In A Special Hiding Place

While at the reception of my son's wedding, my wife's friend was standing next to an arm chair I was seated at. I placed my hand at the back of her leg and slowly eased my way up. I looked up at her to see what her response would be. She looked down at me and smiled, giving me the go ahead. As I continued my upward travel, I soon realized she was wearing thigh-high stockings under her dress. It wasn't long until I found the elastic edge of her panties. I began to rub my thumb against them. It didn't take long before she started to get excited. After a couple of minutes, she moved away a bit, and I removed my hand. I think she was feeling a little uncomfortable and didn't want to complete with all those people around. Anyway, she leaned down and told me she'd be right back. She had to go to the restroom. When she returned, she leaned down again and told me to take what she had in her hand. It was her panties, which I quickly placed in my coat pocket. To this day, which has been about three years, I still have her panties. I hide them where my wife can't find them.

— Kirk, 53