Chastity Panties Pt 01

There were many advantages of being a plumber not far from the Park Place neighborhood. It was a wealthy neighborhood so very few of the people complained about the price tag of a plumber at over $200 an hour, especially if it was one of the wealthy housewives calling. They didn't care what it cost as long as their sink/dishwasher/etc. was put back in working order quickly. Then there were the housewives themselves. Many of them were quite good looking and as far as Chuck was concerned that was the best part of the job.

Chuck was like any other straight guy; he loved sexy women. And more than that he loved sexy women's underwear. He loved women's underwear so much in fact that he had gathered quite a collection of it over the years. He collected it not by getting them off of Amazon (though he did buy a pair every now and then if he had a girlfriend) or by going to Victoria Secrets (again only if he was buying them for a girlfriend). No, Chuck was a good old fashioned panty thief. And he loved stealing panties from the wealthy and sexy housewives in Park Place.

It had started during his college days when he and a group of his half-drunk friends managed to break into the girl's dorm rooms and raid their panty drawers. While college didn't work out for him, and he soon dropped out and went to trade school to be a plumber the thrill he got from stealing a sexy girl's panties and then jacking off with them never left him.

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Chuck pulled up to number 327 Park drive and admired the perfectly manicured lawn as he parked behind the burgundy Jaguar convertible coupe. He got out of his truck and grabbed his tool bag and threw it over his shoulder and walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. A few seconds later the door was answered by a gorgeous blonde woman. Chuck had to remind himself to breathe as he took in the gorgeous beauty in front of him. She had long sleek blonde hair and a perfect curvy body with nice big round breasts and shapely hips that she clearly went to the gym to keep up. She was wearing a skintight white t-shirt with a black jogging bra clearly visible underneath it that didn't cover her midriff area leaving about an inch of her flat tan stomach exposed and a pair of tight black spandex workout pants.

"You must be Mrs. Johnson." Chick said trying to keep his eyes on her face and not her body. "I'm Chuck Thorpe."

Mrs. Johnson smiled back with a beautiful warm smile. "Please call me Sandy." she said and stepped aside before adding, "Come on in."

Chuck followed her inside the foyer of the large house. He didn't see much of the decor since his eyes were following Sandy's unreal hips in those spandex pants that looked painted on. As Chuck followed her in, he said, "So you mentioned problems with a toilet."

"Yeah, the toilet in my bathroom won't flush." Sandy said turning back to face him. She smiled again before saying, "You're a lifesaver you know. Of course, this happens when my husband is out of town for work."

"If you'll show me the way, I'll see what I can do." Chuck said.

He followed Sandy up to the second floor and into the massive master bedroom that itself was larger than his apartment. As he walked past the massive king size bed, he couldn't help but imagine fucking Sandy in it and what that would be like. On the other end of the bedroom, she led him into the equally massive, considering what it was, master bathroom. The toilet was on the opposite wall in a spacious alcove that afforded the user a little privacy if someone else was using the bathroom as well.

"Well here it is." Sandy said looking back and giving Chuck a puzzled look. She then reached out and pressed the handle and nothing happened. "See it won't flush."

Chuck set his tool bag down on the floor next to the toilet and said, "Well I'll take a look and see what I can do."

"Thanks." she said smiling at him again. "I'll be out back when you're done. Practicing my tennis swing." Chuck nodded and she quickly ducked out of the bathroom.

Chuck then began his examination of the faulty toilet. He barely got the lid of the tank before seeing what the problem was. The plastic handle inside the tank had snapped. He fished out a replacement and quickly swapped it out. And for good measure he replaced the chain too which was showing signs of rust. Chuck might be a pervert, but he took pride in his work. Once he got it all put together, he pressed the handle, and all was good.

With an easy $225 made Chuck picked up his bag and walked back into the bedroom. Images of Sandy's unreal body began flooding through his mind again. It had been a while since he had nabbed a pair of panties and hers were too good of an opportunity to pass up. He walked to the bedroom window and peered out into the back yard. In the back corner was a small tennis court where he saw Sandy swatting at tennis balls that were being shot by an automatic machine.

Knowing the coast was clear, Chuck made his way back into the bathroom looking for a hamper. He had no luck there only finding what was clearly a laundry chute in the wall. Damn...Chuck thought to himself. He went back into the bedroom and moved over to what had to be Sandy's dresser. The dresser was massive with many large and small drawers. Chuck opened a few with no luck until he got to the massive one top, front and center. The drawer was at least four feet wide, and Chuck's eyes widened in glee as he found it slam full of panties. Any type of frilly girly panties you could imagine were in there. Chuck dug around the drawer a bit trying to find the perfect ones to take.

As he dug, he moved to the window every now and then to make sure Sandy was still outside. He moved through several piles finding them all sexy but not really speaking to him. Then he happened on a silky white pair with tiny red roses printed on them and thin pink lacy trim and a red silk rose front and center of the waistband. Something about them being simple yet feminine called to him. Chuck knew he'd found the pair he wanted. He quickly stuffed the panties in one of the cargo pockets of his workpants. He straightened up the rest of Sandy's panties, so the drawer didn't look disturbed before grabbing his bag and heading towards the backyard.

He walked out the back door and quickly closed the distance to Sandy's personal tennis court. She saw him out of the corner of her eye as she hit another tennis ball. She then hit a button on a remote in her pocket and the machine cut off.

"Wow that was quick!" Sandy said.

"Yeah, it was only a broken handle inside." Chuck said pulling out the broken handle from his bag. "New handle and chain and you're back in business."

"Oh wow! That's all it was?" Sandy said looking slightly embarrassed. "I feel so silly now. My husband is going to kill me for calling you for something so simple."

"Oh, I doubt he could be mad at you." Chuck said. "Or even if he was stay mad at you."

She smiled and said, "You're sweet."

Chuck then gave Sandy the bill which she quickly paid, and the two quickly said their goodbyes. Back in his truck Chuck quickly pulled Sandy's panties out of his pocket and stashed them in the glove compartment. It wouldn't do for them to be somehow found at another job site by someone else. As he stashed the stolen panties away in the glovebox, the adrenaline thrill he got every time he did this shot through him. It never got old.

Naturally the job at Sandy's house was one of Chucks first jobs of the day, so he had the rest of the day to work before being able to go home and enjoy her panties. Images of her sexy body and equally sexy panties that he had taken kept flooding through his mind for the rest of the day keeping him semi worked up. He couldn't wait to get home and have some fun with her panties.

A little after five and Chuck walked out of the house of his last job of the day. He quickly turned off his business phone and got in his truck to head towards home. He grabbed a burger for a fast-food place to carry home to eat before finally heading home. At home he quickly bolted down the burger while listening to Sports Center on ESPN. While he was hungry, eating wasn't what was foremost on his mind. He had a sexy pair of pilfered panties to play with.

After he ate, he went into his bedroom where he had left Sandy's panties on the end of his bed after he took off his work uniform. To make things easier, when he got home instead of putting on a pair of shorts or sweatpants and a t-shirt like he normally did he simply stripped to his boxers knowing he wouldn't be wearing them long anyway.

Back in his bedroom Chuck quickly disposed of his boxers before picking up the panties. Even though they were clean Chuck couldn't help but hold them up to his nose and inhale. While he mainly smelled fabric softener, he did catch a very faint feminine scent that sent a thrill down his already inflating cock. He pulled the panties away from his face wanting his arousal to last through his play session. He examined the panties in more detail. Running his fingers over the material he found them very soft and very stretchy. The little red roses printed on them looked so sexy to him and the dainty pink leg and waistbands simply were perfect as was the little silk rose front and center of the waistband.

Chuck then turned the panties over and saw that there while the panties had a full seat there was a scrunched seam that ran up the center clearly designed to accent the wearer's cheeks. An image of Sandy wearing these on her curvy ass flashed through Chuck's mind and a throb shot through his cock. Chuck was quickly getting worked up and decided the time for self-teasing was over. It was time to get physical.

He took the panties in his hand and was about to wrap them around his cock like he'd done a million times before when a sudden thought from nowhere popped into his mind. "I'll bet these would feel good to wear." he thought.

Chuck paused somewhat startled with his thoughts. Wear the panties? Where did that come from? With the literally dozens of panties that he had stolen (and still had) he had never even once thought about wearing them. And now all of a sudden, he gets the idea to wear these. He thought for a moment and was about to put the thought out of his mind and get back to his original mission when he thought the idea of jacking off with them on would be a lot sexier. In fact, he could imagine it was Sandy jacking him off with her panties on. This idea sent a thrill through his cock.

Hesitation still lingered for Chuck though. The thought of actually wearing panties was a weird idea. Yes, Chuck was a pervert who liked to jack off with stolen panties, but still most would consider him a manly man. Still, despite the hesitation, the idea wouldn't leave him. Images of Sandy fondling him as he wore her panties kept flashing in his mind and making his cock swell. In the end Chuck's cock won out and he decided for once to change his routine up. Afterall, it was just jacking off. If he didn't like it, he could go back to his old reliable method next time, right? And who would know anyway? It's not like he'd be wearing them all the time.

With all of this in mind Chuck stepped over in front of his mirror and flipped the panties around in his hand and slowly stepped into them. He still couldn't help but feel one last stab of paranoia and glanced around as if suddenly everyone he knew was going to bust into the room and see him putting on panties. His paranoia abated and he slowly pulled the panties up his legs. As he got the panties up around his waist his cock grew to full staff. Chuck was too busy looking at his now panty clad body to hear the sound they made as he got them up all the way. It was a faint sealing like sound, similar to the sound of a glad ware lid being snapped shut.

Chuck couldn't help but be in awe as he admired himself wearing girly panties. They fit perfectly and felt absolutely wonderful. They were form fitting yet light and comfortable. Chuck looked at his hardon in the mirror and saw that it fit just right in the panties despite being at full mast. Roughly half an inch of space between the tip of his cock and the waistband of the panties. The stretchy silk also outlined his cock making it look very impressive.

Chuck then turned around and saw that the panties fit him just as good in the back as they did in the front. The panties filled out his cheeks perfectly and the seam did a great job of accenting his cheeks without feeling awkward. Chuck couldn't help but tease himself a little more and gave his ass a light slap. Several tingles shot through his cock again telling Chuck it was time to get down to business though.

After another glance in the mirror Chuck moved over to the bed where he already had a towel ready next to his pillow. His cock was still tingling as he laid down on the bed. As he adjusted his pillow and settled into the mattress images of Sandy stroking his cock through her panties flooded his mind again. His cock throbbed inside the panties and just before he was about to reach down and start rubbing himself through the silk Chuck FELT THE PANTIES START TO RUB HIM!!!!

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Later that evening when Sandy was going to take a shower, she collected her bathrobe and went to her dresser to get a fresh pair of panties to wear. When she opened her drawer, and examined the contents, sure enough a pair was missing and not just any pair but THE pair. The rumors were true she thought to herself. He really was a panty perv.

Sandy went over to her desk and pulled out her laptop and opened up the feed for the hidden camera she had installed in the room. Scrolling back the time to when Chuck would have been at her house Sandy sees him enter the room and start plundering in her panty drawer until he finds the pair he wants and puts them in a lower cargo pocket of his workpants before quietly slipping out of the room.

Sandy can't help but cackle almost manically as she rewinds the film and watches it again. "I hope you like that pair of panties big boy." she says devilishly. "It'll be the last pair you ever steal."

End of Part 1