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By *ew-shoes OP Man
over a year ago
South Shields |
I see a lot of posts on here about used panties.
I love them too.
I was wondering if any other of the other men on here can say they have taken it this far though.
Have you got a woman at work who gets special treatment in return for her giving you her smelly, used knicks?
I have.
She works on the line along with about twenty other girls. All different backgrounds and ages (and moods!)
I supply the line with bits and pieces from the warehouse.
There's a girl (we'll call her Jane but that's not her real name) who I make sure never runs out of stuff.
We have a secret arrangement.
It started back in January sometime. I got d*unk at last years christmas party and for some reason, told her that I liked used knicks. I cannot remember exactly how we got talking about it; I remember she was wearing a really fucking short dress. I also remember the other lads in the warehouse ripping the piss out of me because I wouldn't leave her alone. Must have been arseholed. I also told her I was into licking womens feet for some reason, which I don't. Knickers, yes but I have never had a foot fetish. I blame the Stella.
Anyway, shortly after that party, 'Jane' had started making little comments whenever I took her stuff.
Saying things like, "You gonna have a good sniff while you're down there?" when I took a box of clips and put them on the floor beside her bench. She was getting worse until one day, when it was literally chaos and I couldn't get to everyone quick enough; all the girls were shouting for something or other. She offered to go to the toilets and take her knickers off and give them to me if I made sure she got her stuff first. A couple of the other lasses even heard her and they all laughed.
I wasn't sure whether or not she was joking; I hoped she wasn't but I was run off my feet so I just agreed to it.
Sure enough, ten minutes later, I was pulling a pallet past her bench when she shouted across. She said she needed more tape and held up the empty box they all get their rolls of tape in. Except this had a little bag in the bottom that only I could see.
I went over right away.
They were right there. Plain white except for tiny little flowers and lace around the edges. I can still remember them now. They were folded neatly and so was the bag they were in.
"Put them straight in your pocket so you don't mix them up with the rest of the boxes..." she said under her breath as she handed the box over, winking again.
I slipped them in my pocket as quick as I could and put them straight in my locker as I was going past, back to the warehouse.
Needless to say she didn't ever run out of anything after that and hasn't since.
I get a new pair every week, mostly on a Monday. She says the Monday pairs are from the weekends where she has put them straight back on after giving her husband a quickie. She finds this hilarious. To be fair, there are usually more stains on the pairs I get on a Monday. I sometimes get a couple of wanks out of those ones. To be honest, it just makes them ever hornier.
So that's how I get my fix. She always gets them back after a few days; it's easy enough to drop them off at her bench, as long as they're in a jiffy bag or something.
No one else in the firm knows about any of this. One girl once asked why 'Jane' always got special treatment. I just laughed it off and said she threatens to beat me up if her job ever stopped.
I would never let on, of course, it's because she let's me play with her used knickers.
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