The Panty Raid

It was the final night of our frat initiation. We were all huddled outside the back of the sorority house, dressed in black with shoe-polished faces, with a few of the seniors present. The rules were simple. We were to get in, gather as many pieces of underwear as we can, and get out in the allotted time ? extra points for variety. Our accomplishments would determine the level of privilege we enjoyed for the next year in the frat. Then we were off. I decided to head up to the top floor. The senior girls lived there, so I figured there should be more variety in underwear available. Plus, I suspected none of the other guys would want to chance wasting time with stairs. In a few minutes, I was on the floor, facing a long Dikmen Escort dark corridor. The first doors on either end led to bathrooms, and the one nearest me was in use, as I could hear the shower going. I silently slid past and carefully entered the first room.This room was occupied, but the owner was sleeping soundly. I crept over to the dressing table, opened the drawers, and poked around. I found a couple of lovely lace sets, but nothing too revealing ? time for the next room. The next door was showing a light underneath, but I could hear no sound from within, so I entered cautiously. Empty. From the clothes tossed on the bed, I assumed this was the girl Eryaman Escort in the shower. As I opened the drawers, I was pleased to find a lot of racy pieces, including some cute crotchless panties. Visions of a boss frat life flashed through my head as I moved to the door with my booty. Then I noticed the handle was moving!I could not risk having an alarm sounded so early, so I did the only thing I could. Yep, I hid in the closet. I had just pulled the door closed when she entered; I heard that door click shut behind her. I peeped to get a look as she moved past me to the dressing table and sat in front of the mirror, A slim, small brunette, she was Esat Escort wrapped in a towel with another around her hair. She sat in front of the mirror and proceeded to dry her hair. As she combed it out, she began to hum to herself. It took me a while to recognize the tune, ?Faith? by George Michael, an old favorite of mine. When the hair was done to her liking, she stood up and unwrapped the towel around her. I had to hold on to the hanging bar! Despite her stature, she had lovely, round breasts, without a sag in sight. There was not an inch of fat on her, and in the reflection of the mirror, I could see her pussy was cleanly shaved. This girl was hot! I could feel my dick starting to swell.She toweled herself off and then bent over and gave me a heavenly view, as she reached into a drawer to take out a short top, which she slipped on. It barely covered her breasts, leaving the rest of her completely exposed. She then proceeded to examine herself from all angles, resting her hands here and there as though pushing in unwanted fat. I know I didn't see any!