Down Amongst the Dumpsters

Oh, how that contrasted with where I found myself! I sometimes have an urge to do something that surprises even me! Something dirty…grimy…smelly. 

And a dimly lit multi-story car park triggered just such an event. On the floor I’d parked there were a row of dumpsters that backed onto the service doors of a nightclub. The lids were thrown back, and something had attracted Miss Brain, although she didn’t tell me what it was. 

I walked from the brightly lit area of the car park into the gloom around these large dumpsters. As I got closer, my nose was assaulted by the smell of stale booze, unwanted food and God above knows what else. Then, when I was standing right by one of them I realised what Miss Brain had seen. Panties…..several pairs of them, tossed into the top of one of the dumpsters. As I stood there, the service door opened, and a guy came out with a couple of black bin bags which he hoisted into the second dumpster. I nodded at the underwear and said, “Panties? Seriously?” He shrugged. ‘Oh yeah….every night there’s at least one pair of panties someone has left behind. We find them everywhere…in the restrooms, even on the floor of the main club itself." He indicted the ones I’d seen. I found those on the fucking dance floor!’ Just another day at the office, then? 

I have never been to a night club. (Yeah..I know…sad, right?) But I had no idea girls would just abandon their underwear like this. “So what…they just drop their panties?” He looked unsurprised. ‘Yeah…sometimes, it’s just for a dare, you know? But sometimes, we’ll, you should see it when the slow music kicks in. Couples groping each other on the dance floor…even fucking…right there in front of everyone. Sometimes, it happens in the toilets. We have unisex toilets here….guys, girls… guys with guys, girls with girls (file that for later) guys with girls, girls with guys. Just never sit on the carpets in there….you’ll get pregnant!” Well….talk about getting an education! How did I miss that? 

The guy went back to work, presumably to retrieve more underwear from the light fittings, and left me to my thoughts. One pair of panties looked ‘normal’, in that I could only see ‘girl’ stains, but the other looked like their owner had enjoyed a very interesting night. Cum just about everywhere. 

Isn’t it strange…that moment when you realise your clit is jumping around, waving its arms in the air and demanding attention. “Hey…look at me….hey…down here!” Well, when someone offers you their hand, it’s only polite to take it, right? 

I took a quick look round, but as I was in semi darkness I figured what the hell…and anyway….I knew this would be quick! Hand up skirt, into panties (ew….wet much) and go for it. I stared at those discarded panties, and tried to imagine what their owner had got up to….and who had got up their owner! I suspect several men had got lucky with her. The grimy smell of the dumpster and the sight of those undies was….you know, I don’t know what it was….it was a bloody long way from where I usually get myself off, but there was something about it. 

I even imagined myself being fucked out here….someone picks me up in the club, he’s trying way too hard, and clearly thinks he is some kind of Romeo. It doesn’t matter….I’m up for anything. He leads me out here, thinking it’s ‘romantic’, but we both know romance is the last thing on either of our minds…he wants a fuck, and any vagina would do…it just happens to be mine. He kisses me in a way he thinks exudes passion…what it really exudes is beer and cannabis smoke. I’m actually grateful when he turns me around and bends me forward against the dumpster and pulls my panties aside. He shoves his way into me and bangs me for about 30 seconds before he groans and I feel him spurt. 

This grim, dirty, sordid little scene, together with the very real smell from the dumpsters and the sight of these panties, produces a most satisfying cum into my panties. Far more satisfying than I thought it would be. I cum, and cum, and cum, and keep cumming. I feel the usual gout of wetness run over my fingers and into the soft cotton of my panties. 

The cum subsides, and eventually, I feel myself stop leaking…well..maybe not stop, just leak less. 

An idea pops into my head. I push the crotch of my panties into me and try to use them to ‘dry’ myself. (Hahaha some hopes!) Then I take a quick look around - no-one there. I slip them off and arrange them, crotch uppermost, next to the two discarded pairs already in there. Something in me wants…needs to be a part of the grunge. 

Maybe someone will look into my panties and think “hmm..someone had a good night!”