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The Panties Neighbor

I don't know how many times he had done it before I caught him. I had dropped to the fact that my panties seemed to be disappearing, and I blamed it on my tendency to lose anything that isn't attached to me. (Well, I lost my virginity, but that doesn't count. I WANTED to lose that!) And panties disappearing was like having socks disappear. The washer ate them. Or they fell off the backyard clothesline. Or...my neighbor with the thing for panties was jumping the fence and swiping them.

He was a good neighbor, a nice quiet guy who kept his yard nice and didn't throw wild parties, and that's really all you can ask of a neighbor. And, I've got to admit, finding out the guy got hard as a ROCK just at the SIGHT of my dainties made me rather fond of him. I mean, you've got to like a guy who risks a jail term or getting his ass eaten by my dog just so he can send himself to happy land with my panties.

This time I'd hung out a brand new pair of red panties. These things made ME hot. Satiny material, lacy trim, but soft lace, the kind you could rub over skin. (And I had the night before, before I washed them. I'd fucked myself silly with the things, rubbing them on my hard nipples, and really doing a number on my cunt. At one point I had them stuffed up there. I came like crazy, picturing my neighbor getting his rocks off with panties I'd cum on, too.) Cut high in the thigh, but also high on the waist, so there was plenty of material. And I mean RED. Candy apple red. They stood out among the rest of the laundry like an Italian sports car parked on the used car lot. I stood next to the window, sipped on a beer and waited. I'd made enough noise hanging out the wash.

I saw his shadow come around the edge of the privacy fence around his patio. He eased forward, his eyes riveted to my clothesline. Shit, I thought to myself. He was wearing jogging pants, and his cock was thrusting ahead of him like a damn divining rod. The material had soaked up his precum and marked him with a huge stain. I got a hard shove in the clit from my hormones just looking at him. "Wow," I whispered. "I hope the poor bastard gets his toy before he explodes." Red must have been his color. I could see his hands shaking from where I was standing. He walked very cautiously across to the chain link fence that separated our yards, bent awkwardly and examined his rosebushes with a finger. His eyes stared straight ahead at the panties as if they were a beacon to him. He looked left and right cautiously, then sent his eyes around...then cleared that damn fence like a horny teenager being offered free pussy.

He walked as quickly as he could with a leaking hardon, went up to the clothesline, and snatched the red panties. He tucked them in his pocket and ran back and cleared the fence, then vanished behind his privacy fence. I picked up a small bag I had waiting and quietly let myself out the door. I listened for a minute, and heard his stereo volume go up. I grinned. He was a loud cummer, and used the music to hide the noise. I managed to get over the chain link silently, and crept up to the fence...and the hole. I put my eye against it.

He stood in the middle of his patio rubbing the red panties against his lips. He looked high, just from the feel of my panty crotch against his mouth. I took a small but powerful tape recorder out of my bag, and clicked it to "Record." I grinned at it. I got so damned hot doing this! He slow danced with the panties for a while, then laid them out on the chaise lounge, staring down at them with a half smile. He pulled off his T-shirt, folded it neatly, and put it aside. He slipped out of the jogging pants, and like every time, I nearly gasped. His cock was huge, with a swollen purple head, thick dark shaft, and all that precum just leaking out of him. His balls were huge, too, and looked rock solid. He had a load of cum in there that must have been incredible. I licked my lips and sent a hand down into my shorts. My clit was throbbing, and I needed to cum to make the aching stop.

As I rubbed my clit and watched, he started fingering his cock...gently at first, kind of driving his arousal up even more. His eyes were fastened on the panties as he stroked. Finally, he bent, picked up the panties, and put them on. He started to moan as he pulled them up, and in seconds the panties had a huge precum stain across the front. He rubbed his palms all over them...his hips, his ass, his cock, swaying back and forth as if dancing with an invisible partner. He put a hand between his legs and squeezed his balls hard. He moaned, then did it again. He had a pretty intense grip on himself, and the precum stain grew.

He opened his toy box, and took out one of his ass toys. It was a cock shaped dildo attached to a flat square, that made it stand up. He put it on the chair, then knelt in front of it, rubbing his red satin covered bulge as he bent his head forward and took his toy cock in his mouth. He gave it one thorough blow job, moaning and writhing as he did it. He had to take his hand off that twitching fuckstick to delay firing early. Finally, he kissed the plastic cockhead, then took a tube of lubricant and carefully smeared it all over his toy. When he had his imaginary fuck partner ready, he stood, turned his ass to it, and slid the panties down just enough to reveal his asshole. He lowered his hungry ass carefully, sitting down very slowly as he took the entire pole up his ass. He grunted with pleasure, gripped the edges of the chair and raised and lowered himself, giving his ass a good, solid fuck. He kept getting louder and louder as he did it, lost in his fantasy.

"Fuck me," he moaned. "Fuck my panty ass so good. Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...fuck my red satin panty ass so GOOD!" Damn, I thought. I'd never seen anybody THAT turned on before. The guy was out of his mind, fucking his ass with his toy, riding up and down on the thing like some kind of sex-fiend jockey on a big cock-horse. His cock was so swollen and huge the purple head peaked out of the top of the red panties. I slid one hand up under my top and pinched and pulled at my left nipple as my right hand jacked off my clit. I have never seen anything like this. He was insane, he was so turned on. He kept humping up and down, harder and harder...really slamming that toy up is ass. His cockhead was spewing precum all over him, the panties and the patio. He had both hands on the red satiny material, massaging his balls. He moaned helplessly as his hands squeezed his nuts...which should have been so full they were at risk of exploding.

"My panties," he breathed, staring down at his crotch. "My hot, red satin panties. Rubbing up against her hot cunt all day. Collecting up all her juices. All her cum juice all over the crotch and now on my cock-cock-cock. Oh, I'm fucking her panties. Panty fucker. I'm a panty fucker!" He surged up and brought his ass down so hard it should have driven that fuckstick into his throat. It drove me over the edge, and I got a hand slapped over my mouth just in time to hold in the scream.

All I could do for the longest time was stand there and spasm. I kept cumming. My clit felt like a cock, pulsing and erupting cream. My thighs were coated. How I stayed standing, I don't know. My eyes never left him, though. As I was getting one of the biggest climaxes of my life, my neighbor, the ass-impaling panty-guy, had grabbed something white and lacy.

Shit. Those damn things had been expensive, I thought when I could think again. He gently pulled his cock out of the red satin, leaving his bloated balls inside. "Panty guy, panty guy," he kept whispering as he wrapped my white lace panties around his cock and started to stroke. He kept humping his fuckstick, ground the red satin into his balls with his left hand, and jerked his white, lacy cock with his right. He was still moaning about being a panty guy, but he flowed into one long, incoherent blast of sound. He went rigid suddenly, let out a string of animal grunts, and blew cum higher than I thought it could go. He KEPT cumming, too...it seemed endless...his hands on automatic...squeezing and jerking...reduced to wiggling his hips from side to side as the rest of his body went insane. I'd gone back to rubbing my throbbing clit and soared up toward the edge. When he shot himself in the mouth with his own cum, licked his lips and said "YES! YES! YES" I ended up on the ground pummeling my cunt to a fucking explosion. I don't know whether I mad any sound, but the poor bastard could never have heard it anyway. Shit, he was lucky to be alive.

I spend a fortune at the mall now. My friends are all whispering I've got a secret lover that I'm getting all fancy for, and in a way, they're right. Sometimes I wonder if he knows I'm buying them for him. Most of the time, I don't care. Orgasms THAT damn big, you don't question.

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