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I decided to have a day in the small town of Cangas across the bay from Vigo. People were telling me that it was a nice place to live where I could get a studio for myself at a better price than I could in Vigo. The boats which were super modern hydrofoils were as regular as clockwork and crossed the four kilometres of water in twenty minutes for a bus fare, so I thought I'd go and check it out.
Cangas was fucking great. It looked like a boring dormitory town from Vigo. How wrong could I have been? I felt at home immediately there, it was as friendly as Yorkshire, except there wasn't any threat. A splendid society. I made up my mind to try to find somewhere to live there. It wasn't that the shared flat in Vigo wasn't pleasing, it was simply that I needed to be on my own and have control over my own space. Hopefully, to have somewhere to sit outside looking over the bay and writing when the weather was good. The privilege that I could not afford in Vigo.
It was also the case that when Sammy left the flat to go back to Venezuela it was going to be just too lonely for me to bear it. It was better to leave the shared flat before that dreaded eventuality.
It was seven thirty in the evening when I got back to the apartment. Marisol was busy with her sewing machine on the kitchen table and Sammy was wearing a bloke's grey suit jacket and her knickers and was barefoot. They were deep pink in colour, Sammy's knickers that is. Fuschia in fact with a ruffled waistband. Her bum cheeks weren't fuschia they were of perfect complexion and of a pale creamy milky caramel kind of colour with a hint of pink that you usually find only in Godland.
"What are you doing?" I asked although it was obvious that Marisol was altering the trousers that matched the jacket that Sammy was wearing with aplomb.
"Marisol is making me drainpipe trousers for my bloks suit, Marti, mods wear drainpipes, try to keep up Marti," Sammy teased me.
"Well actually Sammy, it's Teds that wear drainpipe trousers. Mods are just cool, Italian suits and all that stuff," I informed her.
"That's what I'm doing Marti, wait and see. I'm the fashionista," Sammy giggled.
"Suit yourselves," I said.
I went to my room tittering to myself and lamenting that my superb riposte would be lost on both of them. Later on, when I returned to the sweatshop that previously had been a kitchen diner, it was deserted. The sewing machine was on the table and some cotton and needles too. I started to make myself an omelette. A French one.
Sammy appeared in the doorway. She was wearing her blokes grey single breasted suit with narrow lapels, she opened the central button of the jacket and put her hands into her trouser pockets to keep the jacket open to reveal a tight black vest with braces that ran over her shoulders, past the contour of her beautiful little breasts to the waistband of her bloke's trousers. She was the fashionista alright despite the fact that she still wore her red slippers.
"Marti, can I borrow a pair of your underpants, please," she requested.
I was quite taken aback by her last request, did she know more about me than she was letting on. Nonetheless, I wasn't going to appear fazed in front of her and I replied,
"What you planning on, cleaning your windows before you go out, love. There's loads of cleaning cloths under the sink, Sammy,"
"No Marti, I want to make my costume complete, I'll be dancing later I want to be sensational," she replied.
"You always are Sammy, anyway they won't fit you, they'll be far too big for you," I advised her.
"I can attach them to my suspenders," Sammy replied.
"You've lost me, Sammy, how are you gonna do that?" I quizzed.
"I can pin them here," she remarked and gesticulated and unpinned her braces from her trousers.
"Just a moment whilst I recover from a touch of continental drift. In England the straps that you are using to keep your trousers up are called braces, not suspenders, that's U.S. In England a brace is something that supports. You have heard the word before whenever you have travelled by air. 'Brace', 'brace', is what they announce in the safety demonstrations. It's also used for the metal supports that make teeth perfect. You are in braces Sammy, maybe suspenders too but I don't know about that. In England, suspenders are those sexy straps that hold up stockings either from a suspender belt or a girdle. Braces keep your trousers up. Underpants, I have a grey pair that will match your suit with a blue waistband of similar colour to your toenails, how does that grab you," I responded.
"Can I borrow those ones please Marti," she requested.
"Sure Sammy," I replied.
"Marti can I borrow your pork pie hat as well, I took it from the clothes peg in the hallway and put it on, it remains on me perfectly, mods wear them," Sammy requested.
"Sure Sammy, how about the shirt off my back," I suggested sarcastically.
"No thanks, Marti, I don't like green," she informed me.
I was mystified. How was it that a sexy young woman could ask me in such a straightforward manner if she could borrow an intimate item of my underwear when I had spent the best part of the last month hatching a plan to steal a pair of her knickers. What would she have thought if I'd come out and said to her, Sammy can I borrow a pair of your knickers please I'm going to a fancy dress party in drag. She would know that they wouldn't fit me. It could only be that I wanted to wrap them around my cock and wank. I suppose that's why I didn't follow that modus operandi.
I was sitting eating at the breakfast bar when Sammy returned. Her costume was now complete.
"What do you think Marti," she asked and placing her hand on top of my hat she gave me twirl.
She had a fuschia coloured handkerchief in the breast pocket of her jacket. Then I noticed that its ruffle was identical to that of the knickers she was standing in earlier when Marisol was altering her trousers.
Utterly fuckable was what I thought but instead, I declared,
"Sammy you look absolutely divine, top notch, you're a very elegant gentleman indeed. Is that your knickers in your pocket Sammy?" I asked shaking my head and knowing full well that it was her knickers.
Sammy pulled the little pink thong out of her pocket and inadvertently whisked out two little foil envelopes which spilt onto the floor, must be chewing gum, my arse, her intentions for the evening were clear. She waved her handkerchief in my face whilst she intoned,
"ooh, la la," in a very seductive manner.
She leant at the waist without bending her knees and snatched the foil packets from the floor, dropped them into her top pocket and secured them there with her knickers. Sammy lifted a foot onto the stool beside me.
"Do you like my shoes, Marti? I bought them in Madrid, they were really quite expensive but Don Garcia paid for them," she said with a snigger.
They were black and white saddle shoes with leather soles but the best bit was that she was wearing slate grey transparent nylon ankle socks. My cock responded. How I would love to sniff those in the morning when she had worn them and danced all night.
I needed a wank after all that so I wished Sammy a great night out and she responded cheekily by telling me not to wait up for her. A little while later I heard several people talking in the corridor, I assumed Sammy's friends had come to collect her. Several reiterations of the Spanish word, 'Vamos', indicated that they were ready to go and I heard the apartment door shut and then there was silence.
I was alone in the flat, Marisol and Javi had gone out for the evening and were unlikely to be back for some time. I decided to go and have a nose (literally) in the television room. I pulled her panty drawer out from under the sofa and now it was overflowing with frothy little thongs of many colours. She seemed to favour thongs with adjustable side straps, I liked that, I thought that that quality might allow me to wear them. I would be able to adjust them to my waist but there's no way that the little panels of cloth at the front would contain my cock and balls.
I sat on the quilt on the sofa which was now Sammy's bed and placed her panty drawer beside me and began to extract her panties one by one. The first pair that I picked were a lovely pair of panties, quite full cut compared to the rest with a fuschia coloured front panel with a very pale lime green-yellow waistband meeting the central panel on either side. A bow that matched the colour of the waist decorated the centre. I held them to my cheek and felt their softness.
The second pair I selected were white lacy cotton with a floral pattern and a broad waistband, a little white bow decorated the front panel on either side. Next, out the drawer were a black lacy floral mesh thong with adjustable side straps and a huge silky orange-red bow that dwarfed the back panel. I imagined sticking my cock inside them as she wore them, sliding it up between her bum cheeks and enjoying seeing that big bow sitting above my erect shaft. Some chance!
A blue and white striped panty with marine blue and purple horizontal waves caught my attention not only because one of the blue waves was the tone of my very favourite colour. I held them between my hands and marvelled at their minuscule scale thinking how she would look dressed in them.
Soon I was examining a pair of black panties with the central quadrilateral in opaque nylon with a tiny white bow that decorated the centre of the waistband. On either side was a sheer transparent panel that composed the waistband divided by a vertical ribbon into two separate sheer windows . I knew that if I put them on I would want to photograph my glans behind the veil of that sheer nylon window. In my mind's eye, I saw Sammy's beautiful little fingers ever so gently stroking the head of my cock through the nylon as though it was her favourite pet cat.
Last but not least. Panties that had a red front panel with deep red little polka dots. The waistband was grey with scalloped edging where they would sit against her tummy and there was a delightful yellow ribbon tied with contrasting red tape in the centre of the waistband. Those were the jewel in the crown of the treasure.
Towards the bottom of the drawer were many pairs of sheer white tangas which I imagined Sammy wore beneath the thin white cotton trousers of her work uniform at the pharmacy.
I took a look in the other drawers and noted that her toys were now accompanied by several pairs of black pantyhose and a pair of lovely white stockings with reinforced toes and lacy floral hold up tops. There were also the legs that had been removed from a pair of black pantyhose, they were quite badly laddered and must have seen some torrid, frantic sexual action I thought.
I had a quick rummage through the third draw that contained her bras, some recognisable as matching some of the panties I had seen. A pair of cat's ears and a garter in animal print were two of the most curious items in there. The most interesting garment in there was a black lace bodice with red bra panels. It had a huge orange-red bow hanging from the back and obviously matched the panties with the similar bow on the back I had examined some moments before. If I were to imagine Sammy as my dominant mistress then these matching garments would be worn with the detached legs of the black pantyhose. The black high heels she had worn the previous weekend for dinner would complete that outfit. As she was the fashionista I had the idea that she might have accessorised her mistress outfit with her braces.
I wanted to find the black lacy panties that she had recently bought at the hypermarket, obviously, they must be in the laundry basket. I decided to check in her bed but there was nothing there. I lifted her pillow and my heart nearly stopped when I saw lying beneath it a bra and panty set. The pattern mimicking the colouring of the coat of a leopard. Animal print panties and bra. The rest of her feline disguise.
Following the principle of saving the best until last, I selected the bra and held it between my two hands. The material that would cover her beautiful tiny tits was hardly more than an inverted panty panel. There was no supporting quality to the garment at all it would merely obscure her breasts from view. One could not describe it as a cup as with more supportive garments it was just a panel of flimsy cotton. Each of the two panels were attached at their lower reach to a strap of black reticulate lace that would surround her chest and could be tied at the back. From this reticulate band, each panel was adorned on either side by independent thin black straps that met at the apex at the top of each panel and there each panel was decorated with a black bow. The background of each panel was white and upon this was printed the leopard's hollow spots in black some with a pale yellow interior.
Having admired the bra I picked up the matching panty. The panty was fashioned from two tiny panels joined by a gusset. The front panel was just adequate in size to cover a well-trimmed minge and was decorated on the top edge by a black bow. The back panel was minuscule just large enough to land one's cock head on and act as a target for ejaculate. The panties would be held in place by long thin black ribbons that were attached to either side of the top of the back panel. These could be tied to similar ribbons that extended from the one side of the front panel, continued unattached above that panel and then extended from the other side. These ribbons would be tied like shoelaces on either side of the wearer's hips. They were principally designed to be removed, or brushed aside, they were merely an invitation that cried, 'fuck me'. Some calling card. I put the bra and panty back beneath Sammy's pillow having promised them I would be back at a later date and that they could have me then.
I went over to the laundry basket and removed the lid. The basket was quite empty. I put my hand in and grabbed a black and red check shirt, a red and purple check shirt and a royal blue singlet. Beneath those were the white tunic and white trouser of the pharmacy, the trousers were inside out and a darling little sheer white nylon tanga was still sitting inside them. It had a little pale yellow track running through the gusset and I lifted it to my face and sniffed.
A musty earthy bread. I was immediately delirious and when I extended the tip of my tongue and tasted Sammy's bitter discharge my cock immediately began to unfurl and fly proudly in my pants. Holding them to my nose I continued exploring her laundry basket and at the bottom were two tiny thongs, one red and one black. I reached in and lifted them carefully as befits anything precious. I was overwhelmed to discover that they were those that she had purchased recently in the hypermarket and finally I had the mind to swap hers for mine.
I wanted hers, hers that had kissed her sex. Hers that had collected her secretion, hers that contained her essence. I quickly tidied everything I had disturbed in her room and took the tiny red and black panties, crushed within the palm of my right hand and went to my room and placed them under my pillow. I opened my own panty drawer and took out those panties that I had purchased, selected amongst them for those sized S and went back to the television room and plunged the imposters to the bottom of her laundry basket.
Having her soiled fragrant panties was an utter delight but there is always the desire for more. I could not forget those slate grey transparent nylon ankle socks that Sammy had used to accessorise her bloke's costume. She would be wearing them the whole night, dancing in them no doubt. I wanted them. I wanted the fragrance of her cunt and I wanted the fragrance of her toes. When I wanked, imagining her in my embrace, her doing me, her face, her smile, her complete attention, I wanted to have as much of her as she could muster. I was going to steal those nylon socks. No more energy for espionage. They belonged to me.
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I'd heard of Venezuela prior to the arrival of Sammy at the apartment and I knew it was somewhere in South America. I still know little about it although I now know more than I did about its location amongst the many countries that make up that land mass. It has a share of that continent but by far the largest country is Brazil to the south and even further in that direction is the second biggest nation, Argentina, which extends all the way to the southern tip of the land. Venezuela extends from the northern coast some one thousand kilometres southward almost to kiss the equator. From the border with Colombia in the West to the border with Guyana in the East, it is some twelve hundred kilometres at its widest point. The shape of the country looks like a squashed continent of Africa. It was colonial country and speaks the language that arrived from the continent of Europe quite a while ago, it was probably a bit of a shock.
Another thing that occurs following an invasion is that the indigenous population and the invaders get it on. Genes mix, the health of the population improves (notwithstanding the traffic of disease to populations that have no natural immunity) and it throws up some beautiful people such as Sammy. Check out the Anglo-Indian population in the United Kingdom, they're beautiful.
I didn't see Sammy the following Sunday the night after the fancy dress party. I wasn't surprised. There was no way that she would get through that party, looking the way she did, without scoring the coolest looking guy at the party. I expected that she would spend the following day with him, the two of them spending the whole day shagging each other's brains out as is customary with very young people making a new acquaintance.
I did hear her the following morning, though. She was singing as she came back along the corridor from her morning shower. I recognised the song as, 'Being with You', by Smokey Robinson. I wondered if she was in love.
I rolled out of bed, I wanted to see her and find out how her party had gone. I went to the shower room and did the stuff and then in my dressing gown I went to the kitchen and took two eggs from the refrigerator. Yeast extract for making proper toast soldiers is freely available in Spain because of all the ex-pats. I had just spooned my eggs into a pan of boiling water when Sammy appeared at the kitchen door, dressed for the university. I found myself with four eggs on the boil. Two would be ready to eat in precisely five minutes, the other two anytime as long as I was sharing an apartment with her.
"Good party?" Sammy, I nosed.
"Brilliant Marti, I danced all night long and your underpants stole the show, I'll return them to you when I've washed them," she informed me.
"Don't have to if you don't want to love," I said to her. Sammy smiled.
"I met a really nice guy and spent the day with him yesterday, he was very nice but I won't be seeing him again he's not for me," she told me.
"Oh why's that," I nosed.
"Well he was very nice but he was really rough in bed, I like it very gentle," she said.
"Fair enough, you'll find one, don't you dare have anything less than you deserve," I replied.
Sammy left the apartment shortly afterwards leaving me to eat my breakfast. I went to the TV room and lifted the lid of Sammy's laundry basket. Her black top was the first item I saw but beneath it was a pair of underpants that I recognised and poking out from beneath them were her slate grey nylon ankle socks. I collected them and the black top and I went to my room. I threw Sammy's nylon socks and her black top onto my bed.
Stripping out of my clothes, I reached out towards my panty drawer and took out the black panties that were my size and identical in style to those that Sammy wore. I stepped into the black panties and peeled my bed open. I took the two pairs of Sammy's soiled panties from beneath my pillow and collected her little nylon socks and her top and arranged them there too.
