The Panty Bandit

While almost everyone in our neighborhood has a pretty healthy attitude about sex, and an openness about it, some people just keep to themselves and don't feel the need to join in our sexual games. Our next door neighbors Fred and Lannie are one such couple. Fred travels all over the country for his marketing business, while Lannie is a retired professor from the University, who occasionally fills in as a substitute teacher at the local high school. They're both rather quiet, but very nice people.

Lannie stopped over at my house one day last summer, asking if I noticed anything strange in the neighborhood. I wasn't quite sure what she meant, because she was a little hesitant to get to the point. At first I thought maybe she was going to say something about our open lifestyle, with the different vehicles parked in our driveway overnight from some of our entertaining. Apparently it was something a little creepier than than that.

She finally got to the point, "This may sound strange, but have you been missing any laundry from your clothesline out back?"

I didn't think so, but now that she mentioned it, I was missing a couple pairs of underwear, one was the skimpy pair with pink hearts that DJ gave me last Valentine's Day. I thought maybe that I just misplaced them. When I mentioned the missing underwear, Lannie's jaw dropped and she gasped, as she thought someone was stealing her underwear too, over the last few weeks, right off the line while hanging out to dry in her backyard.

"You don't think we have some kind of pervert around here, do you?" she asked, making it seem as if it were on the same scale as a serial killer. I just smiled and told her to relax, it was probably just some horny teenager trying to get his rocks off. The lovely silver-haired lady calmed down and laughed it off too, realizing that she may have overreacted.

Our odd dilemma suddenly turned us into amateur detectives, as Lannie asked what I knew about the McAlister boys that lived up the street. I reinforced her suspicions by telling her that I wouldn't put it past them. I added my possible culprits to the mix too.

"How about that guy from New Zealand that moved in across the alley last year, what do you know about him? He seems to be walking out back at last twice a day. It can't all be for the exercise."

Again she gasped and grabbed me by the arm, telling me that he stopped to talk to her one day last week, the same day she was hanging her laundry.

"You don't think it was him do you? He seemed so nice."

I was kind of sorry I brought it up, Greg did seem like a pretty nice guy. But everybody has some sort of secret, I'm living proof of that. Even if it was him, I can think of some dirty little secrets a lot worse than stealing women’s underwear.

"Why don't we set a trap?" I offered. "I'll hang some of my things on the line and we'll see what happens."

We giggled like little schoolgirls as we set our plan in motion. I picked quite a variety, with black panties, white panties and several bras that would be sure to lure anybody in. We waited back and peered out the window, looking to see if anyone would take the bait. Lannie kept glancing out, but it was always nothing. I guess our plan wasn't as great as we thought. We kind of gave up on catching the 'panty pervert' and got back to visiting at the kitchen table, where we got to know each other a little better.

After some small talk, I asked if her missing panties were anything sexy. She blushed a little bit, confessing that she was missing a black thong that was one of Fred's favorites, as well as a pair of see through lavender undies. I told her about my skimpy panties with the pink hearts and we had another big laugh, thinking that there was a panty bandit out there wearing our underwear.

Suddenly, Lannie's eyes popped out again as she looked out the window. THE BLACK PANTIES WERE GONE!!! We both jumped up together and scrambled over to look out the window, and sure enough, we got to there just in time to see Greg scurrying around the corner.

"Oh My God! It was him!" Lannie shrieked. "What do we do now? Should we call the police?"

I convinced her that it was too big of a deal for the police, and suggested we confront him ourselves. She smiled back at the idea of following through with our amateur detective work. Together we took off out the back door. We had to act fast to catch him with the goods, so to speak.

We almost caught up with him, as you could hear his back door shut as we rounded the corner. I hustled up to his house, with Lannie right behind. We looked at each other cautiously before I slowly turned the door knob, to find it was unlocked. I carefully opened the door, and we tiptoed inside. You could hear his distinctive accent as he was singing along with the radio. He was obviously in a good mood with his recent theft. Luckily he couldn't hear us with the music playing in the background.

We snuck up on him, and found him in the living room, with his back to us, and all of his 'goodies' laid out on the floor. There must have been a dozen pairs of women's undewear there, including the black panties and my pink Valentine undies. Lannie nudged me and pointed to hers as well. By the number of pairs he had in fromt of him, I don't think we were the only victims.

"AHEM!" I cleared my throat trying to get Greg's attention, but he never flinched. The music must have been too loud.

Lannie couldn't wait, "What the Hell, Greg!" she blurted out, startling the handsome middle-aged man. He wheeled around with an embarrassed look, as he was caught wih his kinky collection.

I chimed in as well, trying to make light of the awkward situation. "Really Greg, if you wanted our panties, all you had to do was ask."

Lannie looked at me with that same jaw-dropping astonishment, that quickly turned to a smile, as we both reveled in the naughty nature of our neghbor with the panty fetish. It was an awkward situation, and we were going to have some fun with it.

Greg couldn't do much but try to laugh it off too, confessing that he's always been a conisseur of women's underwear, and couldn't resist gathering some keepsakes. I turned to Lannie and winked as I started to undress, teasing our perverted friend by giving him a glimpse of my lacy bra and panties.

Lannie played along too and stripped down to her bra and panties as well, showing off her surprisingly tight body. The short-haired beauty had a playful smile as she flirted with our neighbor, but grilled the kinky guy on what he did with her treasured lavender panties.

I don’t know what was worse, an older gentleman stealing ladies underwear, or two middle-aged women teasing him by getting half naked.

Greg never said a word, but that didn’t seem to bother my friend. Lannie just turned and began to take off her bra, teasing the kinky man even more by giving him a look at her bare back, while cupping her apple-sized breasts, as she looked back over her shoulder. It was a very erotic sight coming from the neighbor that I thought was so shy.

I joined in the teasing interrogation by rubbing my crotch right through my skimpy white panties. “Do you like panties that are nice and wet from rubbing up against my pussy?”

You could see by the growing bulge in his pants that Greg did indeed like what he saw. Lannie turned around, giving the panty bandit a glimpse of her perfect breasts as she walked over behind me and undid my bra, letting it fall to the floor.

I stood before Greg topless, watching him salivate as Lannie showed off her gorgeous ass in the skimpy white panties. I'll admit she was turning me on too. She had an awesome slim figure. Lannie kept teasing our perp by interrogating him while half naked.

"Where are my other panties, Greg?" she asked the nervous man, while seductively swirling her accusing finger across his chin. "My lavender panties. Where are they?"

Still no answer from the New Zealander as a bead of sweat dropped from his brow from the sexy interrogation. Lannie didn't let up. She pulled off Greg's shirt as the athletic 50-year-old stood there among all the undies laid out on the floor. My sexy friend circled the suspect, tracing her finger across his bare chest as she continued to question him.

"What did you do with them, Greg?"

Lannie slowly circled around him, brushing her amazing razor sharp titties up against his back. She flashed me a seductive smile as she reached for his fly.

"I think I know where they are" she cooed as Greg's bulge became even bigger. Lannie tightened her grip on his bulging crotch while she continued to circle around in front of him. She peeled off her panties and brushed them across his face, teasing the bandit tothe point where he almost fell over backward. The sight of her neatly trimmed gray bush was too much for our perverted neighbor. It was having its effect on me as well. My white undies were getting moist as I continued to rub myself.

Lannie let our kinky friend sniff her white panties as she yanked down his pants. The amateur sleuth was right on! Our kinky friend was wearing her sheer perple panties that were stretched out from his raging hardon.

I crept up behind the pervert, pulling off my damp undies too, and stuffed them in his face, where he took a big whiff. I held them there while Lannie stroked his hard cock right through the flimsy material. Our interrogation was too much for the kinky neighbor. He twitched a little bit then groaned as he came in Lannies panties. The milky white goo oozed out, making a sticky mess of my friend's underwear.

Lannie showed a kinky side of herslf also, reaching down the cross dresser's panties, and squeezing every last drop from the excited man. She pulled her hand away as it dripped with his cum. She put it up to his mouth, forcing him to taste his own cum.

The panty bandit took his punishment pretty well, as he sat back on the couch in his soiled lavender panties, wheezing from the unusual cross examination.

Mystery solved!