My favorite way to acquire panties

These days it's pretty difficult to steal panties, as many homes have security cameras. Buying retail or online are OK. Buying at the thrift shop is nice, you know they've been previously worn and been up close and personal with a warm pussy. The donation bins were always a great place to get them, but even those are more difficult to find and usually in a public place.

I prefer to travel to nearby towns, and check out the yard sales. They're often selling womens clothes, including swimsuits, lingerie and underwear. I look for one being hosted by the mom, or even better, sometimes the teen ******** is in charge. I can make my selections, and look them in the eye as I pay them.

When I'm jerking off at home later, with their panties covering my face, I can visual them and imagine being nose deep between their legs.

Anyone else buy them this way?

olá,dá-me uma dica, onde consigo arranjar , assim uma imagem, igual à tua , aplativa para o meu perfil, para poder dizer a quem me vê aquilo de que gosto.
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yes. I have. I like stores, used and new too.
I tell the clerk, this pair is for my wife, and the pink ones are mine.

What is the clerck reaction when you tell her the pink one is for you sudsycat ?

i went to a store the other day and the sales girl asked me if i needed help, i had already selected some panties but i told i needed to buy a bra for myself but wasn't sure what size. She was so helpful, she said i could try some on and she even brought me a few options to try. She saw me in one and had a little smirk. She was only young, about 25, her name was breanna. it was so humiliating but also a real thrill

Congratulation secretaussie!

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Different reactions from different clerks.
Mostly I get a 'I don't judge look', or a 'I don't want to know look'.
Once right when I set them on the counter the clerk said "you will look cute in those". She started to apologize, but I quickly thanked her, and held them up to my crotch like I was modeling them.
Other clerks have told me they are cute, or enjoy.

At high end dept stores, if there are no other customers, I have gotten very nice service.
Cute young clerk in loose top which offered glimpses of her bra and titties helped me one time.
I explained that my wife was at home with her boyfriend.
They had sent me there with instructions to buy myself bra and panties to wear when I got back.
I've gotten the reaction "that's not nice". Also "do you join in?".
Her reaction was more like "good for you, good for them. I understand and will help".
She helped me pick out cute, matching (expensive) bra and panties.
I asked if I could use the dressing room, but she said no.
As I left the store, stepping into the mall, the alarm went off.
Everyone turned and looked at me.
I had visions of being arrested for stealing panties.
I hurried back to the cute lingerie clerk.
I was beet red with hum1l1ation.
She had "forgotten" to take off the security thingy.
She giggled as she apologized.

I have also shopped in the stores that cater to strippers. But those are stories for another time.

Nice story sudsycat,well done and thx.

I did not consider myself a sissy until more recently.
I just had a deep, dark, infatuation with women's underwear.
And a few other deep, dark infatuations.

Once a fam1ly house guest, a friend of my s1sters, left behind a b3bydoll nightie.
This was in the 1970s and it was sheer and nylon, as was the fashion.
It ended up stored in the linen closet.
I would sneak it out and wear it when no one was home.

Once I was living on my own I got over my infatuation. Or at least I tried.
I sniffed roommates panties, and wore their pantyhose when I got a chance.

My first time buying undies was in the 80s.
Victoria Secret was not yet in business, and there was not a lot of variety or choices in lingerie.
Downtown a store opened that sold high end sexy and sensual lingerie.
One day I knew I had to go in and buy myself something.
I had become infatuated with garters and stockings.
Finally, I went in, the place was empty, the clerk was young and beautiful, but older and more confident than my 24yrs.
I squeaked, that I wanted to buy some panties and garter and stockings.
She said something like, 'it sounds like you are going to have fun tonight'.
She picked out some things for me and told me to try on the stockings.
I was too scared to take off my jeans, and was trying to pull them up while wearing them.
She stepped in to the dressing room to help.
This could be the start of a great fantasy story, but I am telling the truth here.
She saw that I was hopeless. I bought the stuff and left.

I went to a spot where the had coin op jack off booths that let you see into a room with dancing naked girls.
I put on my now pretty things.
The dancing girls loved it, and one gave me a great show.
I quickly came in my panties and left.

But now I had a collection going.

After the above outing I began amassing a secret collection of girly things.
Mostly stolen from my apt building's laundry room.
A few times I bought panties from prostitutes.
One woman brought me up to her apt, took a pair of panties out of her dirty clothes hamper, and had me try them on.
She sat their looking with that intense stare that women get looking at undressed men.
I wanted to have sex with her, but once the panties were on I just felt too girly perform.
She laughed and teased me.
I was embarrassed and confused.
I couldn't wait to get home and jerk off into the panties while thinking about what had just happened.

After that I met someone special, threw away all my girly things and moved across country, leaving behind my crossdressing life.

But not for long.

My latest acquisition. Calvin Klein size M pink with lace trim. They feel like butter on my little dick.