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10 paire of pantyhose

I went on a day trip to a beach house with a friend of mine. We met up with our friend Jessica and 2 of her friends at her mother's house. We spent a good portion of the afternoon drinking beer and mixed drinks on the patio, so after a few of us went for a swim being hot and really wanting to cool down a bit. As the afternoon turned to night, all of us were getting pretty drunk and having a good time. We all had plans to head out for a night on the town. We slowly started taking turns getting changed out of our swim suits, and when my turn came up, I had one thing on my mind, finding and sniffing a pair of Jessica's pantyhose. I entered the house and made sure that the rest of the gang was still outside. I could hear them talking and carrying on through the bathroom window, so I knew I had a few minutes to work with. After a quick review of the bathroom for any misplaced hose or panties, it was time to head for her bedroom. I snuck out of the bathroom and around the corner to her room. Feeling some indescribable shivering in my crotch I smiled and again pressed my face to a sheer fabric... The scent was amazing - sweet and light, I closed my eyes and stroked my face with that wonderful piece... Amazing!

I had no time to scan the room, but found the dresser right away. I was literally standing in the doorway of the room, while I leaned my body over and extended my left hand to gain access to the top drawer. Sensing the tension, my hands shuddered as I opened the drawer. I blindly shuffled around, feeling a wondrous array of soft, silky materials in my hand. And by the way - my cock liked that too so much!

Through the years I have acquired quite a bit of skill at filtering through panty and lingerie drawers to find what I was looking for. Pantyhose have quite a unique texture. A tell tale sign is finding a waistband, or a long length of nylon material. Many amateurs will confuse a chiffon or nylon nightgown for a pair of hose, but I knew better. I can quickly shuffle through bras and panties tossing them aside, I never had much interest in those items. They are like eating bread at an all you can eat buffet, just excess filler.

After what seemed like an eternity, I had not found a thing. My left hand scoured the treasure trove like a professional jewel thief, shifting through the endless assortment of panties, bras and the like. Frustrated, I moved around the corner and slid the drawer open wider so I could see for myself what was hidden inside. But as luck would have it, as soon as I slid the drawer open further, and began to take notice at the goods, I heard the door open. I had a mere few seconds to get the drawer closed and get back into the bathroom, breathing hard and trembling, still holding my treasure in my hand.

My plan was foiled. I found nothing. I was not disappointed as I honestly did not expect to find anything. I knew that Jessica was not known for wearing pantyhose. As a matter of fact, I can't remember ever seeing her wear them. But in my opinion, that is the best kind of target. What a better reward than finding a pair or two of old, generic pantyhose, probably tan or black, in the drawer of a person who probably only wears them to church on occasion or to a fancy dinner. The best think about this kind of mark, is that she wears her hose so often, she probably never has washed them. It gets my blood boiling just thinking about it.

Anyway, the day was not a total waste. I spent plenty of time staring at these chicks in their bikinis, well tanned, and oiled up with sun tan lotion. We all were flirting and having a great time. A few hours later, as we were just about ready to leave, the alcohol started to take effect. As a natural stimulant, I was getting really horny and wanted to find some pantyhose, or get one of the girls to put some on for me. Then, I had a revelation. Jessica's mom. Duh, why didn't I think of it sooner? I hatched a plan to use the other bathroom in the house, which was of course, in her mom's room. It was dark by then, and I slipped away virtually un-noticed. I first made straight for the bathroom, to establish my cover. Again, this bathroom had a window, which I opened to serve as a lookout. I heard the gang out there laughing and telling stories. I made sure that they were all accounted for, and I made my move.

It was dark, and the lights were off. A perfect time to showcase my pantyhose nabbing talent. I found a large, wide dresser about 4 feet high. It was more of a bureau. His and hers I'm assuming. I think Jessica had a father, but honestly I didn't take the time to worry about it. Whoever lived there was away on vacation. I decided to check the left side first. And since my earlier attempt to find hose in the top drawer was a disaster, I decided to start in the second drawer. I have known many girls to keep their hose in drawers other than the top one. I slid the drawer open wide enough for my right hand to fit in. I kept my body in a position as if I was admiring the photographs on top of the dresser. To my luck there was a small TV located on the far left side of the dresser, almost on top of the drawer I was searching. This blocked the view of my hand, deep inside the drawer from any intruder who might enter the room.

And the thing that anyone could enter the room was driving me really excited and more and more horny. Unconsciously I touched my cock - it was making a huge bulge in my pants, and its hot pulsating was getting harder and harder. I sighed and went on my research, touching my cock from time to time and feeling starved and wanting...

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