Monday was purple and with a matching garter belt. Tuesday had lace running in ruffles all along the pink translucent fabric. Wednesday was a surprise. Thursday was orange pinup style briefs with garters and stockings. Friday was nothing at all because, as I always say "Thank goodness it's Friday." I can finally be free.
Don't get me wrong, I love lingerie, but I also like to be able to feel the wind between my pubes. Some of my underwear is tight and some of it has no crotch. Some of it is lacy and some of it is intentionally rough and plain. I have a pair of buckskin underwear. It has inserts because otherwise, it'd be impossible to clean. There are thongs and panties and briefs and things that resemble nothing so much as two very thin ribbons fastened together for some inexplicable purpose. Of course I know the purpose but I'm a seasoned veteran and owner of these wonderful things. I make them, I sell them, I wear them and I make my boyfriend wear them, or, I will. We've only been together for a little less than a year. In all that time, I just haven't gotten around to asking him to wear my little lovelies. It was never the right time and I've only really thought about it for the last few months since before then I wasn't absolutely sure we'd stick with each other.
Now I'm sure and I will find a way to get one of my gems on him. Hopefully he'll like it. If not and this is the end at least I'll have a photo to use against him if he ever crosses me.
I lay in wait in the hotel room I'd booked. My collection was so extensive at my apartment that it would frighten him and after I made my move he would have surely tried to look. Jeremy knew what I did with my time though he hadn't seen many of them, other than the things I wore, which he'd seemed to like. My bag was beside me on the bed and I opened it thinking I would reach inside but my hand hesitated at the mouth of the bag. How was I to do this. Oh yes, I had a plan but really how was I to do this?
How does one attempt to blend two of one's favorite things? I had already decided to make Jeremy wear lingerie but now I had my doubts. Perhaps I should just hold a fashion show and leave it at that. I was sure that would work and that he would enjoy such a thing. I was surprised I hadn't done it before now, but it wasn't enough. I had an itch in my mind, a compulsion. I needed to see my favorite hunk in a banana hammock. I also wanted to see him in the pink, filmy boy shorts I'd brought along. I'd made these things specifically with his size in mind and I wanted to see him in all of them, the women's lingerie and the men's. There was no question left in my mind. I was going to make sure Jeremy wore the fruits of my creative passion.
My hand finally slipped past the mouth of the satchel and I pulled out a clump of silk and lace without my usual reverence. I set the bundle on the bed and, one by one laid out the little bits of delicate clothe on my lap. I fingered the lace on the edging of the tiny little pink net shorts and placed the blue silk thong on top of it. The silk was a deep sapphire that I was sure could set up Jeremy's eyes wonderfully.
The time was definitely nearing. I decided on the shorts and shoved the rest back in the bag. The underwear I had selected was crumpled up in my fist until I realized my mistake and relaxed my grip. The net would not suffer like the silk would have but I had no desire to have it dig into my flesh.. As I stared around at the room, I wondered if I should have brought different sheets, ones more...seductive than the neutral colored comforter and off-white sheets with little rose clusters. I wondered if I should have selected something more neutral and less feminine. I stood as I heard someone approach in the hall and relaxed as the footsteps passed then I tensed again, as there was a knock. It had to be Jeremy since I'd given him the room number.
"Who is it?" I called, expecting the answer.
"Is that you, Meg?" I shivered with pleasure at his solid tenor made lower by the door between us.
"Come in Jeremy"
I kept the panties behind me until he'd used the key card I'd given him and the door began to open. As soon as I could see the side of his face, his handsome olive complected, blond curl draped face, I launched myself forward and clasped him to my chest. We were about even in height and he and I stood nose to nose. "Hello, Mr. Darcey," I said impishly.
Jeremy groaned and then kissed me. I returned the kiss with as much force as I could though it meant releasing him enough that our mouths could fasten together and our lips could force themselves against each other, my lips with bruising force, his with a slightly lesser degree of dedication. Jeremy likes to be a gentleman. He lets me force him into submission instead of the other way around. That's what I like about him. Not that he can't force me into submission. He very definitely can.
I drew back and smiled at his cherubic face. "Are you ready to celebrate?"
"Sure, what did you have in mind?"
I stood back and held out the underwear, smiling widely from embarrassment and anticipation.
"You're going to wear those?" asked Jeremy. He only sounded a little excited.
"I shook my head and stretched the underwear a little. "You're going to wear them!"
Jeremy took a step back, "No, I'm not. Why don't you wear them?"
I stepped forward. "They wouldn't fit me. I made them for you."