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I lived in a slightly crappy apartment complex, you know, the kind where you're just about surrounded by other people. I was lucky enough to have an outside wall. Anyway, I lived on the end of the hall, right next to a laundry room. There was one on every other floor but ours was right next to my place. There was only one washer and one dryer, that were supposed to serve 12 apartments so,in order to beat the weekend rush, I did my laundry every Saturday at 9 am, because I assumed that the drunks and hillbillies and ghetto trash in this place wouldn't be up until noon. It worked pretty well. I never had to wait for the machines to be free.
Anyway, one morning when I'd almost finished all my laundry, I emptied the dryer to find a pair of panties in my laundry. Since I lived alone, and didn't own any panties myself, I surmised someone must've left them in either of the machines and I didn't notice when I started my own.
They weren't particularly pretty panties, kind of small, just white silky fabric and regular cut legs. They looked like the type a woman would wear to work.
Now, I'm not a creeper pervert, but yeah, I love silky panties. I loved rubbing my cock with the butt or crotch panel of a pair, the silkier the better. I loved super shiney super slippery materials, and, oh yeah, loved sheer pantyhose and lingerie also. I wasn't so much into wearing any of it, I think I'd make a really ugly girl, but if it's more convenient to wear a pair of panties in order to jack off in them, why not.
These panties, while still functional for my purposes, were just recently lost in the laundry, so they would be missed probably, plus, they were nothing special in any way. At least they were clean by now. I guess I didn't want to be the creep of the building, filching panties out of the laundry, either.
I left this pair on the shelf above the dryer, in plain view, so their owner could retrieve them. Sort of an ad hoc lost and found. I gathered up the rest of my shit and returned to my apartment.
Thinking nothing of it, the next week, 9 am Saturday morning I returned to wash the weeks worth of dirty clothes and recalled leaving the found panties on the shelf for anyone to take. I chuckled to myself about the whole thing. I had acted sensibly before by not taking the plain jane panties to jack off with later. When I had almost finished with my washing for this week, I left a half full basket of clean dry clothes on top of the dryer and I had a small load of whites still in the dryer, and returned to my apartment to watch tv for 20 minutes or so.
Once I figured my whites were dry, I tossed them in my basket and went back into my place, never paying attention to my other clean clothes. While sitting on my couch folding my freshly cleaned clothes, I was stunned to find a pair of panties pretty much right on top of my clothes.
They were beautiful red, shiney silky panties with little strings along the sides.
I couldn't believe it, what a jackpot! I felt like I could actually keep these for the week, wash them next week, and return them the same way I had the previous pair.
They were so sexy, at first I didn't notice that somehow, they were still dirty. There was a little brown sk** mark in the butt, and when I held the crotch up to my nose, It smelled like heaven. I got turned on so bad, that I didn't stop to wonder, how the hell were these panties accidently left in the washer, or dryer, without having been washed?
I didn't think of that at the time. I just took another deep smell of the crotch and ass area, pulled out my cock, and began stroking my head with those panties.
Needless to say, there wasn't a square inch of clean material on those panties by the time laundry day rolled around. I washed them and placed them carefully on the laundry room shelf as if I just realized they were mixed up with my clothes.
I figured that even though it was fun, that fact that I had gotten away with doing it meant I shouldn't do it again.
Then, the following week it happened again!
When I brought all my clean clothes into my apartment, I found another pair of panties mixed in with the last load I took out of the dryer. And they were dirty, but warm from the dryer.
Now I'm pretty dim, but now I'm realizing, there is no way that these female underwear are ending up mixed up in my laundry accidently! This, whoever, must actually be dropping these panties into my stuff while I'm sitting in my apartment. The last time they were in my basket, but this time they went in the dryer.
They were black and silky, with lacy side panels. The heat from the dryer helped bring out that wonderful pussy smell.
The fact that some woman, at least, I think so, was getting off on letting some pervert, mainly me, sniffing and jacking off on her panties, that she's purposely giving to me, was bizarre, but welcome.,
This pair, I put on backwards so I could rub my cock with the butt panel, but the crotch panel rode up my asscrack. I came in them immediately. As soon as I calmed down, I had a crazy idea pop into my head. I pulled off the stinky cummy panties, pulled on my sweatpants, and carried the messy panties back too the laundry room.
I carefully laid them on the shelf, with the wettest nastiest area facing out. If the owner wanted them to be used in such a way there would be absolutely no doubt they were enjoyed. Just for giggles I swung by the laundry room an hour later, and sure enough, they were gone.
The fact that there was no uproar, no panty sniffing police dogs trying to track down the source of the dna, lol, led me to the fact; some kinky person, possibly female, was leaving panties soaked in pussy juice, again, possibly female, in my laundry for the sole purpose of getting one or both of us off.
So I continued my entire laundry regime every week without fail, including leaving my stuff unattended to make sure there was plenty of time to leave me a gift. This went on week in and week out, different panties each time, same wonderful smell, same shit stain. Eventually she sent me a curve ball and added a sheer black pair of pantyhose, with the same telltale stains, along with a pair of panties. I enjoyed them both, but I swear I jacked off twice as much that week. She included the occasional camisole type item or a lacey babydoll thing as well, just to keep variety I guess.
I finally got curious about who's underthings I'd been getting off on, so finally when I had nothing better to do, I started up the stairs with my customary hampers full of dirty clothes on Saturday morning. As soon as I got my wash started, I returned to my apartment and religiously stared out of the peephole. I guess I could've waited since logically if she has to give them to me dirty, they have to come near the end of the process, but I was so horned up by this build up, I didn't want to miss a thing.
After almost an hour of mundane staring, when my first load of wash was almost done drying, I saw her. All I saw was a lithe tan shape flit by the peephole. I was so relieved she was actually a she, not a mental taking his wifes or d******* underwear and letting other creeps get off on them. Anyway, she looked cute, young, skinny, with long brown hair. For what I saw of her through the peephole in that brief instant, I thought she was stunning. I heard absolutely no sound as she stepped into the laundry room. I cracked my door open to watch but she didn't come back out right away. I heard a few muffled sounds during a 2 minute period, and then the laundry room door silently opened. I played it perfect, acting as if I just opened my door to go get my laundry and there she was. She mumbled something about she could come back later when my clothes were done. I tried to engage her in more conversation as she shyly moved away from me and strode down the hall. I recognized her now, she was a young twenty something living with her mom while going to college somewhere nearby. They lived two doors down from me on the opposite side. I had only seen her from a distance until now. She was beautiful but it really didn't help explain anything about her kink, that so obviously went well with mine.
After she flitted away, I went to see what she left for me. I was pleased to find a well worn pair of the usual, and a bonus a balled up pair of pantyhose. Knowing who they were from didn't detract from my pleasure at all. When I approached my treasure trove, I noticed a heavy smell of pussy coming from the crotch of the panties and thats when I put 2 and 2 together and realized I had heard her moaning as she was rubbing herself off with her panties on right before she'd given them to me, right there in the laundry room! She'd probably done this each time before but I had never gotten to the scene of the crime fast enough to get the full effect. I guess the possible reason for her shyness was because she'd just rubbed herself off five feet away from me. I thought it was hot as hell though.
The next time I got my courage up and caught her coming out of the laundry room after leaving my gift, I got in front of her and quickly spoke, "If you want, you could bring your gift right to my place, instead of the laundry room." and left it at that.
She smiled at me, and said, "Next time".
Anyway, one morning when I'd almost finished all my laundry, I emptied the dryer to find a pair of panties in my laundry. Since I lived alone, and didn't own any panties myself, I surmised someone must've left them in either of the machines and I didn't notice when I started my own.
They weren't particularly pretty panties, kind of small, just white silky fabric and regular cut legs. They looked like the type a woman would wear to work.
Now, I'm not a creeper pervert, but yeah, I love silky panties. I loved rubbing my cock with the butt or crotch panel of a pair, the silkier the better. I loved super shiney super slippery materials, and, oh yeah, loved sheer pantyhose and lingerie also. I wasn't so much into wearing any of it, I think I'd make a really ugly girl, but if it's more convenient to wear a pair of panties in order to jack off in them, why not.
These panties, while still functional for my purposes, were just recently lost in the laundry, so they would be missed probably, plus, they were nothing special in any way. At least they were clean by now. I guess I didn't want to be the creep of the building, filching panties out of the laundry, either.
I left this pair on the shelf above the dryer, in plain view, so their owner could retrieve them. Sort of an ad hoc lost and found. I gathered up the rest of my shit and returned to my apartment.
Thinking nothing of it, the next week, 9 am Saturday morning I returned to wash the weeks worth of dirty clothes and recalled leaving the found panties on the shelf for anyone to take. I chuckled to myself about the whole thing. I had acted sensibly before by not taking the plain jane panties to jack off with later. When I had almost finished with my washing for this week, I left a half full basket of clean dry clothes on top of the dryer and I had a small load of whites still in the dryer, and returned to my apartment to watch tv for 20 minutes or so.
Once I figured my whites were dry, I tossed them in my basket and went back into my place, never paying attention to my other clean clothes. While sitting on my couch folding my freshly cleaned clothes, I was stunned to find a pair of panties pretty much right on top of my clothes.
They were beautiful red, shiney silky panties with little strings along the sides.
I couldn't believe it, what a jackpot! I felt like I could actually keep these for the week, wash them next week, and return them the same way I had the previous pair.
They were so sexy, at first I didn't notice that somehow, they were still dirty. There was a little brown sk** mark in the butt, and when I held the crotch up to my nose, It smelled like heaven. I got turned on so bad, that I didn't stop to wonder, how the hell were these panties accidently left in the washer, or dryer, without having been washed?
I didn't think of that at the time. I just took another deep smell of the crotch and ass area, pulled out my cock, and began stroking my head with those panties.
Needless to say, there wasn't a square inch of clean material on those panties by the time laundry day rolled around. I washed them and placed them carefully on the laundry room shelf as if I just realized they were mixed up with my clothes.
I figured that even though it was fun, that fact that I had gotten away with doing it meant I shouldn't do it again.
Then, the following week it happened again!
When I brought all my clean clothes into my apartment, I found another pair of panties mixed in with the last load I took out of the dryer. And they were dirty, but warm from the dryer.
Now I'm pretty dim, but now I'm realizing, there is no way that these female underwear are ending up mixed up in my laundry accidently! This, whoever, must actually be dropping these panties into my stuff while I'm sitting in my apartment. The last time they were in my basket, but this time they went in the dryer.
They were black and silky, with lacy side panels. The heat from the dryer helped bring out that wonderful pussy smell.
The fact that some woman, at least, I think so, was getting off on letting some pervert, mainly me, sniffing and jacking off on her panties, that she's purposely giving to me, was bizarre, but welcome.,
This pair, I put on backwards so I could rub my cock with the butt panel, but the crotch panel rode up my asscrack. I came in them immediately. As soon as I calmed down, I had a crazy idea pop into my head. I pulled off the stinky cummy panties, pulled on my sweatpants, and carried the messy panties back too the laundry room.
I carefully laid them on the shelf, with the wettest nastiest area facing out. If the owner wanted them to be used in such a way there would be absolutely no doubt they were enjoyed. Just for giggles I swung by the laundry room an hour later, and sure enough, they were gone.
The fact that there was no uproar, no panty sniffing police dogs trying to track down the source of the dna, lol, led me to the fact; some kinky person, possibly female, was leaving panties soaked in pussy juice, again, possibly female, in my laundry for the sole purpose of getting one or both of us off.
So I continued my entire laundry regime every week without fail, including leaving my stuff unattended to make sure there was plenty of time to leave me a gift. This went on week in and week out, different panties each time, same wonderful smell, same shit stain. Eventually she sent me a curve ball and added a sheer black pair of pantyhose, with the same telltale stains, along with a pair of panties. I enjoyed them both, but I swear I jacked off twice as much that week. She included the occasional camisole type item or a lacey babydoll thing as well, just to keep variety I guess.
I finally got curious about who's underthings I'd been getting off on, so finally when I had nothing better to do, I started up the stairs with my customary hampers full of dirty clothes on Saturday morning. As soon as I got my wash started, I returned to my apartment and religiously stared out of the peephole. I guess I could've waited since logically if she has to give them to me dirty, they have to come near the end of the process, but I was so horned up by this build up, I didn't want to miss a thing.
After almost an hour of mundane staring, when my first load of wash was almost done drying, I saw her. All I saw was a lithe tan shape flit by the peephole. I was so relieved she was actually a she, not a mental taking his wifes or d******* underwear and letting other creeps get off on them. Anyway, she looked cute, young, skinny, with long brown hair. For what I saw of her through the peephole in that brief instant, I thought she was stunning. I heard absolutely no sound as she stepped into the laundry room. I cracked my door open to watch but she didn't come back out right away. I heard a few muffled sounds during a 2 minute period, and then the laundry room door silently opened. I played it perfect, acting as if I just opened my door to go get my laundry and there she was. She mumbled something about she could come back later when my clothes were done. I tried to engage her in more conversation as she shyly moved away from me and strode down the hall. I recognized her now, she was a young twenty something living with her mom while going to college somewhere nearby. They lived two doors down from me on the opposite side. I had only seen her from a distance until now. She was beautiful but it really didn't help explain anything about her kink, that so obviously went well with mine.
After she flitted away, I went to see what she left for me. I was pleased to find a well worn pair of the usual, and a bonus a balled up pair of pantyhose. Knowing who they were from didn't detract from my pleasure at all. When I approached my treasure trove, I noticed a heavy smell of pussy coming from the crotch of the panties and thats when I put 2 and 2 together and realized I had heard her moaning as she was rubbing herself off with her panties on right before she'd given them to me, right there in the laundry room! She'd probably done this each time before but I had never gotten to the scene of the crime fast enough to get the full effect. I guess the possible reason for her shyness was because she'd just rubbed herself off five feet away from me. I thought it was hot as hell though.
The next time I got my courage up and caught her coming out of the laundry room after leaving my gift, I got in front of her and quickly spoke, "If you want, you could bring your gift right to my place, instead of the laundry room." and left it at that.
She smiled at me, and said, "Next time".
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