My friends and I all play netball for a team, every Saturday afternoon we have a match and recently have noticed a guy standing and watching us, at first we didn’t take any notice we thought he was someone’s husband or boyfriend but we all asked each other and no one knew him. I am the most outgoing one so one afternoon I went over to him and started talking, he said he just enjoyed watching, fair enough I thought! He was in his early thirties and quite nice looking, and one time he wasn’t there, I thought it odd but didn’t think too much about it, I was the first one off the pitch as I’d hurt my ankle and went into the changing room to find him in there with his hands around a pair of knicker them and wanking furiously. I didn’t know what to do, and he didn’t see me.
I kept this little secret to myself and later that night I was having phone sex and a caller was telling me what he liked about sporty girls, he liked their sticky knickers the smell and taste of them. So, I got my answer, the guy in the changing rooms was a horny little knicker wanker!
Now whenever I see him there I make sure I am bending over right in front of him and he can see my knickers and the little damp patch I always have in there, his hands are always I his pocket and now I know why.
