A Pair of Panties

Although I have written a few stories my wife has read, I have never published anything before and had not written any story since I left school nearly 35 years ago.

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Anna walked back to John's garage, it wasn't a long walk, but knowing the bill she had to pay was not small, it made every step somehow more difficult. She should be able to afford it, just, but having not had much work during the pandemic, money was tight, and she'd had to skimp of nearly everything to make ends meet.

Getting the brakes fixed was going to wipe out nearly all her small reserve and with summer here, she'd been looking forward to enjoying a few things which were now going to have to wait. Never mind she thought, at least the car should be safe to get her to and from work, which was finally starting to pick up.

It was a Saturday, so only John himself was working, he'd had the car for a few days, but had been waiting on some parts for the brakes which had only come in this morning and kindly he'd agreed to finish the car this morning. She walked into the little office next to the garage and John looked up. Something about him, always brightened her day a bit, he was always friendly, always polite, but something in his eyes always made her feel slightly self-conscious, slightly exposed and somehow that always felt good, nervous, but good.

She knew he must be at least 20 years older than her, but something about him was so "manly", it was like somehow, he knew who she was, really saw her for what she was and being around him always made her tingle slightly, she didn't know why, but she knew she liked it.

"Morning Anna, it's all done and roadworthy for now, but unfortunately you've got other things that are going to need doing before long, at least two suspension bushes are on their way out and won't pass the next MOT, as well as the exhaust."

Anna groaned. "How much will they cost to get sorted?"

"The parts aren't that bad, around £120, but there's a fair bit of labour involved in changing the bushes, so the total bill, will likely be around £280. It's still on the ramp, so why don't I show you the problems?"

Having showed her the issues, John lowered the car down on the ramp. Anna knew it had to be done and sooner, rather than later. John clearly saw her crestfallen look.

"Money tight?" he asked.

"Yes, this one's nearly wiped out my little reserve and I'm not sure how long I will need to save that money up," she said quietly. "Works been so slow with the pandemic, I was hoping to get out some days this summer and have some fun, now this comes along."

"I can imagine," John answered gently. "I've been lucky, people still needed to have their cars fixed, so it's been mostly normal for me, but I know how hard it's hit other people. You still cleaning for people?" he asked.

"Yes, when I can, but so many people haven't wanted any done, they've either been stuck at home and doing it themselves, or not had enough money to pay someone else to do it for them. Even lowering my rates hasn't helped much."

"Well, how about we do each other a favour?" he asked. "I'm not that short currently and to be honest, I hate cleaning, so how about we do a labour trade? You come and clean my house for me, and I'll supply the labour for the jobs in exchange. Heck, come and clean the office here too and I'll supply the parts FOC, I really don't want you driving around in something that's not right."

"Really?" Anna asked.

"Really," John answered gently, "although when you look at my house, you may think I got the good end of the deal," he finished laughing.

"Thank you." Anna said grabbing him for a hug. "When do you want me to come and look at what you need doing?".

"It would have to be this afternoon, tomorrow, or an evening." John replied. "I'm here all-day Monday to Friday and Saturday mornings."

They settled on late tomorrow morning.

"Thank you so much." Anna said as she got in the car.

It was only when she got home, that she noticed a pair of her panties sitting on the passenger seat. It was the pair she had put in the glovebox the previous weekend when she had gone for a walk. But now they were on the passenger seat, blushing she realised that John must have gone in the glovebox for the locking wheel nut thing and had found them, picking them up, she realised that the gusset had stains from her arousal on it.

She wondered what he had done when he had found them, they were skimpy, had he noticed the stain on them? Had we wondered why they were there? Somehow the thought of John holding them and seeing them triggered a response in her and she giggled.

Nobody knew she loved walking in the woods wearing as little as she dared. She loved the feel of the breeze caressing her, the thrill that someone might see something they shouldn't, the thrill of wondering whether she would ever dare take more off.

The drive there always got her aroused, it was the reason why she always wore the panties on the way there, it prevented any mess and somehow slipping them off after she arrived always felt so naughty.

Thinking about John finding them had her very aroused, he hadn't seen a thing, but what might he be thinking, had his fingers stroked the gusset where her juices had pooled, had he sniffed her panties? Suddenly the thought of him pleasuring himself, thinking about her naked under her dress went through her mind and she felt the moisture start to ooze from her sodden quim.

How arousing would it be if she went to his house tomorrow without them on? Would he notice the lack of panty line, would he be wondering about what it would be like to lift the hem of her dress and see her wet pussy for himself. Would she dare?

She couldn't help herself, her hand had worked its way to her pussy on its own, diddling her clitty, teasing it as she thought and suddenly the orgasm took her, so strong she groaned, as the waves passed through her.

As she showered, she thought about it, she loved the thrill of the walks, but she'd never thought about exposing herself deliberately to anyone before, but the thought of doing it, the thought of doing it to John had her incredibly turned on. As she dressed, she decided she would go for a walk in the woods that afternoon, she was still so aroused at the thoughts that had been going through her mind. She found herself picking out a very short linen summer dress, with a tie sash that accentuated her curves, she loved the way it clung to her curves and accentuated everything, but she'd only ever dared wear it with panties. With her arms down, it came down, just below her bottom, probably only an inch or 2 from showing her off completely. If, however she raised her arms up, everything got displayed.

As she arrived at the woods, she took a deep breath and shimmied out of her panties, noticing the sodden gusset as she put them into the glovebox, wondering whether John would discover them there again.

Getting out of the car, she locked it and put the key in the small bag she wore over her shoulder, the strap, running down between her breasts, making her exposed and already hard nipples even more noticeable.

Walking into the woods, the cool breeze caressing her wet lips had her more aroused than she had ever been on one of her walks. The thought that even raising her arm to wave back at someone would risk showing them her shaven, wet pussy was ridiculously arousing. But the thought of exposing herself to John kept returning to her mind, somehow, she knew he wouldn't do anything even if he did see, unless she asked him to..

God, she thought, would you do that? Would you expose yourself, let him see you, maybe ask him to do something? She felt the juice start to ooze from her wet slit, she felt the trickles start to run down her inner thighs, where anyone looking would see them. It was so hard not to touch herself, not to let the floodgates open, she bit her lip as she walked, trying not to concentrate on her arousal, until finally it became too much.

She'd reached a part where the trees were thicker, where you couldn't see far, where you would hopefully hear someone coming. She couldn't help it, she leaned back against a tree and let her hand wander down, lift the hem of her dress, exposing her aroused sex for anyone to see. Slowly at first her fingers started to work their way into her sex, giving into the need to feel something penetrate her, ears alert for the sounds of anyone approaching, her eyes closed, her mind wandering to the thought of deliberately exposing herself to John. How would he react, would she glance over her shoulder at him, letting him know she knew he could see her? Would she see a bulge form in his trousers, would she see his hands reaching down to touch it through the material, how big was he? Would she let him know with her eyes that it was ok for him to show it as her fingers worked between her legs sliding between her inner lips, showing him her pink aroused sex even more fully.

Anna came hard, harder than she ever had, the juices positively flowed down her inner thighs as her legs nearly collapsed under her, uncontrollable moans escaping her lips emanating from deep from within her throat as she wondered how he would react. How far would she let him go, would he take her and push his hard cock into her welcoming hole, would he keep her bent over, pushing himself deep inside her, using her for his pleasure.

The sound of voices in the distance, brought her out of her reverie, she frantically pulled some tissues out of her bag and tried to mop up the juices on the inside of her legs, before dropping them in the undergrowth. Frantically she smoothed down her dress and stood up, trying to make herself look like something other than someone who had just come harder than she ever had. Stepping back onto the path, she could see a couple with their dog walking her way as she started back down the path towards the car park.

She wondered if she was as flushed as she felt, but the couple showed no sign of noticing, just saying "afternoon" as they walked past. Their dog though clearly caught her sexual scent as it strained at the leash, trying to get close to her.

John watched as Anna drove off, God she was pretty, so feminine, petite, curvy, but somehow still delicate, innocent. He was a man, of course he'd thought of her that way, how couldn't he? She'd been bringing her car to him for 3 years now, she always wore dresses, she always showed plenty of very fine leg, but somehow, she was sweet, lovely and innocent in her own way.

That was why finding the panties in the glove box had been so surprising, small, delicate, feminine, so appropriate to her, but why were they there? Why was the gusset stained with her juices? How aroused must she have been to leave that much of herself on them? What secrets was that gorgeous creature hiding?

The offer for a labour exchange had come out of his mouth before he'd even really thought about it. Yes, he wanted to help her, she clearly needed it, but he also wanted to see her more. He knew she was young enough to be his daughter, but he couldn't help wanting to see more of her, all of her, she was entrancing, intoxicating and now he had found the panties, he couldn't help himself, he wanted to know why.

Would she show him more? Would she tease him and reveal her secrets at all? He became very aware of his cock straining against his flies as he pulled down the shutter to close the garage up.

Sunday morning came and Anna fretted and fussed, what should she wear, would she dare show him as much as she'd thought about, finally she decided, she was going to at least partly chicken out, a short summer dress, no bra, sandals, but some small panties, just enough to cover her sex, just enough to show him without making it too awkward, just enough to test him and see how he reacted.

Once she'd driven over, she made sure her panties were correctly positioned, she didn't want them riding up and showing too much, or did she? The thought flushed her skin, made her nipples harden and her pussy moisten, God you slut she thought as she got out of the car.

John's house was modest, detached, reasonably secluded, but not that large, when he answered the door, she was a little surprised, she'd only ever seen him at work, dirty from working on cars. But now, he was casual, but still smart, his hair was brushed, his hands were clean, the tailored shirt he wore curved nicely in all the right places. He's made an effort she thought, is he thinking that way about me, what did he think about my panties she thought, she couldn't help but smile to herself.

"Something funny?" he asked playfully, making her blush.

"Just a silly thought." she answered giggling.

"Well come in, let me give you the tour, so you can see what I need." He said with a slight glint in his eye.

Get a grip woman she thought to herself, he just means the house, nothing more. Or does he.

She knew her nipples were straining against the material of her dress as they started going round the house, she kept glancing, trying to see if he was looking at her and just occasionally, she caught him glancing at her, examining her figure and that gave her a real rush. Somehow it felt so naughty, what would she do, would she lean forward to show down the front of her dress? Would he see her hard puffy nipples without the dress in the way?

Would she bend over to examine something low down, letting her dress ride up, showing him the gusset of her panties, would she dare to look over her shoulder to let him know she knew what he was looking at?

The house was clean she thought, unusual for a man, but it kind of showed that maybe his motivations for wanting her to clean it weren't that pure and that gave her enough courage.

When they got to his bedroom, she decided that the bed being a frame bed with plenty of space under gave her the excuse. She knew her panties were wet, she was aroused, and she knew they must be clinging to her, probably semi-transparent, but at least showing every single curve of her moist sex.

She knelt at the side of the bed, making sure her bottom was pointed towards him, her legs open slightly as she bent forward. Almost lifting her bottom in the air, she felt the dress ride up her bum, as she looked under the bed 'checking for dirt'.

He was silent, was he looking at her moist pussy, her breathing quickened, her skin tingled, somehow the thought of exposing herself like this to someone for the first time was so thrilling, she couldn't help herself, she glanced back over her shoulder trying to keep the most innocent expression. His eyes were locked onto her bottom, her dress had ridden up completely, the hem, right up to the waist band of her small panties, he could see her.

The look in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine, the desire displayed so openly, so significantly, the bulge in his trousers was large, stretching out to the side, almost to his hip. She knew she was flushed, as was he when she said gently, almost breathily.

"Nothing to worry about under there."

His eyes jerked towards hers, face flushed with embarrassment. "No, nothing he said with a croak in his throat."

She slowly got to her feet, not pushing the dress down till she had gotten to standing, enjoying the thrill, seeing him struggling to look at her, enjoying knowing that she had caused the large bulge in his trousers, thinking to herself that it was the most impressive bulge she had ever seen, making herself flush, feeling the material of her dress against her nipples, the gusset of her panties, clinging sodden to her sex, god it felt good she thought.

"Is there anything else I need to see?" she asked innocently.

"I don't think so." He answered awkwardly, self-consciously, shuffling backwards out of the bedroom door.

"Would you like a tea, coffee, anything else." he said over his shoulder as they walked down the stairs.

"Coffee please." Anna responded gently, wanting to reassure him she was ok, he'd seen.

As they walked into the kitchen, she asked, "where do keep your cleaning things?"

"In the cupboard under the sink." he said, pointing at the cupboard just to the right of where the kettle was.

Anna opened the cupboard, squatting down, leaning forward a little, allowing the front of her dress to fall slightly forward as the hem rode up again, exposing her panties from the front as her legs opened a little as she squatted, looking into the cupboard she deliberately opened her legs more as she leaned forward, making it look like she was looking at things further back in the cupboard.

She could feel the tension, she could feel his eyes gazing downwards at her, seeing her tiny panties only just covering up to the top of the V of her sex, she knew he would be able to see she was shaven, she knew he could probably see her nipples which were hardening by the second. She felt the cream starting to ooze from her sodden aroused pussy. Was it soaking the material, making it go translucent to his eyes?

She risked a glance upwards. He glanced away momentarily as her eyes came up, she kept looking into them, trying to let him know that it was ok for him to look, she wanted him to look. She saw the desire aflame in them as they looked back in her eyes before slowly returning to the front of her dress, before roaming down to her nearly exposed sex. She opened her legs more, whilst looking at him, feeling the material covering one of her labia, slowly peel away and slide between her lips. The thrill building in her was almost uncontrollable, he was looking at her half exposed shaven pussy, her sodden shaven pussy, seeing how excited she was, how ready she was. What would he do? What did she want him to do? What would she let him do?