Try to Steal Panties

The others appear together chatting amiably, until Layla sees you. She rolls her eyes and holds back, not bothering to insult you, just ignore you. The other three greet you with a hug. Then you head off to the court.

You and Krystal sit in the balcony. The women warm up beneath you. Layla picks a spot directly under the balcony, one which you can’t see except if you leaned over. That would be too obvious. You’ve got three other women, whose physiques you can admire. Seeing Layla stretch would just be a bonus.

Then the women pair up; Layla with Anissa, Blair with Spencer. They start with a knock around. Blair is energetic, enthusiastic and a bit too eager. Layla is the most skilled. Anissa and Spencer are far behind. After the knockaround a game begins in earnest.

“I do believe Anissa is improving,” Krystal tells you. You can’t tell. Anissa is clearly the least skilled. “Although Blair is showing off, probably trying to catch your eye.” She might well be. There are 4 pairs of breasts, confined within sports bras, but still dominating your attention. With such a pleasant sight, the game goes quickly.

Around halfway through, you decide to leave the game and try your luck stealing some underwear.

You make a big deal of leaving, so that the four women see you go. You wave at them and descend from the gallery. The exit is past the changing rooms. They’re silent. Everyone’s out exercising. No-one is in changing. A brief glance wouldn’t hurt.

A brief glance shows you 4 bags. You recognise each one. The plump, well-used sports bag is Blair’s. The shinning new one is Anissa’s. The one plastered with stickers is Layla’s. The inappropriate rucksack is Spencer’s. They’re all out in the open. Anyone could sneak in and steal what’s in them. Anyone, including you.

Have they changed their knickers? Could you steal their underwear and fuel the cap of dreams? Now’s your opportunity. You take it.

You feel exposed slipping into the women’s changing rooms. One thing peering in, another to actually enter. One thing to catch sight of a forbidden room, another to steal forbidden items. Straight to the bag you want. In. Pick out the knickers. Stuff them in your pocket. Out.

Just in time as well. You’ve only just left as you pass another group of women heading in that direction. You keep your head turned away. Any moment you expect them to shout out. Your heart’s thumping so loud you’re certain everyone can hear it. You expect to be called back at any moment. But you’re not.

You leave the leisure centre and head off home. Only after you get home, do you pull out your prize.