Stealing Panties

It’s another Saturday afternoon and I find myself at the Laundromat. Most people look at this as a burden however I view it as a shopping trip. It is so busy on Saturday and lonely horny moms bringing their laundry while their kids run around aimlessly. Single mothers wear the sexiest panties. Single mothers also tend to get laid on Fridays. Panties, worn beautiful sexy panties are all around. I need to find my next pair to take me to my secret place. I have a thong on now that I was able to snatch the week before and it feels so nice as it tightly holds my cock in place as the feel of the material riding up my ass makes me feel sexy .
There she is, there is the one I must have. She’s here with a friend and that makes it even easier. They tend to have side agenda and the task at hand is of little interest. I try to be careful and unnoticeable while I look for what I crave. There has always been that thought in the back of my mind that wants to be caught.
She walks right up next to me and is loading her washer. She is sorting as she loads and it is like winning the lottery. The pair that was right on top has fallen right next to me. I grab them and place them in my pocket. They were silky and light. They were also damp. I felt dampness and it has gotten me so excited.
I finish my laundry and start out the door with nothing else on my mind but my new found prize I have in my pocket. My cock is throbbing with anticipation. My heart is pounding and I can’t wait to get them to use in the security of my own home where I can open up and be me with me. In my mind I’m already there.
Excuse me sir I hear as I walk to the door, I look up and a woman is walking toward me and says softly but firmly, “I think we need to talk”…