I use to do my laundry at this certain laundromat in the city I lived in. Collecting women's panties is a perverted fetish of mine, but the catch is (while I enjoy panties in general) if I know who the panties belong to, it is so much more arousing.
I am at this laundromat and this stunning, slender, blond woman walks in carrying a basket of laundry. Along with her is her preteen daughter, carbon copy of her mother, only more slender and her eyes are very innocent looking, only way to describe them. I watch them dump their laundry into some machines, then leave. Now I know I want a pair of their panties, and I know I want one from each of them. But the place is packed and people have already piled their laundry up beside my machine awaiting their turn so I don't think I will get the opportunity.
My cycle take around 30 mins, and I dump my clothes into a dryer, then wait. Mom and daughter come back, dump their loads into a dryer right beside mine. I can't help but notice mum is wearing black yoga pants, and despite having a kid, her legs are long and slender, her buttocks heart shaped and perky. I try and picture her naked, panting, and on her back.
Her daughter truly is what mum must have looked like when she was young. This rail thin, slender waif of child, long blond hair which is glowing in the afternoon sun. She is wearing a soccer jersey, and these loose fitting black short which come down to just above her knees. As she bends over to help stuff the dryer the thin stretchy material her shorts are made of, for a second allow me to catch a very brief glimpse of her young, slender thighs, and small tight buttock. Most intriguing is there is no panty line to be seen! She is either commando, or wearing a thong.
I am instantly hard.
The pair leave again, and as I watch them exit the laundromat I see them head to a coffee shop across the street, excellent! My heart pounding, I take a look around, then open up their dryer. Reaching in it take a long second or two to russell through their semi damp clothes and find the treasure, but I find it!
A tiny white cotton thong, and a another pink and black triangle of softness. No time to waste looking, I toss them on top of the machine, close the door and restart the dryer. Whole operation only took a minute off their timer. As I only have about 15 mins left on mine I predict I will be be out before they return.
I leave them on top of the machine and watch the door. When my timer finishes I hastily fill my basket, then causally stuff the two treasures deep into my pile before leaving, my heart pounding, my cock almost bursting out of my pants.
Later at home, I replay a ritual I have done many times. I lay back on my bed, slowly rubbing myself with lotion until I am glistening. I then take my time to examine my treasures, and oh what a haul I have today!
The first one is black, adorned with a tiny pink bow. It has a Victoria's Secret tag, and is sized small. I picture it on mum, and slowly rub myself with the panty. The second one is a simple white, cotton thong with a large elastic waistband. There is no lace, no bows, but there are tiny little bears and cats in a darker shade of white printed all over it. I picture the girl wearing them as she steps out of shower and heads to bed. Dressed in simple white T shirt and these panties she settles down the night in a room filled with stuffed animals and posters of boy bands.
I have been doing this for years, but this was one of more memorable hauls. I got many treasures at that particular location but stopped going when I moved out of the city.