How I became a panty (thief part 2)

After I realized that it was all donated I checked back every day. It was futile cause no one was doing laundry. I was getting bummed out until the Sunday that everyone came back. The laundry area was packed! I sat and did homework in the lounge area outside of the room and and kinda watched who was coming in and out. I would see a hot girl and fantasize about what she was wearing. They were coming and going till late and it was about 1 am. I thought it was clear so I went snooping. Nothing but a couple of socks in the box. But then kicked halfway under a machine was a some piece of clothing. I pulled it out and saw a pair of dark green floral lace panties. I stuffed them in my pocket and began to start a load of laundry I brought. As I made my way to the washer I noticed a red pair of panties on the ground they were wet and had a spot of detergent on it I was about to pick it up and toss it into my load so it get the soap off and it would just mix in with my things, but then a girl came in and started her own load. I was pissed. I couldn't take them cause even after she left if she came back she'd see they were missing and not in the lost and found and I was the last person seen in the same area as them. She left her laundry in the dryer all night and I had no idea when she'd come back. I needed to take the panties when she had left for good. I woke up at 6 am the next day and hurried to the room. Her stuff was still in the dryer but I figured that she may think that if they weren't in their spot on the floor that the janitors moved them. But that's exactly what happened when I showed up the janitor lady picked them up and threw them away as I was getting there and took out the trash. Dammit. I was pissed. Again. I would wear and jerk off in the green pair for a while but I'd get bored. I wanted more. Not a single new pair would end up in the box or on the floor, and I swore to never break my rule. Honor among pervs. I needed to workout and hang with friends more to get my mind off of my sexual fantasies. My room was right next to a one person bathroom and one night I saw this drunk girl from my floor go into the bathroom. I rushed to my room and placed my ear against the wall and jerked off to the sound of her peeing. I know fucking weird. Hanging out with friends and being more fit helped but it was inevitable that I was going to be alone with my dark desires again. I was fed up with the lack of underwear in the box so I came up with a plan. My friend "Mike" had a dorm hall with a lot of hot girls so I told him that my washers were broke and asked to use his. He said yes and let me into his building I did my laundry while he was in his room. I looked behind every machine and in all the empty machines. Nothing. I then searched the lost and found. All that was worth, was a pink sports bra. I took it. I finished my load and then went back to my dorm. It couldn't fit over my muscular shoulders and instead I jerked off with it and threw it away. I really just wanted panties. I felt bad for lying to my friend but I was desperate. The same cycle of checking the laundry room and finding nothing happened each day for a while. I didn't know what to do. I was walking out of the gym when I looked in front of me and saw this hot girl walking ahead of me. She was soaked in sweat and that made her light grey leggings see through. I followed for a bit staring at her sweaty ass cheeks bouncing with each step as she was talking to a friend walking next to her. The best part I could see her panties. I fantasized about the smell, a smell I missed for so long. Then I got a great Idea. Find the gym lost and found. None of the items would be washed. The next day I worked out and went and asked a gym worker if they have a lost and found. The worker said yeah and brought me over to a counter. He went behind the counter and pulled out some boxes and asked me what I had misplaced. I obviously couldn't tell him that I had misplaced all of the sweaty spanks and panties that were in the box. I contemplated telling him I was coming out as trans and that one of the pairs was actually mine. We were on a fairly liberal campus and there were many trans students. I didn't feel ok with that lie so I told him that I didn't see the hoodie that I was looking for and asked if there was anywhere I could look myself since it was hard to see from behind the counter. He said this was all he had but I should check the main campus lost and found. The next morning I woke up and got ready. I was excited cause now there would be so much more underwear to chose from. I got to the lost and found room. There was a person at a counter and behind them was all of the clothes. I told them I had misplaced a hoodie. I described it vaguely and any one of the hoodies they pulled up I told them that it wasn't it. I asked if I could look myself but they said no. I thanked them for their help anyways and left. I kept checking the room. nothing :/. The audacity of these girls for keeping their belongings lol. As I said this kink has taken up so much of my thoughts and energy. It had become my daily routine. I'd get excited to go and look. At this point I've done a lot of fucked shit. The thrill of it all has just brought me too much excitement to stop. I keep cycling between feeling bad and pausing and then lapsing and continuing. A friend of mine from a class was having a party. I was invited. Her friend Sam was hosting the party at their house. My twisted mind immediately thought of excusing my self to the restroom and instead searching Sam's room for her panties. The day finally comes. I get to the party and know zero people besides my friend and she was busy talking to the other guests. I get introduced to Sam and was surprised to see that it was a gay dude. So I suppose I should just act like a normal person for a change. I enjoy the party and start to get pretty drunk pretty quickly. In the middle of the party and super cute girl makes eye contact with me through the crowd, and after a while she comes up to me. We hit it off! She was super cool and fed me a Kit-Kat. She grabs one of those shitty cheap frosted sugar cookies that are always at little kid parties for some reason from a box of them on a table and breaks it in half and gives me some. I kinda hate these things but I was drunk and wanted her to like me so I took it, thanked her, and told her how much I love those kinds of cookies. She then asked me if I wanted a cigarette I told her fuck yeah! I think smoking is gross but again she's cute and I'm drunk and horny. So she grabs my wrist and brings me outside and lights up a ciggy. I was stoked to be out there with her to have some alone time to chat it up and actually hear her. A few seconds later her friends come outside and now my alone time is up in smoke. Her friends were really cool and a lot of them thought I was great but I just wanted to chill with her. Things were going well and I was hoping to score. One of her friends pre-gamed waaay to hard and began to get super sick. So she sat with her friend to comfort her. I brought them water from time to time but didn't talk to her much cause she was busy looking after her friend. Long story short she left with her friend cause her friend needed an ambulance so I gave her my coat so she wasn't cold while she was waiting for the paramedics. I came back home drunk and again like always, I began searching the laundry room. I almost said fuck it and took a bunch of out of one machine but then I sobered up for a sec and put them back. I would literally dream about searching for panties and never finding them. I was frustrated both asleep and awake. It would get to the point where I considered taking from friends I knew. I hated myself for those thoughts. I equally wanted panties but also wanted not to hurt my friends with this shit. I was at a loss. It didn't help that I had to keep all of this to myself and it let this evolve and consume to much of my thoughts. I never had the proper faculties to get over this kink but I never wanted to stop. I considered buying used pairs online but they were expensive and I didn't want to get scammed. If only I could get a job at the gym, then I could maybe get access to the lost and found. Would I be so bold as to apply? The job could also give me extra money to buy used pairs online. Who knows what this fucking sex curse would make me do? Part 3 will be coming soon.

By Anonymous

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