Give Me Your Panties

Amanda leaned against her car's trunk waiting for Josh to get out of his car. They parked next to each other whenever possible, but opposite: she always backed in and he always pulled in forwards. It led to nothing but inconvenience; they couldn't get into their cars at the same time. But they always parked just like that.

Josh finally stepped out of his car and gestured for Amanda to come closer.

"What?" she asked.

"Give me your panties. Now," he said.

Josh waited for Amanda to protest, but she didn't. She didn't move a muscle except to swallow.

"Now?" Amanda asked.

"Yes, now."

Josh looked down and slowly moved his hands to the hem of her skirt. Grazing over her skin, he trailed up her thighs and over her hips until he felt her panties. Pausing there, he looked Amanda in the eyes. He was looking for any sign she didn't want this, but he saw the opposite. Josh smirked as he hooked his thumbs into the elastic waist and pulled them down her legs slowly.

"Hot pink?" Josh remarked when they made it below her skirt.

Amanda blushed more but had no comment.

Josh continued pulling them off her, switching from standing to kneeling as he reached her ankles.

"Left." Josh told her.

Amanda obliged and lifted her left foot. He slipped her panties over her left shoe.

"And right," he continued, slipping them over her other shoe.

Josh stood and brought her panties to his nose, inhaling deeply.

"I love how you smell," he told her.

Amanda pushed her thighs together, embarrassed and aware of the extra bare skin under her skirt.

"Can I have those back?" she asked.

"Nope," Josh said playfully.

She watched him tuck them into his shirt pocket and button his suit jacket.

"I can't see everyone with no panties on," she protested.

"Sure you can. Let's go," he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the front door.

Amanda groaned in annoyance.

"Just promise me one thing," Josh said as he whipped his head around to look at her. "Tell me about how wet you are when we leave."

"Ugh! What the hell is wrong with you?" she answered.

Amanda was seriously mad, but not mad enough to truly argue. Josh laughed as they walked inside.

"Here we go," he whispered to her.

Amanda stepped through the door and was extremely aware of her bare pussy. It pulsed and twitched as it rubbed against her skirt. She used all of her effort to focus on making it to a chair as she sat next to Josh. Sitting was normal, aside from her awareness: She knew Josh knew there were no panties under her skirt. She knew Josh had her panties.

Her attention was drawn away from herself as the conversation distracted her. Per usual, she was having a great time socializing with Josh, and everyone else.

"Josh, what's in your pocket?" a coworker, Cindy, asked.

Amanda whipped her head to look at Josh. His eyes widened as he tilted his head down quickly to check what was visible to others.

"Pocket square," he answered a bit too fast.

Amanda's heart was racing and she could feel her cheeks flush. She hoped it wasn't noticeable to everyone else; she didn't want to look suspicious.

"You have a hot pink pocket square in your shirt pocket?" she asked doubtfully.

"Yes," Josh answered curtly.

"Pull it out," she dared him.

Josh paused before responding, "No."

"'No'? What the fuck do you have in your pocket?" she pressed on.

Cindy was getting more excited realizing something was afoot.

Amanda's natural inclination was to intercept and get Josh out of this, but she realized it was more important to keep herself out of everyone's mind. She watched Josh think desperately for a good answer. None existed. He got himself into this mess. In fact, he had gotten both of them into this mess.

"Mind your own business," was Josh's final stand.

"Can someone just fucking grab them so we can all see what he's hiding?" Cindy asked the group.

"No!" Josh shouted, clutching his chest. "I'll show you, but I don't think you want to see."

Amanda was holding her breath. This could not go well. She watched Josh slowly reach up to his chest pocket and grab the fabric poking out. He pulled them up, revealing more and more of them until they came loose of his shirt and dangled in the air.

Josh announced begrudgingly, "They are panties."

The group shared gasps, murmurs, and laughs as he put them back.

Again, Cindy piped up, "Whose panties?"

Unconvincingly, Josh answered, "My wife."

"And you've had those in your pocket all day at work?" Cindy probed.

Josh sighed, getting tired of lying, "Yes."

Cindy turned to Amanda, "And this has nothing to do with you? You've been suspiciously quiet while we've grilled Josh."

"Nope. Just something they do, I guess. I don't really pry about that stuff," Amanda answered, trying her best.

Cindy squinted at Amanda, trying to see if she could break her with just a look. Her face shifted to a smile.

"Stand up and show us the band of your underwear," Cindy demanded.

"What?" Amanda and Josh asked simultaneously.

Cindy turned to Josh, "This has nothing to do with you, right?"

Turning back to Amanda, she pushed on, "Go ahead. Let us see. Prove it."

Amanda gulped trying to decide what options she had. She could try and say no, but Cindy was pushy and just saying no wouldn't change everyone's mind when they're already convinced. Amanda realized she was waiting too long to respond. She turned to look at Josh, trying to read his mind but got nothing. He was just as bewildered as she was.

Amanda closed her eyes and sighed. She felt beet red.

Opening her eyes, she answered, "They are mine."

The group was hooting and hollering now.

She looked at Josh, whose expression changed to 'what the fuck'. Amanda shrugged at him. After all, it was him who stole her panties right off her body. Plus, it was also his fault for not hiding them well!

As the laughing calmed, Cindy had one more question for the group, "Okay now you don't need to answer me, but how the hell did he end up with those?"

Another coworker spoke up, "Please, you know how. They're clearly fucking."

And another, "Ha! Josh keeps trophies?"

"No!" Amanda and Josh retorted.

Holding their hands up in surrender, the coworker gave up and moved on. The conversation drifted away from Josh and Amanda, but it didn't stop the sly looks as different people remembered throughout the evening.

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After most trickled out, only Josh, Amanda, Cindy, and a close friend of hers remained.

"Honey, lets clear out so the love birds can fuck in private or whatever," Cindy told her friend.

"Thanks. I hope you're not driving," Josh replied.

"Nope! She is," Cindy said, pointing at her friend.

Josh stood as the women left.

"He is so polite. I can't even imagine how he ended up with your panties. Not gonna forget this one, girlie," Cindy whispered to Amanda as they hugged goodbye.

"He is. It drives me nuts," she whispered back.

Cindy laughed loudly, saying her final goodbyes.

Josh sat again and looked at Amanda.

"What was that about?" he asked.

"Cindy is jealous," she said.

"Of our friendship?" he asked dramatically.

"Yep, or of whatever this is," Amanda answered, gesturing back and forth between them.

"Oh, this is different than friendship?" he questioned.

"Do you often steal the panties off of your lady friends? Or is it just me?" Amanda sassed back.

Josh pretended to think for a moment. His face turned serious, "No, it's just you."

They stared at each other, each recalling all the illicit moments they've shared.

"We should leave," he announced.

Amanda nodded, agreeing.

They walked back to their cars, parked side-by-side. Each leaned against their car. Amanda stepped forward to hug goodbye.

"Can I have my panties back?" she whispered to him.

"Yes, but I have to put them back on," Josh answered salaciously.

Amanda groaned, "You're really annoying to be friends with."

Josh gave her a quick kiss below her jaw as he made his way down. Amanda giggled. Josh kissed again beside her breast, again on her hip bone, and again just above her knee. Her giggles switched to moans.

"Josh," she warned him.

"I'm just putting the panties back on you," he said, breathing against her leg.

"Lift a leg," Josh requested, and she obliged.

"Other leg," he said, and she repeated.

Josh slid the panties back up her thighs, letting his whole palm slide up each leg. Amanda twitched and shifted at the touch. His hands continued up her legs, not bending at the hem of her skirt. She watched her skirt travel up her thighs. Josh was reapplying her panties and borderline removing her skirt in the middle of this parking lot.

"Josh!" she scolded him.

"Yes? It's dark out and we're alone. I'm almost done," he assured her.

Josh had put Amanda's panties back on, making it all the way up to her hips. He glanced up at Amanda who gave him a warning look. Josh smiled and kissed the front of her panties. Amanda squeaked, not expecting the pressure.

"So, you're supposed to tell me," Josh said as he stood, smoothing her skirt down.

"Tell you what?" Amanda asked.

"How wet you got. Or are," he replied.

"Oh, fuck you," Amanda answered.

"Mmm. I'll take that as a 'definitely wet, wet enough to be noticeable and probably wet enough to fuck right now'," Josh decided.

Amanda looked at him, stunned.

"You look a bit angry which tells me I'm correct. Next time I see you, you'll have to tell me how the rest of your evening goes," Josh said with a smirk.

"Oh, go to hell," Amanda answered. "And go home."

"Goodbye, Amanda," he said sweetly.

"Goodbye, Josh," she replied.

"You get in first," he told her as he opened her door.

"I'd expect nothing different," she said smiling as she got into her car.

"Think of me," Josh said as he closed her door.

Amanda blew him a kiss through the window. Josh caught the kiss and stuffed it in his shirt pocket, sending both of them into laughter as Josh got in his car.