Steal another pair

The anticipation builds up as you anticipate your next encounter with Claire. You’re unable to stop thinking about her perfect ass encased in those tight, white panties. Finally, the day arrives and you find yourself alone in the locker room again. Your heart races as you slowly sneak over to the locker Claire has been using, unlocking it with shaking hands.

Inside, neatly folded on top of a fresh towel, rests another pair of Claire’s panties. They call out to you like a siren’s song, drawing you closer despite your better judgment. You can’t resist the temptation any longer; snatching them up in one swift movement, you dart back into the shadows.

You sprint to the showers, go in a stall making double sure that is locked. With trembling hands, you slide your pants down and free your throbbing cock from its confines. Gripping it tightly in one hand, you bring the scented fabric of her panties to your nose, inhaling deeply.

The combination of her sweet, feminine scent and the feel of her soft, silky panties against your sensitive member is almost enough to push you over the edge right there. But you hold on, savoring this forbidden pleasure for as long as you can. You stroke yourself faster, harder, moans escaping your lips as you lose all sense of shame and inhibition.

You’re lost in your lustful haze when suddenly, a familiar voice rings out from the other side of the door. “John? Are you in here?” It’s Claire! Panic surges through you like electric current as you frantically shove dick still wrapped in her panties back into your pants and race towards the main locker room area.

Breathlessly, heart racing, you manage to compose yourself just in time as Claire enters the room. “Oh hey John,” she says casually, oblivious to your recent transgression.

“What’s up?” You ask her try to seem as casual as possible.

“Uh, well, this is kind of embarrassing, but I swear I’m missing a pair of panties. Have you seen any…” her voice gets lower, “white panties, with a little pink bow on them?”

“Oh no!” You pretend to sound concerned as well. “I haven’t seen anything like that. Did you check your locker?” Your heart is still pounding in your chest, but you try your best to act nonchalant around her.

Claire frowns, visibly frustrated. “I did check my locker and my bag several times, but they’re nowhere to be found.” She sighs heavily before turning to face you. “John,” she says, her voice lowering conspiratorially, “have you seen anything suspicious around here lately? You know guys can be idiots sometimes.”

Your heart races as your mind whirls in panic. How are you supposed to respond to this without giving yourself away? Before you can formulate an adequate response, Claire turns back towards her bag and starts rummaging through it again, seemingly distracted by something else. This is your chance!

You take a deep breath to calm yourself down and quickly think of an innocent-sounding lie. “Uh... well, actually,” you start slowly, trying not to betray your nervousness. “I think I saw some underwear on the shower floor last time I was in there. They could be yours.”

Claire stops what she’s doing and turns back to face you again, eyes narrowed suspiciously. “What color were they?” she asks sharply.

Shit! You rack your brain frantically, trying to think of something to remove suspicion. “Uh... pink? Maybe? They were just a blur when I saw them a few days ago.”

Claire considers this for a moment before shrugging nonchalantly. “Probably not mine then,” she says with a small sigh. “Thanks for letting me know though. I hate losing stuff.” She turns back to her bag again and zips it shut, seemingly putting the missing panties incident behind her.

You breathe a silent sigh of relief as you watch her start to turn around, your heart still racing in your chest. That was way too close for comfort.