Snooping, Voyeuring, sn*tching… A life long adventure. A life long sport. A life long challenge…
Being in the mid-sixty, it’s a 50+ years long journey that started when I was 13 or 14 years old. At a friend place, I need to go to the bathroom. He was sharing the bathroom with his 15 or 16 YO sister. On top of the hamper, a low cut female brief! A first “real life” encounter for me. I was use to see female underwear in my mom catalogues or magazines, not the real thing. I dig up a little and found more… I was hooked… I sn*tched one as a souvenir that very same day. Not being into dirty or used panty at that time (and It’s still not my thing), I eventually found my way into the sister drawers and explored her underwear world.
After that day, I was always on the lookout for opportunities to “explore” the lingerie world surrounding me. I’ve done some babysitting, some pet sitting, great time to snoop around and catch some souvenirs.
On a side note, I was also into voyeuring at that time. Going from backyard to backyard after sunset to have a look through bathroom or bedroom windows. Climbing on a shed or in a tree to have a better view with my binoculars. Fun a first but not much wins for all the effort.
During high school and college, I had very good grades and I was often asked to help studying. I usually accepted the female requests very quickly… Alone in their room while they had a bathroom break or a fixing a snack in the kitchen – so many precious opportunities to appease my urge…
During college, I was stage technician (lightning and decor) for a classic ballet dance troop. While they were practicing or performing, it was time for me to go in the changing room and explore the little suitcases for treasures. The challenge was then to try to match afterward a fine snicker to one of the dancer. Tip: If you remember in which suitcase it was, You can look for the girl carrying it when they leave…
I’ve always tried to predict what I would find… and I mostly fail… Some conservative looking girls can have boring stuff but they often have some very sexy underwear. The same goes with the wilder ones. You just never know.
Later, in the adulthood, it didn’t die. It never died… Visits to or from in-laws or friends, a B&B stay, a class break while I was teaching, an office cloth room with gym bags, house sitting for neighbors – always an opportunity to explore and catch something. The challenge is to be moderate and very discreet to avoid any suspicion. If you draw too much from one well, it will dry out. The same goes in sn*tching.
Few years ago, after an accident that left me partially disable, I had to move into an apartment building. I took my time and choose carefully one with a laundry room near a University. Yes, even in my mid-sixty, I’m clever. Nobody sees or cares for the old guy reading his book while his washing machine is running. But the same old guy sees and ceases every opportunity to add to his collection especially when you ask him to watch your stuff while you go out to grab a coffee next door. One should never leave her machine or basket alone…
