Caught sniffing my panties

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This is a story from my second year at uni. I think there’s something about the sophomore year; sneering at the freshers, but still clambering for attention among the sorority. As it happens I had gained a lot of respect from my performance in our hockey team, which would stand me in good stead with the seniors. At the time I was sharing a house with two girls and one guy. There was me and my two friends – fellow hockey players as it happens. They were Gemma (no not that one) and Hayley, who I had been to college with. Gemma was a shy girl. She was a brunette with amazingly blue eyes and a somewhat Mediterranean complexion. Hayley was the exact opposite; confident, brash even and was very popular with all the guys, if you know what I mean. She was quite tall with masses of long, sandy blonde hair. Toby was our male house mate. He was a slightly foppish guy, lazy most of the time but academically he was brilliant. He just struggled to overcome his tendency towards lassitude and actually go to lectures. On the whole we all got on, sharing duties and so on and by and large Toby knew his place. I can’t actually remember how he came to be sharing with us and he wasn’t there for the whole year, but that’s by the by. The story began when Gemma, Hayley and I were shopping for the weekend at the local supermarket. I along with Hayley had come straight from hockey practice and we were in our full kit of knee high white socks, short Kuşadası escort navy skirts and white tops. Gemma was carrying an injury so was in normal attire. Hayley was forever complaining about the middle-aged guys who perved at us, as we walked around the aisles. She said they were creepy, but to be honest, I quite liked the attention. Maybe being a part-time model, as I was then had conditioned me to be more accepting of the male tendencies. To be fair, Hayley didn’t exactly help herself by wearing the shortest skirt in the team. I remember the whole aisle of tinned fruit coming to a standstill when the only can of peaches was on the top shelf at the back! She turned round and every bloke was frozen to the spot, their eyes where her partially exposed bum cheeks and white panties had been. She just stormed off with her basket, crying, “For fuck’s sake!” I still wonder if she secretly enjoyed it and just protested too much. I can’t remember precisely what Gemma was wearing but she more often than not wore denim shorts and black tights, which were quite popular at the time. Gemma was quiet but had a mischievous sense of humour when the mood took her, especially after a couple of drinks. Anyway, we returned to our house and the first thing I did was cast off my kit and jump in the shower. I didn’t notice it at the time, but when I came to do my washing later, I noticed I was missing a few bodrum escort bayan items. “That’s funny!” Hayley was drying her hair and turned it off as she looked up. “What’s funny?” “I haven’t put my knickers in your basket by mistake have I?” “I don’t think so, why?” Hayley went to her little wicker linen box and lifted the lid and peered in. “Now you come to mention it Danny, I seem to be missing some of my panties.” “You do?” “Yeah!” She scooped up a handful of lingerie, as if to demonstrate how her washing had become depleted. Then, it was as if a light bulb had switched on in our heads at the same time and we looked up, stared at each other and exclaimed, “Toby!” simultaneously. Don’t ask how we knew, but let’s just say that he had some history in that area and it didn’t need Sherlock Holmes to deduce who the panty thief was. Rather than storm into his room and challenge him there and then, we would keep our powder dry. We would bide our time and strike when the moment was right and teach him a lesson once and for all. We left it a few days and confided in Gemma, who for some reason had been unaffected by the spate of purloined panties. Gemma tended to wear tights and leggings and preferred to go commando, so I guess she had fewer to pinch. The three of us convened a little meeting one day and planned how we would mete out our punishment. Hayley and I had hockey practice Kuşadası escort bayan the following day and put on our standard white panties. Whenever we could during the day, we would meet up and ‘entertain’ each other, telling naughty stories about boyfriends and girlfriends, turning each other on. Later on, we met up before hockey and found a quiet corner of the changing room and began to raise the stakes. Making sure the coast was clear, we rubbed each other through our panties, whispering to each other. We were both really turned on and consequently our undies were becoming decidedly moist. I lifted my skirt up and flashed Hayley, revealing my little triangle and the dampness there. I had made my panties so clingy I had a nice little cleft, where the cotton and been swallowed up by my pussy lips. “Your turn,” I said. Hayley showed me her panties and if anything hers were wetter than mine, her gusset drenched from the constant teasing and latterly, our mutual rubbing. We trotted onto the field, our sticks in hand and gave each other the thumbs up. It wasn’t just the theft of our panties, which we objected to, it was our privacy, which had been invaded. The thought of him sneaking in to our room, rifling through our underwear basket was a bit disconcerting. Having said that, he was still a nice guy on the whole, but a misdeed is a misdeed and it couldn’t go unpunished. It was the early evening and my hockey buddy and I had remained in our kits and crucially, in our panties, still damp and sticky from the inevitable ‘leakage,’ which had occurred that day. We met up with Gemma on the landing. Toby had left his door slightly ajar and we all peaked through the gap. What we saw was astonishing, yet not entirely unanticipated.

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