Stealin' Her Panties

The thought had never entered my mind. Then, all at once, in the corner of the room, I saw her bag. Sticking out of the top was her jeans, t-shirt and a lovely pair of lavendar satin panties... The rehearsal were complete, the songs had been properly prepared. The dress rehearsals went better than any of us in the cast had expected. It was "Opening Night"! During our rehearsals the differences between the men's and women's dressing rooms seemed a bit blurred. There were always girls running in and out of the men's to get that last minute bit of "mirror-time" before the show went on. The guys, too, would wander in and out of the girl's room...possibly to get a bit of help with their own make-up...and some of us to just get a couple of good looks at some of the girls in stages of undress. The show required some extensive dancing, so most of the ladies were in great physical shape. Tight little asses and firm titties were everywhere one looked. Prior to the show, I was dressed and ready, sitting back-stage just helping with any last minute problems that arose. There was a knock on the door, back behind the stage. I opened it, only to find a florist that had literally backed his truck up to the door with flowers for all the cast members. I started helping him get them into the back of the theatre and distributed to the proper actor. Cheryl, the leading lady, had received over 2 dozen groups of flowers, from friends, family and lovers. She had her own dressing room. I knocked on the door, but to no answer. Again, I knocked and started to open the door. The room was empty, so I immediately entered and layed the flowers on her make-up table. The smell of roses, carnations, mums and other filled the room with aural pleasures. Heading back out, I noticed her duffle bag that she brought to the show each night. Her street clothes were randomly tossed across the top. The tight pair of jeans that cuddled her cute little ass...The one-size too small t-shirt that made her tits appear that much larger. Holding the door for the florist, he brought another group of flowers in. I put them on another table on the other side of her duffle bag. At that moment, I looked down and saw a pair of satiny lavendar panties discarded beneath the jeans. All at once, I felt like everyone was looking at me for what I was thinking. The florist had just left and I was the only one in the room. Quickly, I grabbed the panties and shoved them into the pocket of my slacks. I ran to the restroom. As soon as I had locked myself into a stall...I pulled the soft material from my pocket and opened them up to stare at the crotch of the panties. They were still warm and moist. I brought them to my nose...my nostrils flared as I took in the lovely aroma of her womanhood. My cock strained beneath my trousers. I pulled it from the confines of my boxers and began to gently stroke it as I closed my eyes and continued to take in the smells of Cheryl's panties. Jacking myself faster, I felt cum building in my loins. I began to lightly lick at the small wetness she had left, as if to taste the pussy it had come from. My licking that spot seemed to make the aroma even stronger as I jacked my cock harder now. A moment later and I was releasing rope after rope of my male seed into the porcelain bowl. My mind was in a quiet and satisfied state. All at once I heard, "Places, places everyone!!!" Coming back to reality, I quickly cleaned myself and stuffed the panties back into my pocket. As I headed toward the stage, her dressing room door was open. I quietly and quickly slipped in and replaced them. What a treat. Getting the opportunity to jack off with the leading ladies panties. I hope she gets more flowers tomorrow evening, so I can make a return visit to her dressing room. I brought her flowers for the final show, just to be able to deliver them to her room one more time. I was able to "borrow" another pair of her red satin panties that evening. This time, I kept them as a momento of the show and my decadent fetish. Thanks, Cheryl.