Damn!
“Customer!” he typed and saw it come up on the screen against her name then he moved quickly through to the shop area.
“Morning ma'am, how may I be of service?”, the customer was a tall blonde that he seemed to recognise.
“Hi, I am afraid that I have let the dry cleaning get on top of me and there is rather a lot, is there any chance that you could rush it through, I am getting short of a few items?”. Her smile revealed the most perfect white teeth he had ever seen and he wondered how they would feel to his tongue as they kissed. Her soft cough awoke him from his dreaming.
“Oh sure ma'am, I am rather busy but I can try for you”.
The customer reached out her hand and laid cool fingers on his. She smiled the sexiest smile at him; a smile that had been used countless times to persuade a hapless guy to ensure her wishes were fulfilled.
“Without a doubt ma'am, without a doubt”.
Back at the computer he typed “You still there Cutie honey?”. Bobby hoped that the sexy girl with whom he had been chatting was still around.
“Still here sexy man, lol”, came the reply on the screen.
Bobby looked for the umpteenth time at her avatar... a picture of her naked on the beach. Oh how he wanted that body close to his naked body, and to be the guy whose cock penetrated deep into that bald pussy. His imagination saw them on that beach making frantic love.
Too soon 'Cutie' had to leave and he had to get back to work.
Sorting through the clothes left by the brunette he checked the pockets of a pair of pants, Designer label! His fingers grasped a piece of fabric in a small pocket. Withdrawing it, he held a tiny pair of the silkiest, lacy panties. Without thinking he raised the garment to his nose and sniffed. His cock did a flip! The panties had a strong mustiness at the crotch. “Geeze”, he thought, “that gal was horny when she wore these”.
The panties still at his nose Bobby fantasized about what the woman had been doing to get so horny but still leave her pants on. The images in his head forced him to go to the privacy of the office where he unzipped his pants, took out his cock which by now was rock solid, and began to stroke it.
Sooner than he had wanted he felt the cum in his balls begin the journey to his thick cock where it spurted stronger than he could remember.
Feeling positive that the customer would never miss the garment Bobby decided to add them to his growing collection that had been obtained in a similar manner.
For the next few hours Bobby's thoughts were filled with the sexy chatlady whose nickname was Cutie. He made up his mind to ask if he could send a pic of his cock. Would she agree?
Taking out the customer's panties he again sniffed the crotch area. Once again the scent caused an instant erection; so damned hard; he admired it. The flash of the digital camera highlighted his cock's assets and he was pleased with the resulting photo. No point in wasting this hardon, he thought so stroked it to a pleasing orgasm.
In the chatroom he persuaded Cutie to accept the photo of his cock and was pleased when she had seen it and agreed that it was such a desirable piece of manhood.
Bobby took his courage in his hands and described in detail the episode with the customer's panties. Surprisingly Cutie thought it incredibly sexy although she admonished him for stealing them.
This girl was so damned sexy and no subject on which he choose to chat, shocked or upset her. If only she was available, they would fuck so hard and so long; he would satisfy her needs.
“Good afternoon”. The tall blonde had returned to collect her dry cleaning.
As he served her he also mentally undressed her; imagining the firm white flesh of her ample breasts that were only just hidden by the tight blouse that she wore. A light summer skirt was stretched over her slim hips and he strained to see any hint of a visible pantie line. There was none that he could discern.
The customer paid and started to leave. At the door she stopped, hesitated, checked the contents of her cleaning bag then turned to Bobby.
“Excuse me but I wonder what happened to a pair of my daughter's panties that were mistakenly left in the pocket of my pants?”
Bobby felt the blood drain from his face then flush back again. “Ah, I don’t remember checking the pocket of any pants ma'am”, he lied.
The blonde looked at him, her bright blue eyes seemingly piercing his mind to discover his lie.
“You of course remember Tara, she is the 21 year old that worked here for a week or so this spring?”.
“Oh fuck!” thought Bobby. He remembered her well. A hot young thing, around 5'2, barely 100 pounds, with short brunette hair and the tightest tops and pants that left nothing to the imagination.
He had masturbated so often thinking of that young pussy nestling in those skin-tight pants. The realisation that he had now smelled that tight little coochie made his cock swell in his pants.
“I – I – I will sure have a look around to see if they have fallen out somewhere” he stammered.
“Are you OK”, enquired the blonde, “You seen a little upset”. She was staring at the front of his jeans.
Bobby tried unsuccessfully to hide what had become obvious, an erect cock trying to burst out.
He immediately regretted his reactive and not thought-out reply... “Ha ha ha always on the job, having to always carry the tool of my trade”.
Her smile widened. “And such a fine tool is hidden there by the look of that bulge”. “Now those panties, shall we look for them?”.
Before Bobby could even stammer a defence the blonde continued “ I know that you have them, this isn’t the first time this has happened”.
“Now ma'am, that kind of accusation could ruin my business, if there is something you want just say and I will try to satisfy your demands”, Bobby's face had blanched, he was now feeling sick with worry; worry for the business but more so about his marriage; what would his wife say and do.
“OK, here's the deal, if I don’t find the panties here, I will walk away and forget this moment and say no more of it. If however I find the garment then you must make restitution, is that fair?” She was close to him, her breath on his cheek so sweet he could taste it.
He stood awe struck as the customer did not wait for a reply, he stared at her ass in the tight skirt as she began a search which he knew with certainty would reveal his guilt.
There was no defence, there in her hands were not only her daughter's panties but the many others that he had “borrowed”.
“You know that you had been found out when Tara worked here?” A rhetorical question, a statement.