The Ph Burglar 1: The Pantyhose Burglar

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It happened, when I was 18 years old, still living with my parents in our beautiful house with a wonderful neighborhood. My parents' next door neighbors are still today the "Sommer's" - Mary and John Sommer. John at the time happening was 34 years old, his wife Mary 29. Both were Yuppies and had no kids - they still have none today. John is a successful lawyer, his wife Mary works as a secretary for a big insurance company. Both earn a lot of money and whenever they are on holiday they don't stay at home but do a lot of traveling. My mother and Mary are very close friends, so my mother always had to take care of John and Mary's house, when they were away - but not this time! As this story happened, both my parents had to leave town for a funeral of a not so close relative of our family. I was allowed to stay at home and my mom gave ME the keys to John and Mary's house.

That was my opportunity to raid Mary's underwear drawers. Let me describe Mary for your imagination. Do you know Heather Thomas from the series "The Fall Guy" ? If you have her picture in mind, you've got a good imagination of what Mary looks like, blonde, tall, slim figure, a gorgeous face. As a secretary of an insurance company she has a lot of contact to clients. Jeans were a taboo for her working career. I knew from seeing her leaving for work that she must have a very, very big collection of nice pantyhose. What even more was the object of my desires - I knew, she does aerobic and jazz-dancing, so she must have some nice pieces like shiny lycra-leggings, bodies or (that would be my greatest dream) a full-body lycra unitard. Of course, I hadn't seen such an item of clothing on her, but, hey - a boy has his dreams!

The only problem was, how to grab all the things I wanted from her, so that she has no idea, WHO stole them - I wanted to "fake" a burglary. My parents were not at home, Mary and John were on holiday - so, I thought, this is the right time. What I did not know, Mary gave another key to Joanna, the neighbor over the street, a single 30 year old woman. To describe Joanna is not very easy, well, if you take M. Lewinsky and imagine her losing a few pounds, perhaps then you've got a very close picture of Joanna.

I felt very sure in my plans - I did not bring any masks, gloves, tape or a little lamp with me when I entered Mary's house to the front door - hey, I had a key and was allowed, to "take care" of the house. The only item I had, was a bag to transport the treasures that were to find. With a pounding heart and trembling hands I made my way to Mary's and John's bedroom upstairs on the first floor. I was so stupid, I even switched on the light. It didn't even come to my mind, that the action in the bedroom could easily be seen from the house over the street. The bedroom was a quite normal one: a big bed with two nightstands, a big closet with mirrors and two small closets. The first of the two small closets only had John's underwear in it, so I concentrated on the second: oh yeah, I can tell you, I was in pantyhose heaven!! I filled my bag with at least 10 pairs of mostly very, very expensive pantyhose starting from $10. Most of her pantyhose was very smooth, I think microfibre was one of the main parts of it; I concentrated on the shiny ones, I like most - but also took some of the normal ones. I am not really into stay-up stockings but she had also some very nice satin stay-ups, I could not resist to take. The bag was nearly full, when I decided to look for her aerobics and dance attire.

The little closet did not hold anything what could be used for dancing, so I opened the big closet. As it had four doors, it took me some time to find the place, where her lycra-clothing had its place, but again I was in heaven. There were 5 pairs of leggings, 3 bodies with long arms and (I still have it in my collection today) a full-body lycra-catsuit in shiny blue with long arms and long legs. That was too much for me - the best would have been just to grab it and then leave the house at high speed. But my feelings just overwhelmed me - I put the best pair of leggings and one nice body in my bag but I wanted to try this catsuit on NOW and see how it looks like in these full-size mirrors on Mary's and John's closet in their bedroom.

I was so concentrated on slipping off my own clothes and dressing in the shiny blue catsuit with nothing underneath(!) that I did not hear the front door in the ground floor being unlocked and opened. Our neighbor over the street, Joanna, had seen the light in the first floor and wanted to check, what's up over there. When I heard her coming up the stairs in direction of the bedroom, I knew, it was too late for me. I stood there in the middle of the bedroom, a bag of stolen pantyhose lying on the bed, drawers and the closet wide open and the best: dressed in Mary's shiny blue catsuit, which fitted quite nice, by the way - it had a zipper on the back and covered my whole body from below my head down to my toes. I could never explain that kind of dressing to Joanna, so I had to go all the way.

Joanna was only a few steps away from the bedroom, when I grabbed a thick opaque black pantyhose from Mary's collection out of the drawer and pulled it over my face. As fast as I could, I jumped behind the door to hide myself from Joanna's view. I already heard her calling my name and that of my parents, when she approached the bedroom. As she opened the door, Joanna again called: "Tom, Lisa, are you there?" My heart was beating like a drum, when I attacked her from behind. She was so surprised, she did not even think of screaming as I jumped on her and wrestled her to the ground. "Oh my god, who are you?" Joanna asked with fear trembling in her voice. I had to disguise my voice, so she could not recognize me, for that I also I faked a foreign accent. "Quiet - don't speak - you're alone?" - "Yes, there's nobody with me, but who are mmmpff!!" I silenced her with my hand over her mouth, still pinning her to the ground with my body and my other hand. Joanna must have been really frightened, being attacked by a masked burglar in a shiny blue catsuit, through which you could see the hard-on I had in the mean time.

"What mmmpff do mmhh you mmmpff want with mmpff me, oh mmmpf dear??" - while wrestling, Joanna still managed to talk whenever my hand got a little bit lose, so I had to take care of that: "Listen, bitch, I am going to gag you, so you can't call for help, ok!" She looked at me half begging half with anger in her eyes. I dragged her on the floor to the little closet on the side of the bedroom, took out one of Mary's left pantyhose - it was difficult rolling up pantyhose in a ball and in the same time securing a struggling captive. It is time, telling you Joanna's attire: she was dressed quite normal: Jeans, a Nike-T-Shirt, sneakers and white tennis socks. While dragging her, she lost one of her sneakers. Joanna again was able to make a few sounds, while I rolled up the pantyhose: "Help mmpff Heeelp mmmpf Mee mmpff - MMMMpfffffffhh, mmmmmpffffhh, MMMpffffh" - so, finally the rolled up skin-coloured pantyhose was in her mouth, i rolled up a second one, to make sure, she can't make any sounds anymore and stuffed it also in her mouth. I secured the two pairs of pantyhose with another opaque black one, I bound around her head. "So, now be quiet!!" I threatened her. The only sound, Joanna could now make, was mmmphhing.

It was easier to bind her hands behind her back and her ankles together than gagging her before. Mary's closet had still enough pantyhose of a lower quality than those in my bag to wrap 2 pairs of them around her ankles, one pair around her hands and another pair around her thighs above her knees. I connected the pantyhose around her ankles and that around her hands with another pair of Mary's pantyhose in order to put Joanna in a hogtie, she can't escape. All the time, I needed to bind her she did her best mmmphhing, I ever heard - too bad, I didn't have a cassette-recorder. I could have recorded it for listening later again to it. I thought, the best would be to also rob her off her sight and took out one of Mary's scarves out of the closet and wrapped it around Joanna's head. A blindfolded, bound and gagged Joanna - now I was satisfied with my work.

Joanna was still struggling and mmmphhing, when I gathered the bag of pantyhose, stripped out of the catsuit and put it also in my bag. I quickly dressed in my normal attire, still wearing the pantyhose mask, just in case Joanna's blindfold would come lose. I don't know, why I did it, I am really not into socks, but I decided to strip Joanna off her tennis socks - perhaps I wanted just a reminder of her, struggling on the floor. I removed the sneaker, she had still on and slid off her socks in one fast move, one at a time. It was the right decision - Joanna wore black pantyhose under her socks. I did not want to cut away all the pantyhose that served as bindings, just to steal also Joanna's pantyhose from her body - of course, I was very, very tempted to do it, but I did not. Instead I gave her 5 minutes of intensive sole-tickling through her pantyhose. The noise a woman makes, when she's gagged and is tickled is a very, very sexy one! It was a mixture of "Stop, please, mmmphh" and uncontrolled mmphed laughing. I think, I nearky tickled her into unconsciousness, but stopped in time. Before I left, I whispered in Joanna's ears: "And don't tell anyone, what happened here - I know, where you're living - I could come back some time and take care of you, hah hah hah!!"

As all my belongings and the former belongings of Mary were gathered, I left the room and switched out the light. Safely outside the bedroom, I took off the pantyhose mask and stuffed it also in my bag. Now I only had to open a window in the cellar, through which the "burglar" must have entered the house. I also threw a few things around in the ground floor and in the cellar to make the burglary look more "real". I transported the stolen clothes in my safe deposit in our house - as I already told you, I still have the catsuit and some of Mary's pantyhose today.

The next morning, around 11 a.m., my parents were back from the funeral. One of the first things my mother wanted to know: "Did you water Mary's plants?" Of course I did not, so I told her: "Oh my god, I knew, I forgot something, you should do it right now - perhaps it is better so - you know, I am not very good in these things!" "Men!", said my mother, "sometime they will invent vibrators that also mow lawns - we don't need you anymore then!" My father laughed and Mom took the key for Mary's house. She did not come back for a long, long time. She was very, very nervous coming back. I asked her, but she said nothing happened - she met Joanna on the way and they have talked for a while - nothing special. "Yeah," I thought to myself," you MET her, I'm sure of that, he he!"

"At least...", I thought to myself satisfied, "...Joanna's acting just like she's supposed to!" About 2 years later, after drinking a lot of wine at a neighborhood party, my mother, Mary and Joanna told "the guys" the awful story of the burglary. They never told it to the police. The best sentence, I remember from that party, was one of Mary's: "... and imagine - I really had to refill my pantyhose drawer from the beginning after the robbery; the pig stole my pantyhose, worth more than $150 and my blue catsuit, I loved so much..... so good, Joanna prevented him from taking more..." Who could know that better than me, he, he!!

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