Bumped into road trip girl (FF, or friend's friend if you recall) at the club. She was with her partner so I kept it to a cordial hi hello how are you. I didn't mention the trip, not knowing if she had told him anything.
She passed by last Saturday "to return the blanket". As she had not washed it, but had kept it as it was, folded in a sealed bag, I asked her why she was returning it if she was so careful to preserve the stains and her aroma from our encounter.
"Did you come here hoping for a repeat?" I asked her. She hung her head. I told her to lift her skirt and show me her panties. She balked, "But you have your family here." (My sister Sally and my Aunt Julie were there too).
I told her, "They are aware of our road trip. In fact, most of the people on Reddit and on Literotica know what you did on that trip." (FF knew too, I'd sent her the link to Lit).
"That was different, we were alone", she still hesitated.
"It turned you on something fierce to show one person. Go on, triple your shame and your arousal."
She looked about ready to cry, but I also saw a telltale sign - little droplets sliding down her inner thighs.
"Your mind says no, but your pussy says yes please. Look at your arousal leaking down your thighs."
She went "Omg, no!", and looked down. As she looked, another dribble came down.
"Honey, no one leaks like that on being asked to show their knickers. You came here already aroused, hoping to be made to do nasty things, didn't you?"
I didn't think anyone could go redder, but she did.
Like a curtain rising in the theatre, slowly she started to lift her skirt.
She got it up to her waist, and I told her to hold it up there and to give us a twirl. Front and back, her white panties were soaked and transparent. Her lips were clearly visible, pressed against the cloth, opening up like petals on a flower. Her bottom cheeks, rounded and pink, were clearly outlined, partly transparent where her leakage had seeped to the back.
As we looked, she dribbled out some more. I told her, "You are going to spill on our floor. Take them off."
"Please, they are holding a bit in. If you make me take them off, there'll be nothing to stop me going directly onto the tiles," she begged. I just caught onto "if you make me".
"We'll give you fresh dry ones and you can add these to the blanket. Now take them off." When I told her that, she took them off right away, stepped out of them and added them to the blanket bag.
Is there anything more erotic, I wonder, than the sight of a young woman bending over, showing her cleavage, as she slides her panties down her legs for you?
She'd let her skirt drop. I told her, "Skirt up again, tuck it into your waistband. I want to enjoy the view once again."
When I said that, she tucked up her skirt, turned her back to us, and squatted down as if to pee, repeating the views she had given me on our trip.
After a few seconds I told her to get up and get fresh panties. "Get them? I don't know where you keep them," she said, confused.
"Silly girl, you are not getting clean ones, just fresh. Take Julie's", I suggested, as I winked at Julie to play along.
Julie announced, "After seeing this display, I doubt mine will be any fresher. Take Sally's."
FF looked at each of us in turn, not knowing what to do. Sally took pity and said, "Come, little one, take mine."
