Chapter 13 - Allison's Panty Peek
Allison was the high school-aged daughter of good friends now living in a neighboring state. She was (hell, still is) a very, very pretty girl with long blonde hair and nice athletic body - cheerleader-type, but a real troublesome kid (she's fine now, but a handful when younger). They were visiting us about 15 years ago, when she was maybe 16, and I remember Allison being in the back yard, and couldn't figure out how to open our gate. She was in the process of climbing over the fence (wearing a sleeveless summer dress) just as I arrived on the other side to help her out. I know that she didn't see me because she made no attempt to be discrete in her dress while swinging her leg over.
Well, needless to say, she gave me one of the better "beaver" shots right up her dress than I'd had in some time....and I could plainly see, from a few feet away, the thin-crotch of her white cotton bikini underpants as she spread her legs to vault over the fence. I love it when you can see those two sewn seams that form the crotch of girl's panties. With this particular peek, however, I noticed that there were dark blood stains in the crotch of her clean white underpants showing thru the cotton fabric (oops).
The next day I had occasion to have a few moments alone in the house with everyone gone, and I was on fire thinking about seeing up Allison's dress the day before. I took this opportunity to rummage thru her suitcase, and found her dirty underwear stashed in a side pocket....and those same bloodstained panties. Wow....did she put some great smells in those underpants, and the blood appeared to be fresh. Tampax stuff in the guest bath wastebasket confirmed what I already knew. I immediately bagged her panties in a ziplock to preserve that wonderful teenage girl essence for later enjoyment. In the months to come, these panties provided many a good jack off moment over my face and nose with my tongue sliding up and down Allison's sweet-smelling, blood-soaked panty crotch. I kept her panties for years, in fact, I think I still have them among my old panty collection stored in a friend's garage.
Anyway, we went to Allison's wedding a few years ago, and I couldn't help but picture those stained underpants as she walked down the aisle. She was absolutely radiant as a now-matured bride, and I wondered what kind of underpants she might be wearing under her gown right then. And I also thought of her later that night, with her bridal panties thrown on her hotel room floor, on the bed stark naked with her legs up in the air spread wide as the new bridegroom thrust his hard young cock in and out of her young, willing pussy. I even imagined that maybe they went even went so far as to 69, with him tonguing out her spread vagina and anus, as she sucked him off....until he spurted his young semen into her mouth. Wouldn't have been surprised me a bit if they did both, knowing how wild and sexually active Allison had been as a teenager. But I still have her soiled panties as my personal souvenier.
For years I've always used to wonder if these girls ever noticed their underpants missing after I would secretly purloin them from hampers, suitcases or dressers. Some must have, but nobody has ever said.