I pick up the keys as agreed; also this was my first look at the lady: I'd say she was just coming up to her 30's, shoulder length brown hair.. not what I'd call ultra slim but nice to look at. We three chatted for a while, and I headed off to the flat. Already my mind had been mulling over the possibility of getting a look at her panties - I figured that the only dirty pair she had at this time were nestled next to that pretty foreign pussy, as it was the start of her trip.

I opened the door and literally right in front of me was her suitcase - wide open! Some clothes were lying on top and also strewn about, and the front room had the look of frantic activity about it .. Immediately I bent down, heart beating a little, and began to lift off items of clothing v.carefully.. until.. thar she blows. A scrumpled up white thong, sitting in my own flat, behind a locked door and with no chance of being sprung!Incredibly leisurely, I lifted the

panties, and looked inside at the gusset.. I was wrong, oh so wrong. These knickers were soaked through! Ahhh .. I figure, they'd come back, kissed and played around a little, then got down to it. I pressed the tip of my fingers into the crotch and it actually stuck on! And then the test.. a little sniff.. heavenly. Pure girl essence it was - no pee, or poo.. just girl cum. Wow she had been turned on. Around about were another pair of red knickers, pretty, with a matching negligee top thing, a pair of black tights (instead out therefore worn) and a white bra. I took these lovely items and .. well you know the next bit. It was lovely to have a near complete stranger's private dirty under things in the comfort of my own home. I also checked the case, found a stash of clean undies and let them be.. no point risking a very embarrassing situation if something was noticed to be missing.

OK onto part two, yes it gets better.

That night I went straight down to my friends house, as agreed, arriving late in the night and going straight to sleep, knackered. As I explained before he lives in a shared house with 3 flatmates - two guys and one girl. I've never met the girl, and never did (sorry, I know this detracts from the steal slightly) but I know she has auburn hair, is aged 23 and is quite tall, a nice figure from what I was told.

In the morning I had decided to lie-in a little, but awoke around 8 to hear the members of the household making breakfast, getting ready, then going out. I counted one, then two.. only two people leaving? hmm. Eventually I had to get up, so I jumped in the shower and got myself sorted. By the time I'd gotten dressed a mere 20 mins later I hadn't detected a single sound in the house. So.. there was a risk factor that someone was still in bed? I knew they all had jobs, but..

And now a touch of fortune. The shower room I had used was downstairs - and it had NO mirror that I could find. Needing to shave, I had good reason to venture upstairs for the other bathroom (my friend's room is the only one on the ground floor) so I could trim the whiskers. Grabbing towel and kit in hand, I slowly paced up the stairs, ever vigilant for any noise whatsoever. Nothing harkened. Now beginning to feel confident, I shaved with the bathroom door open, and gazed back at intervals. The door next to the bathroom - open, slightly. The next, closed, hmm could there be someone sleeping in there? The one opposite - Bingo! door wide open, I could see a red dress lying on the bed.. it had to be her room. I finished shaving, then took the plunge and called out 'hello, anyone about?' Zero zip zilch was the response.

Immediately I crouched down (never can tell if a neighbour is watching the windows) and crept into Jane's room (her name, I forgot to add). A small room, long in length, with a single bed, a white set of drawers, and a tall wooden wardrobe at one end. A quick gaze revealed NO hamper. Dash. Well I knew they had to be there somewhere.. I decided to check her drawers (excuse the pun) anyways - top drawer first: undies, everyone of them clean though. Next drawer down, some bras, next, some tops - no score there then.

Time was moving on, but I kept going - next I was creaking open the single door of the wardrobe. This time, aha! I spotted a flung-looking pair of black panties! I picked them up and turned them over, no stain could be found though?? I could tell they had been worn by their crumpled state, but neither stain nor smell greeted me. I looked again into the wardrobe, this time spotting a white plastic bag at the bottom. Heart beating I reached down and opened the top, gazing in like a child in a toy store as my eyes hit pay dirt - a bag half full of Jane's dirty clothes. Not bad at all. I removed the bag completely and pieced through the contents, wow quite a few pairs of pants, it had obviously been a while since she'd put a wash on.

There were all around the same style, tanga ( 1/2 thong 1/2 full panty) and to my dismay, in general, they were not heavily stained or scented. In the end I choose a sweet old purple pair of worn panties, and a black lacy pair that contained the best stain, a white discharge covering the crotch - maybe she'd had a night out in the past week, or a sweaty day? Who knows. Placing the bag back and leaving the room as I found it, I hid the illicit goods away in my bag for later use.