Chapter 1: The Beginning
My girlfriends call me the "Panty Girl." We all get together once a month at a great restaurant or at one of our homes for drinks, light appetizers to talk about sex. It's always about sex. We once made a stupid, unsuccessful pact that at our next dinner party, we wouldn't talk about sex of any kind. It was the most boring 15 minutes of our lives and we soon found ourselves blabbing away about boob jobs, wax jobs, hand jobs, blow jobs, rim jobs, foot jobs as well as other sexual things that didn't have the word 'job' in it.
I'm the oldest of the bunch. At first I hated that fact, but now I'm not only the go to sex expert but it appears I'm the one with the happiest marriage. That fact alone has significance to the ladies in our group. They are always asking me for my secret. I have a couple of them that I'm always willing to share. And since my darling hubby and I have been so adventurous, it seems like I also have some of the naughtiest sex tales -- another thing the girls love. So, being the oldest isn't so bad.
Years ago I evaluated my marriage and came to a couple of conclusions. The first thing I realized was that I wanted my husband to worship me. So, I took matters in my own hands and gave him lots to think about. I tried several things like little strip teases or I'd tuck steamy, naughty notes into his suit pockets for him to discover while at the office. But the one that worked the best for him and me was my soon to be my famous panty trick. Overall, my efforts seem to really work. Not a day goes by that my dear hubby doesn't comment on my lovely breasts, ass or body in general. While I don't have a body fit for Playboy or the Victoria's Secret catalog, I feel confident knowing that I really do turn him on. And all in all, that's the only thing that's important to me.
It was years ago that I told the girls of my panty play and how I liked to remove them in the presence of my husband at the most unpredictable times and at the most unpredictable places. I frequently had a new story and one of our traditions was for me to tell my latest twist on my panty trick. So, I guess "Panty Girl" is a pretty good name for me.
A week after I told the girls about my tryst in the restaurant with the panties and Fettuccini Alfredo, you'll hear about that in a minute, one of our own decided to try her own version of the panty trick. Her story was hilarious! It was late spring, she and her husband were out of town for a long holiday weekend. They found themselves alone on an elevator at a four star hotel headed down to get their car from the valet when she found the courage to strip out of her panties right then and there.
It started out perfectly. She caught her husband's attention with a casual, offhand comment, "It's a little too warm for panties don't you think?"
Her husband was startled, "Huh, too hot for panties? Are you kidding? What are they wool?"
"No, they're satin," she sighed as she reached up under her dress and tugged her panties downward letting them slide down to her ankles.
"What the hell are you doing?" Her husband's mouth dropped open in surprise.
Undaunted, she kept going. Unfortunately as she was stepping out of them, one of her heels caught on the string part of her G-string and she tripped. Her husband tried to catch her but she was too far gone and splayed across the floor, her dress flew up revealing her bare ass. At that exact moment, the car stopped, the bell 'dinged' and the door opened.
Her husband told her later that a nice looking family of four was standing in front of the open door staring in. She was laying face down on the floor and immediately covered her head with her arms. She couldn't actually see the family but she clearly heard the sound of a startled middle-aged man's voice, "Oh my god!" followed by a small girl's voice saying, "Mommy, why is that lady lying on the floor?" Then trailed by a small boy's voice, "And why doesn't she have any underwear on?" The last voice was an older female voice, obviously the mother, "Um, we'll catch the next one." The door closed.
"Um honey," Her husband was shocked, "What just happened here?"
Her moment of seductive, public sex play totally backfired. She was mortified at the time but now looks back on it and laughs with the rest of us. The bad news is that she has yet to try it again, but she insists that she will.
The only reason she hasn't been labeled "Butt Girl" is that one of our other girlfriends has that label sewn up for completely different reasons. Maybe if you're lucky I'll tell you how she got that name another time.
This particular night, we were all at a downtown cocktail and martini bar that was currently the hip place to be on a Saturday night. We were gathered around a table next to the bar, trying our best to not only act like but talk like our Sex in the City heroines while our husbands were out doing their thing.
Somehow, we got talking about the "Great Panty Elevator Disaster" and had a good laugh. Then someone piped up and said that since I was the "Panty Girl", I should once again show them how it was done. With the alcohol of two martinis lowering my inhibitions, I was easily persuaded. Casually, I slid my hands under my dress and gave the thong a small tug, the lacy panties slid down my legs and dropped to my ankles. I stepped out of them then expertly hooked my three-inch heel on the panty and lifted my leg cross-wise, plucked the thong off the pointy spike and inconspicuously stuffed them into my clutch as I lowered my foot back to the floor. With a wink, I was done. It all happened in one smooth, fluid motion and if you weren't paying attention, you'd never know what I'd just done. It was they tenth time they'd seen the trick but it never seemed to get old.
My girlfriends were sincerely impressed and gave me a small applause. I must admit that after close to a decade of flirtatious sex play with my husband, I had gotten incredibly stealthy at discreet public panty removal. Oh and the wink was always, always the finishing touch.
But that was only half the secret. The other half of my secret was to stroke my man's sexual ego as often as you stroke his body parts. If you don't know what I mean, pay attention to the things I tell you and you'll soon have your man wrapped around your finger so tightly he'll never stray.
So if practice really does make perfect, then all I can tell you is start practicing now, because as far as I'm concerned, panties do the trick.
Chapter 2: Funky Fettuccini
I love panties. I love full lacy briefs as well as teeny-weeny, almost nothing g-stings. I love cute patterned cotton as well as sheer materials that show as much as having nothing on at all. I love flirty little boy short undies too. I love the way the soft cotton, satin, silk or lace feels against my skin. The feeling of pulling on a fresh, clean pair always feels so good that sometimes I actually get a tiny shiver of excitement as they slide up my legs and snap snuggly into position. Sometimes I'll take a 'backup' pair to work so halfway through the day I can have that 'fresh pair' feel twice in one day. I have a huge drawer full of every kind, color and style out there; I even have one crotchless pair (but have only worn them once).
But one of the best parts of wearing panties is taking them off. I know what you're thinking, and no, I don't mean at the end of the day, what I mean is taking them off at the most unpredictable times and in the most unpredictable places.
I'm not talking about not wearing any panties. No, that's not the same thing. I'm talking about starting the day with them on and finding that perfect time and perfect place to blow your lovers mind by removing them right in front of him or making some sort of a private spectacle of it in a public place.
My husband used to love it when I occasionally went commando. He would hint, suggest or even beg me to go without. At first I didn't understand it. But after reading a sidebar graph in Cosmo, I realized over 75% of men out there request the same thing of their wives and girlfriends. It dawned on me that it must be a huge turn-on. But just going without panties for the sake of being bare assed seemed boring to me. So I had an idea. I'd start with and end up without.
It can even be done with jeans. Simply slip into the powder room, remove them there then walk back out into the restaurant, club (or wherever) and present them to your man. In cases like that, the presentation is the fun part. I've been known to shoot them like a rubber band at him, or drop them on the table or even discretely slide them into his pants pocket. It all depends on where we are and who's around. Every time we have dinner with the in-laws, I excuse myself only to return to slip the panties into my husband's hand or into his pocket. I love how nervous it makes him.
One of my favorites was when I began my seductive move, my husband's eyes began to pop and I dropped a huge pair of tan, satin granny-panties around my ankles. I flipped them up and tossed them at my man, with a wink of course. We both got a big laugh from the gag but ended up leaving the panties lying on the floor of the hotel we were staying in for someone to find...and wonder.
Let me tell you. If you haven't tried it, you don't know what you're missing. It's such a daring thing to do and just wait until your man sees you do it. If you're like me and love to excite your man, then you're in for a treat. So, if you have the right frame of mind, the right lover and the right opportunity, it will really spice things up!
