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Panties in the Changing Room

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Let me start by telling you I am a pantie loving voyeuristic exhibitionist. The almost instantaneous hard on I get when I see panties up a skirt or rising above the tight jeans of a hot chick as she bends over to look at some interesting shit on the bottom shelf at the store is a strange primal arousal. I incorporate panties in my masturbation routine a lot. One of my favourite ways to have 'fun' is while shopping for jeans. Certain stores have one changing room area for everyone. Imagine a place where naked hot women(maybe she could be in a wet stinky thong) and Randy Hardman are feet apart. Where conversations about how a girls ass looks or the cuteness of each other expressed in dick hardening high pitch tones go on for my pleasure. So I grab a few pair of jeans and then secretly (kinda) find a sexy women's jeans miniskirt and some panties. I put the miniskirt in the middle of my stack and the little thongs in a pocket of the mini undetected.

Then in the changing room I get totally naked. My arousal starts immediately but I can't touch myself until I get really relaxed by deep breathing usually a couple of minutes. Then I put on panties. The brush of the lace or satin is the first contact my aching for attention cock feels. I put on the jean skirt and position the stool or sit on the floor and look at my now super hard cock spearheading in a background of miniskirt and panties. Then agonizingly slow stroking of only the base of my shaft with the other panties from the shelf. Masturbating while surrounded by women talking as if I wasn't there gets my head really spinning.

Every inch of my cock starts to feel those little panties rubbing it with a little more friction and intensity. I start to imagine the woman who buys this pair of special panties after I put them back where I found them. Or the one snuggling and tugging at my butt hole. I look close in the mirror and watch that little fabric caress and stimulate me while I can't help but move my panty clad hand nearer to the head of my made of steel penis. I then usually find a sweet rhythm that feels awesome makes very little noise and I just listen and look at my nicely aroused self. I almost never cum because there are so many great jeans to try on at some other stores. I force myself to stop and leave. On my way out I return my masturbation materials back for sale and get my nasty perverted mind and body on to other things. I promise I'll mention those later.



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