The Purloined Panties - An Erotic Detective Adventure

by Carol Gregory

  We walked back to the table. I saw her discretely slip her panties into the pocket of Skeeter’s jacket. During the meal Sandy paid extra attention to Sandy, holding eye contact and laughing too hard at his jokes. Sandy and I shared a Pinot Gris while the men drank a cabernet.

  At one point Fred excused himself to go the rest room. Sandy told Skeeter to check his pocket. He pulled out the panties. She then guided his hand between her legs. He held it for a second before withdrawing it. When Frank came back we acted innocent. Our waiter asked if anyone was interested in dessert, rattling off a list of specials. Fred asked if there was any cream pie. She said not today. Sandy said for him not to worry, there would be cream pie when they got home. No one else was interested in dessert. We finished the wine and Fred paid the tab.

  We walked out to the car. Fred opened the car door for me behind the driver’s seat. Skeeter opened Sandy’s door. Before she sat down she put her arms around his neck and gave him a long kiss. I watched Fred watching them. He remained emotionless. Sandy sat down and we headed back.

  The drive back was quick. Sandy grabbed my hand to get my attention. I looked at her and she leaned over to whisper that I should just go along with what would happen when we got back to her house. I nodded.

  When we got to the house Fred unlocked the door. Sandy went in first and I followed. She walked into the back of the house and returned wearing a short white silk robe that was open at the waist. She wore nothing else. She told Fred to go into the bedroom get undressed, sit on the chair, and wait. Fred obeyed.

  Sandy went into the kitchen and poured wine doe the three of us. She handed me a glass and kissed me. She handed Skeeter a glass and kissed him. She put her glass down and unbuttoned his short and took it off. She ran her hands over his chest and unbuckled his pants belt. She slipped down his pants and took hold of his cock. She stroked it several times and told him to take off his clothes. She told me to do the same and led us into the bedroom.

  I disrobed in the bedroom. Sandy handed me three silk scarves and told me to tie Fred to the wooden chair. Fred was naked and sitting in the chair. He did not resist as I tied his hands behind his back behind the chair and tied each leg to a leg of the chair. He looked pathetic sitting there, his cock standing at attention.

  Sandy walked over to Fred and slapped his cock. It bounced back and forth after the hit. She turned and went to the bed.

  Sandy motioned me to the bed. She was clearly in charge and I went along with it. She had me lie down and spread my legs. She kissed me and rubbed my tits. Skeeter stood and watched us. He was incredibly good looking. He was tall and obviously worked out. His cock was about seven inches long and fairly thick. It was semi erect.

  Sandy pointed at Skeeter and motioned for him to come to me. He climbed on the bed and ran his hands along my legs.

  “You have great legs. I love the form. You are a beautiful woman,” Skeeter said. He rubbed my belly and inserted his thumb between my legs. He finger fucked me as Sandy licked and sucked my nipples. I stole a glance at Fred. He had a small grin.

  Skeeter deftly manipulated me. He played with me for several minutes. I could feel warmth begin in my vagina as he stroked me. I was very wet.

  Sandy repositioned herself and pushed Skeeter aside. She knelt between my legs and began to eat my pussy. I was already intensely aroused. Sandy expertly put me over the top. Skeeter played with my tits and kissed me as Sandy licked my clit. I came with a flood of moisture, my body tensing with the orgasm.

  I pushed Skeeter over, onto his back. I kissed him as Sandy licked his fully erect cock. She took his balls in her mouth and gummed them. I grasped his cock and stroked it gently. I kissed him again and kissed his nipples, biting them just hard enough to make him groan. As Sandy sucked and licked his balls, I sucked and licked his cock. Sandy hummed as she pushed me off his rod and took it in his mouth.

  Abruptly Sandy stopped. She got off the bed and walked over to Fred. She kissed him and smiled. “Are you enjoying the view?” she asked.

  “Yes, Mistress,” he replied.

  She stroked his cock and slapped it hard. He grunted with the hit.

  Sandra climbed back on the bed. She pulled Skeeter on top of her. “Fuck me!” she said.

  Skeeter positioned himself between his legs and entered her. I sat on the other side of Sandy so as not to obstruct Fred’s view. Skeeter slowly screwed Sandy. His pace gradually quickened. I knew he could not hold off long. He increased his speed as he slammed his cock into Sandy’s cunt.

  “I’m going to come!” he yelled.

  “Come in me!” said Sandy. He did. He kept his cock in Sandy’s pussy. Sandy turned to me and said, “Untie him.”

  I untied Fred. He walked over to the bed. “What is your desire, Mistress,” he said humbly.

  “Clean my lover,” she commanded.

  Skeeter withdrew his half erect cock, a string of cum stretching to Sandy’s cunt. Fred dutifully took the cock in his mouth and licked all of the cum and juice off of it.

  When Fred finished Sandy said, “As a reward you may fuck me.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Fred said as he straddled Sandy. He slipped his cock between her legs and entered her easily as Skeeter’s seed was leaking out. Skeeter sat next to me on the bed. He put his arm around me. I played with his cock, trying to resurrect it.

  Fred slowly fucked Sandy. “Don’t come until I tell you to!” Sandy ordered.

  “Yes, Mistress,” Fred replied. He slowed his pace. Beads of perspiration were forming on Fred’s face as he tried to hold back.

  “Do not come until I permit it!” yelled Sandy. “You are a pathetic man with a small cock who does not deserve to come before me.”

  We all knew that try as he might, Fred would not be able to hold off. “Don’t stop!” yelled Sandy. Fred groaned and came hard, emptying his wad into Sandy’s pussy.

  “I am sorry, Mistress. I could not help it,” he whimpered like a puppy caught doing something wrong.

  “Make me come! Lick me and suck all of the semen out. Don’t stop until I tell you!,” ordered Sandy.

  Fred did as was instructed. As sticky, white ooze leaked out of the well fucked cunt, Fred lapped it up. He licked inside her pussy lips and cleaned her. Fred sucked Sandy’s clit and nibbled on it. He worked hard and she made him work harder.

  Skeeter and I were kissing. He was almost hard again as I continued to stroke him. I jerked him harder. “Do you think you can go again?” I asked. He bent me over the bed and spread my legs. He entered me from behind, filling me. I reached between my legs and put pressure on my clit and the underside of the cock as he fucked me.

  Fred was eating Sandy with frenzy. “Yeah, you got it. Keep it up. God yeah!” shouted Sandy. Sandy’s thighs held Fred’s in a vice grip. She came as Fred continued. “Stop!” she finally ordered. Fred obeyed.

  Skeeter pounded me from behind. I came between his cock and my finger. I then felt his body stiffen as he unloaded, his heat inside me.

  “Fred, your job!” ordered Sandy.

  Fred went over to Skeeter and sucked his cock clean, licking the last drops. He then bent behind me and cleaned the cum leaking out of me. His nose was buried between my cheeks as he sucked out the last drops.

  I collapsed next to Sandy. We were quiet for several minutes. Fred sat back in his chair. “Am I forgiven?” he asked Sandy.

  “No, I will punish you after our guests leave,” said Sandy in a stern tone.

  Skeeter and I got up and found our clothes. Sandy was still naked and Fred was sitting stiffly in his chair. I waved at Fred as I walked out. He nodded his head, daring not to speak.

  Sandy walked us to the door. She kissed me and gave Skeeter a long kiss. “It’s good seeing you again,” she told him. “I’ll call you tomorrow,” she said to me.

  Skeeter and I walked to our cars. We kissed briefly. “It’s been fun,” I said as I got in my car and drove home. I wondered what was in store for poor Fred. At least he got his cream pie.
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br />   Sunday morning I slept in. I dragged myself out of bed at nine. Sheila wasn’t home and I did not know if she made it home at all last night. I made coffee and grabbed the Sunday Times. As the coffee was perking I called Sheila’s gym. She answered on the second ring. She said she was going to work until things got quiet and then come home. Her trainer was coming in at noon.

  I grabbed my robe, the coffee and the paper and sat out on the patio. It was cool, but not cold. It looked to be a nice day. The Dodgers beat the Mets 1-0. Ryan pitched for the Mets and gave up two hits, but took the loss. The Angels beat the Senators. The Lakers were licking their wounds after their game one loss to the Knicks of Friday.

  I shucked my robe and dove into the pool and began my laps. When I swim I don’t think about anything. It is peaceful exercise. That’s probably why I enjoy it. I swam for thirty minutes before I dragged my tired body out onto the lounge chair, throwing my terrycloth robe over me.

  I dozed for a while, but was awakened by the ring of the telephone. It was Valerie Petersen. “Ms. Jameson, I have some names. Do you think we can meet somewhere?” she asked. “I’m at my folk’s house in Tustin.”

  “Call me Petra,” I said. “Why don’t you swing by my home?” I gave her my address and directions. I hung up the telephone and went back to my nap.

  Sheila woke me up as she came outside. She looked worn out. I asked her about her date.

  “It was wonderful. Robert was a real gentleman. We had dinner and watched the movie. He offered to take my home, but I said the night was young. I asked where he lived. It turned out he lived in an apartment in Brea. I think he was shocked when I asked if we could go there. He is such a nice guy I had to take control. When we got to his place I stripped his clothes off of him and gave his cock attention I don’t think it had ever had. We fucked three times last night and once more this morning. He dropped me off here so I could get my car and go to work. How was your night?

  “It was okay, but nothing as wild as yours,” I lied. “I guess I have to live vicariously through you.” The images of Rich, Adam, and Skeeter all became blurred in my mind. It had been a busy weekend.

  The doorbell rang. I put on my robe and answered the door. I invited Valerie in. Sheila was making sandwiches. I introduced them to each other. Sheila asked Valerie if she was hungry, but she just left brunch with her parents. I showed her to the back while Sheila brought out lunch.

  “Is this your house?” she asked. “It’s so nice. I love the pool.”

  “Thank you,” I said. “It is mine. Sheila has been living here since she left her husband a few months back. Have you a list of names?”

  Valerie gave me the names. We discussed them, but none jumped out as a probable perpetrator. “How long have you been a member of the sorority?” I asked.

  “I joined in 1965. I moved in the house in 1968.”

  “Besides the members and Sissy, who else stayed there for any length of time?” I inquired.

  “Sissy has been with us only three years. Before that it was Ruth Philips. She was there for several years as the house mom. She was a single mom. She left so that her son could change his high school,” Valerie said.

  We talked for a while. I felt like the sage person giving advice. Valerie wanted to get an MBA. She talked with Sheila and me about being a woman in a man’s business world.

  “I don’t want to use sex to succeed. I will not prostitute myself for success,” she said. Sheila and I laughed.

  “First,” I said, “Don’t be afraid to be feminine. You don’t have to be a slut to get places.”

  “Yeah,” added Sheila. “You can be slutty without being a slut.” I just stared at her.

  “I think what Sheila is trying to say is that there is nothing wrong with sex. You have to make sure that there is no expectation of sex. Keep things professional when doing business. There is nothing wrong with fun for fun’s sake,” I said.

  “I guess that makes sense,” Valerie remarked. “I had better be going. I have a paper to finish.”

  I showed Valerie to the door. I watched her plump ass as she walked in front of me. It was everything I could do not to grab it, but I did not want to appear slutty.

  The beginning of the week was slow. I worked on locating a missing wife who was not really missing. She had moved in with her boyfriend. I had to suppress a grin every time I saw Fred at the office. I kept thinking about Skeeter. I worked out every day. Sheila was spending her nights with Robert.

  On Wednesday I went to the La Palma Chicken Pie Shop and bought a banana cream pie and took it to the office for everyone to share. I cut a piece for Fred and left it on a plate on his desk. I was at my desk reading the paper when he came by, eating the pie.

  “Thanks for the cream pie. It’s my favorite,” Fred joked. He came in and sat down, closing the door. “Sandy wanted me to thank you for the evening. She asked if you were seeing anyone to double date.”

  “No.” I shook my head. “I’m just a lonely spinster.

  Fred laughed and walked out. A bit later Sissy called. I told her I would be there in a few minutes.

  I arrived at the ABD house. Valerie met me at the door and took me back to Sissy’s desk. We went over the plans for Saturday. I would arrive in the afternoon and help Sissy with the girls. Sissy would leave at seven after the girls went to the Delta Dog house. I assured them I could take care of things. Valerie looked concerned. I told her to have fun at the party.

  Valerie walked me out of the house and came with me to the car. “Thanks for talking with me Sunday. You two helped me with some concerns. I would like to get to know you better. I told her to call me anytime. I was usually home at nights if I did not have a big case going.”

  I headed home, stopping by the Alpha Beta on Euclid and La Palma. I picked up a couple of steaks, potatoes, fresh broccoli and a loaf of sourdough bread. Sheila would probably not be home, but I bought for her just in case. Traffic was still light when I got home. I put the groceries away and put my clothes in the hamper. I grabbed a towel and headed naked to the backyard. I put charcoal in the grill and got the fire started.

  I was about to jump in the pool when the phone rang. I went inside. It was Valerie. “Hi,” she said. “I know I am being a pain, but can I come over?”

  This was becoming interesting. Clearly there was something on her mind, but I would have to pry it open. “Sure, Valerie, I am grilling some steaks if you are interested.”

  “Thanks, I’ll be there in a half hour.”

  I wrapped two potatoes in foil and put in on the coals. I then dove in the pool and started my laps. I finished and grabbed my towel as the doorbell sounded. I answered with the towel wrapped round me and let Valerie inside. I grabbed an extra towel and tossed it to Valerie. “If you don’t mind going in naked, put your clothes in the bedroom and take a swim.” I took of the towel and walked nude out the patio door.

  The potatoes were still hard. I went back inside and cleaned the broccoli as Valerie walked out with the towel wrapped around her. I started the water and walked back out, Valerie following me. I took the towel from around her and put it over a chair. I took her hand and led her into the shallow end of the pool. It was heated and Valerie waded in after me. I turned to look at her. She had a pretty face. Her tits were moderate, but firm with nipples hard from the cooler water. She had a slight belly and her thighs were on the soft side.

  Valerie stood next to me and looked up. I was several inches taller than her. I took her face in my hands and kissed her. She did not pull away, but pressed hard against my body. We stood embraced for several moments.

  “I was afraid,” Valerie said.

  “Why? I thought you were interested the other day.” We kissed again. I reached behind Valerie and grasped her ass, massaging the soft cheeks. “We better get dinner cooking.”

  We got out and dried off. Using tongs I pulled out the potatoes. I spread the charcoal and put the grill on top. Still naked, I went inside and tossed the broccoli in the pot a
nd grabbed the steaks.

  Valerie tied the towel around her. In twenty minutes we were seated at the dining room table, eating a steak dinner and sipping a cabernet sauvignon. She followed my lead and sat nude on the towel.

  “What’s your relationship with Sheila?” she inquired.

  I smiled. “We have been best friends since college. We were both married. She split with her husband in January and is going through the divorce process. She is staying here for awhile.”

  “Are you two lesbians?” Valerie asked coyly.

  I laughed. “Heaven’s no. Sheila is one of those people who are always falling in love. Since she moved in with me in January she has fallen madly in love with at least three guys. Her latest is a guy named Robert. We’ll see how long that lasts. I have told her not to get a real boyfriend until her divorce is final in a few months. I don’t get serious easily. Maybe I will find Mr. Wonderful and maybe I will not. I love sex. I enjoy the touch of a woman as well as men. I would love to touch you. Does that answer your question? How about you? You are pretty and dynamic. I am surprised you don’t have good looking college studs falling at you feet.”

  “I had a boyfriend, but he was boorish. I have no trouble getting dates, but I find I get easily bored. The truth is I haven’t had a date in months. Guys ask me out, but I guess I’m not that interested. Does that make sense?” Valerie asked.

  “How about the fraternity party, could you meet someone there?” I said.

  “I would not even go, but I have to be there as president of the ABDs. I might cut out early. We’ll see,” she said.

  The door opened and Sheila came in. “Hi everyone. It looks like you are comfortable,” she said looking at our naked bodies. “I wish I could stay but Robert is coming by to pick me up.” With that Sheila bounded to the back of the house to change.

  We finished the dinner and bused our plates. I quickly rinsed everything off and put them in the dishwasher.