“Where the hell are they?” I said aloud in my empty apartment. I was searching for my black see-through panties, Nadine’s favourites. I’m a bisexual girl in my mid twenties, five foot eight inches tall with long toned legs. I’m a hundred and ten pounds with firm 34D breasts, a flat stomach and have both nipples and my navel pierced. I’d met Nadine at The Yard when I’d moved up to Newcastle three months previously, after my firm relocated. Nadine was stunning, a six foot tall, ebony girl with an Amazonian figure and 38D cup breasts, which she hardly even needed a bra for. I had felt myself go moist the moment I had seen her J-Lo type ass, imagining her using me for her enjoyment. I had struggled to stop staring at her, even though I was with others and she was partying with other girls. I was stunned and shocked when she asked if I wanted a drink and we had been seeing each other since. She was everything I desired in a woman and more, totally dominant and just adored using me as her sex-toy. I was sharing an apartment near the Pink Triangle with Jeff, a quiet handsome guy in his early thirties, since our move up north. He was five foot six inches and slim and worked in Accounts at the place I was a secretary at. He was very quiet and a loner but kind and friendly. The apartment was a luxury one, a little above my budget hence the sharing. It was Saturday lunchtime güvenilir bahis and I was getting ready for Nadine, who was coming round to mine as Jeff was back in Birmingham for his sister’s wedding. I looked all over my room, but I couldn’t find them anywhere. I eventually gave up my search and settled for a black thong, just in time for the ring of my bell to announce Nadine’s arrival. As soon as she entered she grasped me tightly and passionately kissed me and reached round, grabbing my buttocks through my tennis skirt. I instantly melted, filled with lust as her tongue began to tickle my tonsils, my pussy involuntarily spasmed and began to get wet. She reached behind, lifted my skirt and rubbed and squeezed and nipped my butt. Lifting her mouth from mine, she looked over my shoulder to the full length hall mirror at the reflection of my ass. “Where are my favourite panties babe?” she asked. “I couldn’t find them anywhere, I’ve searched everywhere, my drawers, wardrobe, even under the bed! It’s a mystery.” I replied. “I bet your flatmate pinched them!” she said laughing. “What?” “My step brother used to pinch mine from me and masturbate in them. When did you wear them last?” she asked. “Last Saturday when we went to the triangle and back to yours,” I said “Have you washed them? You came twice last week in them, have you checked the laundry?” Nadine güvenilir bahis siteleri responded with a serious look on her face. “Well I put them in the basket, but I can’t remember them in the ironing pile,” I replied. “Jeff has probably got them in his room, sniffing them while he whacks off! He looks the type, skinny, wimpy effeminate geek. I wouldn’t be surprised if he even wears them when you’re not in,” she laughed. “Jeff’s not like that, He’s kind and I like him. He’s a bit of a geek, yeah, but he’s not into sex and I couldn’t afford this place without him here,” I said “Yeah right, let’s search his room, I bet I’m right.” she said, letting go of me and heading down the hall to his room giggling. “Wait for me then!” I responded, giggling along as I rushed after her. Neither of us had locks on our bedroom doors so we walked straight into his domain. For the next ten minutes we fruitlessly searched, his drawers, under his bed, under his mattress, in the wardrobe. We found half a dozen shoe boxes under his bed but found nothing in there except photos and letters and other boring trash. About to give up, Nadine noticed his laptop on his cabinet and at the side the carry case, bulging. Unceremoniously she plopped it on the bed and unzipped it. A huge grin enveloped Nadine’s face as my flatmate’s perversions were revealed to us. There in front of iddaa siteleri us were stockings, a suspender belt, a pair of three-inch heels, DVD’s and my panties. Nadine quickly booted up his laptop but when the screen came to life we found it was password protected. We left it on and began to root through his carry case. I opened a zipped pocket and found 4 pairs of knickers, each crusty and stuck together with his dried spunk. “Uuugh, the dirty pantie pervert!” Nadine said bursting into laughter. I very tentatively picked my see-through pair from the case and found them unsoiled by his jism. Nadine spread five DVD’s on the bed. “‘Babes Bangin Boys’, ‘Strap-on Sistas’, ‘My Girlfriend has a Cock’, ‘Bend over Boyfriend’ and ‘Strap-on Secretaries’. I bet that’s his favourite.” Nadine said pointing to the secretaries one and giggling. I opened another pocket on his case and found a slim digital camera, switched it on and quickly found his gallery. “Oh my god, look at him, I never would have guessed he was a sissy pervert!” I said as Nadine looked over my shoulders and reached round to cup my breasts. There were dozens of pictures of Jeff in stockings and suspenders, on his bed, bent over the edge of his bed, standing up and on all fours. “He has a nice ass though doesn’t he?” Nadine said as she pinched my nipples and began to nibble my neck. I began to get moist again as my nipples are my weak spot, which Nadine knew. “Get your panties off babe, I want to eat you,” Nadine whispered into my ear. I quickly peeled my damp panties down my legs and rolled over onto Jeff’s bed alongside his perverted stash.