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As you can easy guess from my name, I am into stealing the pantyhose out of gorgeous-looking women's apartments. I began stealing women's pantyhose when I was 12 years old. In the 12 years in between, my collection has grown; in former time I raided only the drawers of close relatives or my first "girl-friends", but as I became older and more experienced I tried also to get the pantyhose from other women's rooms and apartments whenever their was a good opportunity. Usually I slip into their bedrooms when I know for sure that the women will be away for a long time. But sometimes I've been wrong in my timing and was surprised by my victim, stealing her pantyhose. When that happened, I had to "take care" of the women so I could easily leave the building without them calling out for the neighbors to help her. For that case, I am always carrying a bag with certain utilities.
For 2 years from now, I've been living on campus in a big students apartment house. The apartments are not very large. Every student owns about 15 square meters of room. One floor consists of 6 apartments all in a row. Male and female students are living next to each other sharing the kitchen but having their own bath. This year, a very good looking female student from Austria moved in the first floor - Tanja. For myself, I am living on the second floor - Tanja's balcony is direct below mine. Because she is drying her laundry on her balcony when the weather is fine, I know, she owns a lot of fine and silky pantyhose. The plan was clear: I had to learn her habits and then - when the time's right, slip into her apartment and grab some of her pantyhose. So in the following time, I paid special attention to Tanja, when she washed her pantyhose, when she walked out in the evenings and so on.
She would be a very good "victim" for me because we had not talked very much since she moved in. So, if the burglary was discovered by her, there would be no personal relationship between us - if I did not leave any marks of myself, I would never get suspected. Let me describe Tanja for you: she's a cute girl with brown hair and brown eyes, about 20 years old, height: 1,60m, shoulder length hair, slim figure. Usually she wears decent make up and no glasses at all. I would describe her clothing style as casual for the day, i.e., usually she's into jeans, but when going out she dresses up in very, very nice attire. I think, she has no boyfriend - at least, I have never seen someone.
The evening I decided to break into Tanja's apartment, she left her room at 8 p.m., heading - I later recognized - for the theatre. She was wearing a light anthracite combination: skirt - blazer over a white blouse. Her legs clad with shiny opaque dark green pantyhose were slipped into black boots with not too high heels which ended just below her knees. We met each other in the staircase and murmured a short "Hello" - Tanja not paying much attention to me - myself paying more to her!! I watched through my window making sure, she's leaving. As the engine of her little Japanese car starts, it's settled - now or never!
I open my closet and get out my "burglar-suit". The first time I broke into a woman's apartment, I did not wear any disguise. It was only great luck, it was dark, the woman did not recognize me, when she came back surprisingly and I made my way out at high speed. But I did swear then, I will always "dress up for the occasion" when doing it again. I slipped out of my jeans and my shirt. Slowly I wrapped my feet into tight fitting black lycra leggings. Over my torso came a black turtleneck sweater. I already wore black socks. To avoid making any noise walking, I one day bought women's gymnastic shoes my size in a shoe supermarket. To complete my outfit, I had tight fitting surgical gloves for my hands and a pantyhose mask. I made the pantyhose mask one day out of one of my victims pantyhose, so it adds to the pleasure. After dressing completely, I grab a little black leather bag to transport a credit card, a roll of duct tape, a small light and a toy gun. In addition I am perfuming myself with a very cheap perfume, I don't wear normally. If my victim comes back and we have to struggle - I don't want her to recognize my perfume later, when we meet again.
Most of the students in this apartment-house only close not lock their doors for it is a very secure house (not regarding the "Pantyhose-Burglar", he he he!). Therefore it will be easy to open the door of Tanjas room with the credit card I've got in my bag. Before I am breaking into her apartment, I am leaving the house to look up the front for any lights on her floor. To my great pleasure, every window on her floor is dark - not very surprising to me: there's a student party on campus 500 m away this evening and several good films in the cinema in town. Very, very quiet I am walking to her door. I get out the rubber surgical gloves of my bag and pull them over my hands. I don't want to leave any finger prints, if some day one of my victims will call the police. As soon as my hands are in the gloves, I take out the card, slip it between the door and the doorframe in the right position and with a little "snap" the door opens. I pull the pantyhose mask half over my face above the eyes so I can pull it down in an "emergency" later.
Closing the door behind me I turn on the little lamp I brought. I am seeing a normal apartment of a female student. Tanja did not expect any visitors - clothes, books, everything is lying around. There are still plates, cups etc. on the table. I find two closets in the room - a big one with - I think - dresses, blazers, coats etc. and a tiny one, in which - I think - she has most of her underwear. I am counting 3 drawers on the tiny one: 1. slips, 2.bras, bodies, 3.socks, pantyhose, I think. Opening the first drawer I find her slips. A few shiny ones glisten in the light of my little lamp. The second drawer already holds her treasure of stockings and pantyhose. Most of Tanja's pantyhose are black, gray or skin-colored. There's only one red and one pair of light blue pantyhose. Perfect - I like the black ones most. I am putting them to my nose to check, if the pantyhose have been worn or washed. I put 2 pairs of black ones in my bag, some skin-colored and the light-blue one ... "Oh my god," I think, "there is a noise on the floor outside .." Quickly, I close the drawer, switch out my lamp, put the pantyhose mask down over my face and hide behind the door. I am hearing a key in the door; the door opens and the light is switched on.
Tanja rushes in her apartment - she has not yet seen me - "Where in hell is my concert ticket ??" she says to herself and walks around nervously. I can see the different shades of light reflecting in the pantyhose above her boots as she is walking around and searching her ticket. Silently I am closing the door and switch out the light again. As I am approaching her with the toy gun in reach like a cat, she wonders: "Oh no, this damned fuses, not again a short circuit !!" Tanja has no chance of resistance as I am wrapping one arm around her waist and press my rubber gloved other hand firmly over her mouth. "Mmmmmpfff, what's .. mmmpff". I have to disguise my voice telling her: "Don't make a sound - and you won't get hurt, ok? If you fight me, I have to hurt you - I have a gun with me." I am lowering my hand over her mouth a bit, as she stops mmpfing and crying: With trembling voice and her eyes wide open she says: "Mmmpph - What do you want? I don't have any valuables and only very little money!"
"I don't want your valuables, I want your underwear - give it to me and you won't get hurt!" - "You're a pervert, aren't you?" she asks with a certain fear in her eyes. I switch on my lamp and let it shine directly in her eyes. Tanja begs: "Ok, don't hurt me and I'll give you my undies - I just have to get them from the drawer over there!" I am pulling out my gun and tell her: "Don't move - I got those from your drawer already; give me the pantyhose and the slip you're wearing at the moment and do it fast !!"
"You don't want me to strip, do you?" Tanja asks with now more fear in her eyes. I am pointing the gun at her: "Don't make me do things, I will regret later, girl!" "Ok, ok, you can have it!," slowly she bends down and opens the zippers of her boots. As the boots come down, I scan up Tanja's legs with my lamp. The light creates different shades on the shiny fabric of her pantyhose. She puts her boots aside and begins opening her skirt. The skirt falls down and I have my first surprise: Tanja is wearing her slip ABOVE the pantyhose - none of my victims have done that before. Now I am really very aroused.
"Stop", I am shouting at her, I will do the rest! Turn around and put your hands behind your back!!" - "Listen," she whines, "you don't have to tie me up, I let you go and I won't tell anyone, really!!" Her big, big eyes are begging me, just to get her undies and then leave her alone, but I can't take any risk.
The roll of duct tape I brought now comes out: "Turn around, girl, I won't tell you twice!!" Whining and begging Tanja turns around "please .. please don't". I let her cross her ankles and tie them with several strips of shiny black tape behind her back. As I have them secured, I dig my hands - with the surgical gloves still on - in the waistband of Tanja's slip and pull it down in one fast stroke.
"Oh please, pleeaaese, just leave me alone!" - "I don't want to listen to all your whining and begging any more, girl! - Secondly, I don't want you to call for help as soon as I am gone - open up your mouth!!" With one hand I ball Tanja's worn black slip up - with the other hand I "help" her opening her mouth: "Please, you don't have to mmmmpfff mmmpfff mm.." - I am ramming the slip deep into Tanja's mouth and seal the package with three or four strips of black tape above her lips. I take long strips, so the strips cannnot get off easily. "So, now you'll be quiet, will you?" - "MMpfff mmmhh" - "Now, get down on the floor!", I force Tanja to lie down with her belly on the floor. Again, I have to "take a trip" with the shine of my lamp over her body. She's still wearing her blazer and her blouse, but below the waist, there's just her pantyhose.
But not for long - after a short caressing of Tanja's buttocks and her legs with my still rubber clad hands, I grab the pantyhose's waistband and pull them down very very slowly. I want to memorize every inch they come down over her gorgeous legs. All the time I caress her and strip off her pantyhose, Tanja wiggles on the floor and tries to cry out, but only very muffled protest comes out: "mmmpff mmpff mmh". I take her pantyhose to my nose and smell the sweet scent of Tanja's crotch mixed with her perfume before I put the pantyhose to the other hose in my black leather bag. "So, it's time for me to go now, I just have to make sure, you're not going anywhere." I take my roll of duct tape and secure Tanja's ankles and her thighs with wide strips of black tape. The tape looks great in contrast to her legs. Too bad, she's not wearing pantyhose any more, but you can't get everything. Too bad also, I did not strip off her blazer and her blouse, but I am not into tits, so no matter.
As Tanja lies there and looks at me with her big big eyes wide open above the strip of tape over her mouth, I caress her again, touching her cheeks with my hands. "Don't worry, someone will find you soon, if you don't manage to free yourself. Have a nice night, cutie!" As I am leaving the room very silently I am hearing for the last time her "Mmmmpff mmhh mpphhs". I close the door behind me and pull of my pantyhose mask. As I am 3 steps away from her door, I am very pleased to hear - nothing! It will take a long time for Tanja to make herself heard, so someone can help her. Enough time for me to go back to my apartment, slip out of the burglar-suit and play with my new pantyhose.
When I saw Tanja again in the staircase - 3 days later - she seemed quite normal: only a short "Hello" and she was gone. I don't think, she reported the burglary to anyone - most likely she managed to free herself - and so the next time I will be out for a raid is yet to come.
The end
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