My Neighbors Panties

Years ago, when I first moved into my first apartment right after college, I had a gorgeous brunette neighbor named Stephanie, maybe 30 years old and with a body to die for. I was 21 at the time. She couldn't have been more the five feet tall and was trim and athletic. A perfect specimen of petiteness. She had hazel eyes and straight black hair which she usually wore in a ponytail, at least when I usually saw her, which always seemed to be when she was coming home from the gym. Apparently she loved to work out, and her body showed it.

She lived in the apartment directly across the hall from mine, with our doors facing each other. For the first couple months that I lived there, I would typically just give her a shy smile if we crossed paths in the hallway, and she would politely smile back and say a quick hello or something, and then we'd be on our way. I was fresh out of college, brand new to apartment living in Los Angeles, and I just generally got the feeling this woman was way out of my league.

She came across as mature and independent, living alone in a nice apartment while I was still renting a room across the hall with two roommates like a college kid. My parents even paid most of my rent and grocery costs, it was kind of embarrassing. This made Stephanie seem even more mature, and she was also always impressively dressed, even when in workout clothes. She had a tattoo on her left thigh and one on her left shoulder that were usually visible but mostly covered, even by short sleeves. They made me think of icebergs, with most of their mass hidden beneath the surface. She was sexy and mysterious, and I was fascinated.

Eventually I got up the nerve to say more than just a brief hello, although I dismally failed to wow her with any memorable pronouncement. I just told her my name's Adam, she introduced herself as Stephanie, and we shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. I explained I was a recent college grad and new to town, and she responded with what felt like highly artificial interest. That's cool though, I wasn't trying to date her, just get rid of that awkwardness you always feel not saying something to a neighbor you see so regularly. I had no illusions at all that I might somehow appear on this woman's radar as a potential dating interest.

So one evening I came home from my unpaid internship (shut up) at about 6:30pm, and just as I came around the corner into our hallway, I saw Stephanie come out of her apartment and walk away from me down the hallway toward the laundry room. She was carrying her laundry hamper and wearing a white tank top, a pair of pink hip-hugging shorts, and white ankle socks. My eyes widened slightly as I realized I could see the outline of her thong under her tight pink shorts.

I stopped in front of my door and watched her walk the length of the hallway, her gorgeous little butt bobbing up and down and her hair pulled back in a ponytail. I waited until she reached the end of the hallway and turned the corner to the laundry room, then let myself into my apartment and took a deep breath, sighing heavily at the stunning sight I had just seen and the sad reality that I was never going to be able to slide those sexy little shorts off her.

I went into the kitchen to grab a beer and then sat on the sofa and started channel surfing. After a few minutes I heard the door across the hallway open and then close again as Stephanie went back into her apartment from the laundry room. I put a movie on and zoned out for a half hour or so, then had a little brainstorm that if I put in a load of my own laundry I may run into Stephanie again. And with a couple beers in me I may even have the courage to chat her up a little more.

I went into my room and grabbed my laundry hamper and then headed out to the laundry room. When I got there I opened the washing machine and saw that Stephanie's clothes had finished washing but she hadn't come to get them yet. It was a small apartment building so there was only one washing machine and one drier.

My first thought was to take my clothes back to my apartment and try back again maybe in 10 or 15 minutes and hopefully bump into Stephanie. Getting her in bed still seemed like a pipe dream but you never know. I made it halfway down the hall on the way back to my apartment when it occurred to me there was a whole load of Stephanie's laundry in the washing machine.

Suddenly the image of that thong on her tight ass as she walked down the hall popped into my head.

I stopped.

I could see there was a light on under her door so I hesitated briefly, but finally I turned and fast-walked back to the laundry room. I opened the washing machine again, taking a better look this time, and saw that there were indeed several pairs of colorful panties mixed in with the rest of the clothes. I first noticed a couple of stringy things that were certainly thongs, one a deep red and one bright, fluorescent green, and also a pair of black silk panties and a number of other garments of various colors and lacey textures.

My heart raced as I stared into the machine, pondering what to do next. I went back out the door and peeked down the hall to make sure her door was still closed, then went back to the washing machine. I was tempted to just start grabbing at the various colorful panties and lingerie that I could see mixed in with the clothes, but realized it probably wouldn't work out so great if she came to get her laundry and found that someone had clearly been rifling through it.

Despite my temptation to start plucking out all the sexy colorful little things I could find, I decided to only grab the red thong, since it was the most prominent and I couldn't get that image of her thonged butt out of my head. I stuffed it in my pocket and headed back to my apartment, feeling my dick already beginning to harden as I fingered the soft, wet panties.

I went straight into my room and closed the door, then pulled out the thong and held it up. The front was bright red silk that was so thin I bet I could lick Stephanie to orgasm through the silky material if she would just let me go down on her, and the rear was the tiniest little strip of fabric, little more than a string, and with a sparkly little pink jewel at the top. My first sight of my sexy neighbor's sexy panties, I was in heaven! And the fact that she had no idea what was happening somehow made it even more exciting.

What happened next wasn't my finest hour but I loved every minute of it. I stripped naked and laid down on my bed, my erection now fully fledged and aching. I wrapped the panties around my dick and started slowly stroking it, imagining Stephanie wearing nothing on her stunning body but this tiny red thong currently wrapped around my dick. I had never even considered it might be possible in any way to somehow get my hands on her panties, and here I was jerking off into them. I couldn't believe my luck!

I could feel my orgasm coming and I held it off as long as I could, wanting to prolong the feeling of Stephanie's panties on my shaft for as long as I could, but I was also still worried she might notice them missing.

At the crotch of the panties there was a little piece of fabric sewn in like a pocket. At the time I was very young and had no idea what the purpose of this little pocket was. All I cared about was that I could stretch it over the head of my dick as I masturbated, my pre-cum slowly creating a dark red wet patch that quickly saturated the entire crotch of the panties.

Finally, I couldn't hold back and longer and I felt my orgasm boiling forth, I had passed the point of no return and my dick throbbed in my hand, the head buried as deep as I could fit it into the gusset of Stephanie's thong. I moaned softly as I spurted cum into her panties. There was so much of it and the gusset was stretched so tightly around my cock that I could see the little pocket quickly fill until my cum started to squeeze through the silky fabric and slide down it in a glistening stream, leaking across my hand and pooling on my belly.

For whatever reason, once I was finished cumming, I pulled the panties off my dick, holding as much cum inside the gusset as possible, and then I bunched the panties up into my hand to saturate the entire thong with as much of my semen as I could. I even wiped up the little pool of cum on my belly, soaking it into Stephanie's panties like a hot little cum sponge. I had thoroughly fucked Stephanie's panties about as thoroughly as a pair of panties can be fucked, and I wanted my cum everywhere on them.

I laid there recovering from an orgasm so intense my head was pounding, Stephanie's hot panties bunched up tightly in my hand, soaked in my semen. Finally I got up, coming to my senses and realizing Stephanie might go down the hall to get her laundry at any moment, and I still didn't want to risk her noticing the abduction of her bright red silk thong.

I dressed quickly, gave the panties a quick rinse, tossed them in my hamper with my own laundry and then headed back to the laundry room.

When I got there, I was dismayed to discover the washing machine had been emptied and Stephanie's clothes were now in the drier. How did I miss the sound of her door opening and closing?! I had a minor panic as I shamefully realized I was so overcome with sexual pleasure I probably heard her and didn't even register what was going on.

My heart raced at the possibility that I was too late and I shuddered at the thought that I had already been discovered, but then I saw there was still around 20 minutes left on the dry cycle and allowed myself to relax with the knowledge that the panties were tiny and skimpy and would surely dry completely in the rest of the cycle.

Relieved, I opened the drier and tossed the damp thong in, then shut the door and re-started the cycle.

My limbs felt a little rubbery as I started putting my own laundry in the washing machine, almost as if the reality of what I had just done was sinking in for the first time. It's not like I had sexually assaulted anyone, but never in my life had I ever secretly commandeered someone's panties and jerked off into them like that. I was pleasantly surprised at what a thrill it was, and the image of that silky red gusset wrapped tightly around the head of my dick as I pumped cum into it until semen leaked out through the fabric is one that I've never forgotten to this day. Sometimes I wish I had taken a picture!

A few nights later, I ran into Stephanie again in the hallway and she smiled sweetly and said hello, asked how I'm doing, etc. I smiled back and we chatted for a bit, this time the conversation going longer than it ever had before.

I began to realize that for some reason my confidence around her had increased significantly. I have no idea why, but I'm reminded of how people sometimes get over a fear of public speaking by imagining the audience in their underwear. Sadly, I had still never seen Stephanie in her underwear, but I had gotten my hands on one of her sexy thongs and shot cum into it and then gave it back to her without her knowing anything had ever happened. And for whatever reason, this made me feel more comfortable around her. Go figure.

Over the next few months we chatted more and got to know each other pretty well. A few times we even came home around the same time in the evening and ended up sitting on the steps in front of the building and having a glass of wine together, but there was never really much actual flirting. I thought countless times about coming on to her, but still worried about getting rejected and then being stuck still living with our front doors six feet apart. Definitely not looking for that kind of awkwardness.

Stephanie became much more social with me as we got to know each other more, but I couldn't tell if she was just glad to have a social outlet, someone to chat with on the evenings when she didn't have anything going on after work, or if she was actually into me. I still couldn't imagine her being attracted to me, so I figured it must be the former.

Long story short, for a few months after that first night when I "borrowed" that red thong, we got to know each other much better. We were both living our lives, me going to my shitty internship and her going to her job and likely the gym and who knows what else, but we definitely got to know each other a lot better and even became friends. And yes, whenever possible I would try to be aware of when she was doing her laundry. Occasionally, I would even detour to the laundry room when I got home in the evenings just to see if she happened to have clothes in there.

Several times, I got lucky.

There were numerous occasions when I was able to intercept a pair of panties or two as she was doing her laundry and bring them back home and have my way with them, just like on that first night. On one occasion, I heard her door open and close, and then maybe three or four minutes later I heard it again. This was the typical sign that she had just put in a load of laundry, so I waited about five minutes and then quietly opened my door and walked down the hallway to the laundry room. And sure enough, the washing machine was in full swing. I lifted the lid and rummaged around in the warm water, grabbing handfuls of clothing to see what I could see.

Anything colorful I pulled out and set aside. Several thongs, four or five pairs of sexy panties, a lacey, see-through bra that couldn't really provide much support at all but I guarantee would look sexy as hell on her, even a pair of pantyhose. I tossed them onto the drier one after the other as I came across them, confident I had a little time since she had only put in the load a few minutes before, my dick getting harder and harder the entire time.

When I was sure I had gotten every single one of Stephanie's sexy undergarments in that load of laundry, I squeezed as much water out of them as I could and rushed back to my apartment, then shut myself into my room and tossed the whole damp mess onto my bed.

By now my erection was so hard it felt like a steel pipe. The first thing I did was lay down on my stomach across the whole mess of underthings. They were still warm from the hot water in the washing machine and they pressed exquisitely against my raging erection. I laid there for a minute or so, slowly rocking my hips back and forth. If I wanted, I probably could have made myself cum just like that.

I rolled onto my back and took one pair of panties after another and wrapped them each around my throbbing erection, one by one, edging myself until I was on the brink of cumming and then letting go and switching out for another. There were several colorful thongs in green, hot pink, black lace, and white silk, and I stroked by dick with each of them, being sure to insert the head of my cock into the gusset of each one until each one had been dabbed with a nice little spot of pre-cum.

I wrapped the pantyhose around and around my shaft, wrapping it up like a mummy and even wrapping them tightly around my balls, slowly stroking all the while, droplets of pre-cum bubbling from the tip of my dick and dribbling onto the delicate fabric.

When I finished jerking myself almost to orgasm with every sexy little underthing that I had, I sat up and knelt on my knees on the bed, arranging all of the panties and thongs neatly in a line in front of me, my aching erection pointing straight out in front of me like a veiny torpedo. Then I sat up straight and slowly stroked my cock with one hand, taking my time and savoring the moment as much as possible.

When I couldn't hold back any longer, I took a deep breath and pointed my dick straight out over the carefully arranged panties and thongs and sprayed jet after jet of cum across them. The first spurt arced through the air and splattered directly onto the sexy black satin panties that were furthest from me, the rest of it stringing through the air and falling in a wet, sparkling line that touched almost every other pair. My cum shot out again and again, splashing multiple times across Stephanie's thongs and panties until not a single one remained without a thick smattering of semen on it.

When I finished, I quickly dressed and scooped up the thoroughly cum-splattered mess of thongs and panties and underthings, then went back down to the laundry room and tossed them back into the washing machine, my dick still semi-erect. It was a little risky walking down the hall with my erection still tenting my sweatpants and openly carrying an armload of Stephanie's panties that were covered in my semen, but that only made it more exciting!

Later that week, I had been out barhopping with friends one night and got home around midnight. By some miracle, Stephanie was also just getting home from a night out with her friends, so I asked if she wanted to join me for a quick nightcap on the porch. She said she would love to so she ran inside to change into her pajamas and then we ended up hanging out chatting happily and drinking wine on the front steps for about 45 minutes or so. Stephanie seemed a little more bubbly than usual and I allowed myself to briefly entertain a suspicion that she was even being a little flirty. We were both clearly a sheet or two to the wind so I didn't take it seriously, but it sure felt good.

When we finally decided to head inside, I keyed open the front door to the building and held the door for her, I figured behaving like a gentleman certainly couldn't hurt. It also left me following her up the stairs, relishing the breathtaking sight of that absolutely gorgeous butt, barely a foot from my face. She even seemed to take her sweet time going up the stairs, wgging her ass back and forth just a little more than usual. I couldn't tell if she was just a little drunk or really WAS getting a little flirty. When we got to the top of the stairs and reached our front doors and we both stood there for a moment giggling as we teased each other for fumbling for our keys.

Suddenly Stephanie turned back toward me and said, "Hey! I have something for you," with a little grin.

"Oh, do you?" I turned toward her, genuinely surprised.

She smiled coyly for a moment and then suddenly walked up to me and wrapped me up in a big hug, our first one. We were both more than a little drunk by this point but I was still very moved, I thought it was the sweetest thing ever. She squeezed me tightly and I held her for a minute or two, both of us rocking side to side just a tiny bit. I put one hand gently on the back of her head as she laid her cheek against my chest. I even leaned down and lightly kissed the top of her head.

With her cheek still pressed against my chest, she said, "Yeah, I do."

At this, I was immediately confused. I had thought this magnificent hug was what she had for me! Without releasing her grip around my waist, her body pressed tightly against mine, she tilted her head back and looked up at me with a barely perceptible smile, our faces inches apart, and me nearly drowning me in those gorgeous hazel eyes. For a second, I entertained the thought we might actually kiss. But I just looked back at her, astounded at her beauty and with no idea what I should do or say, until she solved that problem for me.

She stood up on her tip-toes and kissed me on the tip of my nose, and I felt her arms let go of my waist and her hands move around to the front of my jeans. And I will admit that for a brief, shining moment I thought she might unbutton my jeans, but her touch disappeared just as quickly as it had arrived.

"Goodnight, Adam," she said to me with a sweet smile, placing her hands warmly on mine and holding them briefly, but tightly. And with that she turned and went into her apartment and closed the door behind her.

I stood there for a minute, totally confused. What was that something she had for me? Was it the hug? Was it how she laid her cheek on my chest and made me feel like a hero? Was it the way she squeezed my hands before she went to her apartment? Was it the kiss on the tip of my nose? And if it was, why in the world would she kiss the tip of my nose and not just give me a real kiss? Who does that?!