Panty sniffing can of course be a risky activity. There is always the fear of being caught, of being exposed for indulging in this fetish. What follows is a true story of what happened to me when I gave in to temptation and stole a pair of panties. Going back a few years, when I was in my early twenties, I was going out with a girl who was very much into fitness. She would go to the gym regularly, jog most mornings, do aerobics and dancing. Sadly I didn’t share her enthusiasm for fitness, and sometimes we would fall out because of this. It felt as though she’d rather go to the gym with her friend Tracey than spend any time with me. I started to see a lot of Tracey. She was always around at the flat, either coming back from the gym with my girlfriend, or on their way out together to exercise. I suppose I was always attracted to Tracey. She had a very good figure, very curvy. But my attraction seemed to grow whenever I saw her standing around in her gym gear, with her tight shorts that showed her panty line. I found myself having to drag my eyes away, always scared that my girlfriend would notice where my attention was suddenly focused. I started to fantasise about Tracey, about her being all sweaty after a long workout, in those cute little shorts, peeling them off to reveal her sweaty panties underneath. I thought to myself perhaps she might give me a pair if I asked her, but I soon dismissed the idea as ludicrous as I knew there was a possibility that she would tell my girlfriend. There was no way to explain the fascination to her anyway, to explain why I wanted her sweaty panties. So I simply forgot about the idea, as I couldn’t see any way that I could get a pair of her panties without her knowing that I’d taken them. They would often come back to the flat after a workout, changed by this time into their normal clothes. My girlfriend would immediately get her dirty gym clothes and put them in the washing bin, whilst Tracey would put her gym clothes in her bag. It was agony, knowing that what I desired was so close, tucked away in her bag, and yet I couldn’t do anything about it. Then one day things changed. My girlfriend and Tracey had come back from their workout as usual. I came downstairs, and I could hear them both talking in the kitchen. I went into the front room, and there was Tracey’s bag on the floor by the sofa. My heart started to race. I crept back to the door to check that they were still talking, and then I walked over to the bag. I was very scared, but at the same time I knew that if I wanted them then I had to act quickly. My hands were shaking as I unzipped her bag as quietly as I could. Her towel was on the top, and when I moved that aside there was a bundle of clothes underneath. They felt damp with perspiration. I got hold of her shorts, and there, tucked inside, I found her white panties. My heart was beating so fast by this point, I expected at any moment for my girlfriend and Tracey to come bursting in through the door. I grabbed the panties, stuck them in my pocket, and then put her shorts back where I’d found them, with her towel on top, and zipped up her bag. I stood for a minute, trying to reassure myself that the bag looked just as it had before I’d opened it, and that Tracey wouldn’t notice any difference. Then I ran upstairs, still very nervous. When I got to the bedroom I pulled out the panties and sank to my knees. I held the panties against my face. They were still damp from her workout. I breathed in deeply, and I was immediately throbbing. I examined the panties in more detail, smelling both her scent in the gusset, and also her sweat, especially where the panties had been nestled between her round cheeks. I wanted to play with myself, but I knew that I didn’t have much time, that I had to put the panties back in her bag before she left. But it was too late. I could hear them both talking in the hall, and arranging to meet the next day. I went back to the bedroom and pulled down my trousers. The need for relief was overwhelming now, holding her damp panties in my hand. I started to play with myself, with the panties against my face. I breathed in the strong scent, and then, when I could hold back no longer, I relieved myself in her panties. I lay back on the floor, panting and out of breath, when the door slammed and my girlfriend shouted up to me, asking me what I was doing. I quickly pulled my trousers up, and shoved the panties out of sight. It was only afterwards that I started to worry about stealing the panties, and wondering how I was going to put them back. There was no way to put them back of course, I realised that, and certainly not after I’d made such a mess in them. So for the next few days I avoided Tracey as best I could. I asked my girlfriend what time she was calling round, and made sure I wasn’t around. Things seemed to be going to plan, but a few days later she called round early, and I didn’t know what to do. When she talked to me I avoided looking at her, desperately trying to hide my embarrassment. I was convinced that she knew. There was no proof that I’d taken them, but the way I was acting, how nervous I was, had to have made her suspicious. My girlfriend left us alone for a moment, and I decided to pretend to look for something, anything so I wouldn’t have to talk to her. ‘Have you lost something?’ she asked. ‘Yes and I can’t find it anywhere’ I said. Then suddenly she laughed. I turned round to look at her. She was bending over in her gym clothes, rummaging in her bag. I stood and watched her for a moment. I couldn’t help looking at her, bending over in front of me, and then she noticed me looking at her. ‘It’s funny’ she said ‘how easy it is to misplace things. I do it all the time’. I looked away, my face burning, just as my girlfriend appeared. ‘Right we’re off, we won’t be long. Have fun’ she said, kissing me on the cheek. ‘Oh he’ll have fun all right’ said Tracey, looking back at me. I felt my face redden even more, and quickly had to turn away. When they’d gone I got out the panties again. I looked at them, and I felt silly that a pair of panties could end up finishing our relationship. I put them to my face again, breathing in the strong scent, and suddenly all I could think about was Tracey, and her standing there, all sweaty and sexy, and I felt so lucky to have those panties. I was enthralled with them.