather complicated repercussions. Besides, I was nearly as excited as he was. I was looking forward to having his cock filling my belly.

  I guided him up in between my legs and paused. ‘So, was it you that stole the panties?’ I repeated. ‘Tell me the truth.’ I lowered myself onto him slightly, until his penis was nuzzling between my lips. He arched his back, lifting his bottom up off the bed as he tried to enter me, but I’d been ready for this and I moved away from him slightly. He groaned in frustration. ‘Tell me the truth,’ I said again.

  ‘No, it really wasn’t me,’ he said. ‘It wasn’t me.’

  ‘Good.’ I was certain he was telling the truth. In his state of excitement I was sure he was incapable of concentrating on anything except his cock.

  I adjusted my position slightly, guided the head of his penis a little bit further up into my cleft, and then in one smooth motion I slid all the way down onto him. ‘Oh, that’s good,’ I said, grinding myself down onto him.

  ‘Yes,’ he managed to say, his body writhing with pleasure. Through the waves of excitement that were battering at my powers of reason, I took another look at the clock.

  ‘Time to come,’ I said, and I started working on him, using my hips to ride him like a prize stallion.

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  Ten minutes later I was back in my bedroom, lying on my bed, naked apart from a pair of knickers I’d put on to stop the ejaculation he’d filled my belly with from leaking out onto the bed. As I studied my notebook, thoughtfully sucking the end of my pen, I could feel his bodily fluids slowly dampening the cotton panties.

  I went back over all that had happened in the last hour, and his continued denials of any involvement in the panties theft. I was sure he’d been telling the truth. He’d been so excited by the time I’d finished working on him, I didn’t think he’d have been capable of lying. I smiled as I thought of our bodies locked together in the final moments before we’d climaxed. And afterwards, as we headed for our separate bedrooms, still naked, him carrying his crumpled clothing and me clutching my dildo—we’d paused by my door, slightly awkwardly, like he was dropping me home after a first date, and he’d looked at me. I threw my arms around him again and gave him a quick hug.

  ‘Thank you,’ he said.

  ‘You’re welcome.’ I reached down and gave his now limp cock a quick, gentle squeeze. ‘And I’ll be happy to sit on your cock now and again if you like . . . You know sort of housemates with benefits?’ And then I’d left him, standing there, his cock starting to stiffen again at the thought.

  Back lying on my bed, I put a cross next to his name directly underneath the one I’d put next to Trudy’s the night before. One name left. As I looked at it I frowned—how was I going to prove it!

  Chapter 5 – Shopping for Panties

  When I woke up the next morning I knew what I was going to do. I jumped out of bed to get to the bathroom before anyone else, the decisio
n I’d made lending purpose to my day. As I waited for the water to run hot I slipped off the panties I’d put on post-intercourse. They were stained with my own female emissions and encrusted with Francis’s dried on semen. I lifted them to my face and inhaled, enjoying the musky odour. ‘Perhaps I could sell you online,’ I said, and I balled them up and threw them in the general direction of the bathroom door.

  I showered and shampooed quickly, soaping my body and using a razor, more because I enjoyed the feel of it sliding across my bare skin than because I needed to. Then I jumped out, rubbed and then wrapped myself with a towel, and headed for the door, grabbing my dirty underwear on the way.

  Outside the door I came face to face with Jess. She was wearing a crop top and satiny boxers. It suited her, emphasising her slim figure and her flat belly. She put her hands on her hips and fixed me with a stare. ‘I’ve been waiting for the bathroom.’

  ‘Have you?’ The bossy stare became overlayed with surprise at my answer. She leant forward and spoke quietly next to my ear.

  ‘Yes. Do you know, the last few times I’ve spanked you I’ve thought about getting a cane. Maybe now’s the time.’

  I breathed in the perfume of her hair and then I took a step back and smiled at her. ‘I think a cane might be fun.’ Then I turned and headed for my bedroom, leaving her standing watching me.

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  With four of us sharing the house and all of us on different courses, we all came and went at different times, and that meant that what I was planning had to be done today, or left until the same day next week.

  Luckily, our place was near the centre of town—another reason why I was reluctant to upset Jess and have to move out. It was just too convenient. So my first stop, just a five minute walk away, was our local Target Store. This early it was still fairly quiet, and I made my way quickly to the women’s clothing section. I knew what I was looking for and I found them almost immediately. Small, white lacy knickers. I picked up one pair, hesitated, and then took a second pair. As I turned around to go to the check out, I noticed a member of staff watching me from behind a rack of men’s socks. He was fairly young, about the same age as me, probably in his first job out of college. I walked straight over to him and held up the knickers.