Whose Panties Are These?

By | July 1, 2008

We have been so busy lately that our planned intentions to swim three times a week have been dashed this past week. In fact we haven’t been for a whole week until today. spank me later if you like πŸ˜‰

I have been working longer hours at work to cover for holidaying staff or should I say Busty. She is away for a couple of weeks with that shitty boyfriend of hers, he treats her badly and she keeps going back for more. She could be so much more happier with me. Evil grin.

Both of us got to the pool later than normal and ended up swimming for all we were worth to get our laps in before the hour was out. Suze didn’t quite make her quota of 50 laps, I only managed to get 48 in today before we had to get out of the pool so they could close.

Feeling better for having done it, I climbed out of the pool and made my way to the changing room. I removed my bag from the locker and fumbled inside it for my toiletries and towel. There were already a couple of girls on the far end of the row when I got there.

One had a very nice pair of boobs but didn’t take off her swimsuit so I didn’t get chance to appreciate them properly. πŸ™ I lathered up my hair, conditioned and then slipped out of my swimsuit while the magic ingredients conditioned my locks.

At this point the showers either become empty due to the embarrassment of the others occupying the adjacent showerheads or the stayers will continue to shower and pretend they haven’t noticed a naked girl next to them. I don’t know what it is about some people, we are all girls together. πŸ˜‰

When I finished rinsing the conditioner out of my hair I stepped out of the shower, grabbed my towel off the hanger and made my way back to the seating area with my bag and clothing in. I didn’t notice at first but then something caught my eye. Those panties laying on top of my clothing did not look familiar.

I leant over to inspect the pair of white boy shorts with red piping around. No, they weren’t mine. Someone had obviously associated my possessions with them because nobody else had laid their kit out.

Using my towel I brushed them to the other side of the bench. They weren’t even clean. Phewwwww! Listen girls, if you are going to leave me a present, please make sure that it is a clean one. Lol

As I walked out of the changing room I was sure someone would point out that I left something behind. Thankfully they didn’t and I made a hasty retreat.

I wonder what I may find next time…