The Panty Thief

by Just4kinks (just4kinks69@gmail.com) Kathy settled into her window seat after boarding the plane. Forty-minutes after take off, she began drifting into a dream about the curly headed Bajan man she had a pleasant affair with during her vacation in Barbados. Her lover was gently massaging her inner thigh in the dream when she realized she was being groped. The hand belonged to a balding, pot-bellied man with a Jamaican lilt. He was cooing to her gently, "Baby, you so sweet. Me want to eat you like a peach. Mmmm, you so wet and delicious," he said as his hand rubbed the outline of her lips against her red silk panties. The thing is Kathy wasn't down from her sexual high and it took her a few moments to distinguish between her dream lover and the man's hand action beneath her skirt. The man's hand found its way past her skirt before she realized she wasn't dreaming. Kathy was dreaming of the first encounter with her Bajan lover in the back seat of his car. Arron was a tour guide who decided to show her something more than the local decor. Kathy was responding to his lips, hands and passionate caresses. She squirmed in her seat, feeling turned on and disgusted when she understood that the middle-aged man was groping her while she slept. Despite feeling aroused, she pulled away and glared at him. She was relieved that she had the covers over her lap so no one saw her gyrating to the movement of his hand as she napped. Turning away, she crossed her legs to prevent him from having access to her privates. Falling back into her dream, Kathy was e****ting Arron to her hotel room after a night of dancing. They began kissing passionately in the elevator and she barely stepped into the room before her lover began undressing her. He pressed his taut body against hers; she felt his cock throbbing beneath the tight jeans. Her pussy was so wet, longing for his heat. She moved in her sl**p, parting her legs slightly. The hand was back between her thighs. Its fingers were excitedly rubbing and probing every inch of her sex. The fingers were fat sausages and they worked her pussy. First, they pulled her lips apart to massage the most inner part of her labia, then they pinched the lips together slightly applying enough pressure to cause her to squirm and part her legs wider in anticipation. The fingers plunged deeper and deeper inside her as she rhythmically fucked her dream lover. The fingers moved in and out, becoming slick with her juices. The hand gave her a quick and furious orgasm; she shuddered and moaned deeply in her sl**p. By now, her stirrings had caught the attention of some of the other passengers who looked disapprovingly as the man's hand movements beneath the covers were apparent. Kathy was so sound asl**p that a stewardess had to wake her when the plane landed in Kennedy Airport. Groggy from sl**p, she looked around and realized everyone else had left. As she stretched to open the overhead bin to retrieve her belongings, Kathy felt a draft between her legs. She was no longer wearing panties! They were gone! The stewardess looked sheepishly at her and shrugged. She said, "Miss I know. The Panty Thief has struck again. "We put a general alert out but no one reads. There is a man who fondles young women while they sl**p on the plane. He keeps their panties as souvenirs. We really can't do anything unless someone files a formal complaint. Would you like to? I can take you to the airport security." Kathy blushed and shook her head. She thought of how horny she was and the pleasure she got from releasing her sexual tension in the dream. His hand must have been good because she felt so sexually gratified. "No thanks," she said as she walked out, smiling to herself. Arron was a great lover but The Panty Thief had the golden touch!