---Part Four - Silky ---
The drive from the apartment compound to the parking lot at work was less than 10 minutes. Any number of thoughts and emotions raced through my mind, and frankly, I couldn't even tell you how many cars I passed, which intersections I stopped at or got a green light through by the time I made it there. My mind was trying to comprehend what had just happened and what was sitting in the Dollar General bag in my passenger seat.
This was not by any stretch my first encounter with a woman. It certainly was not the first time I had done something that I think most people would equate to infidelity. Hell, my wife would consider the entire friendship without the panties, without the coffee and without the heartfelt confessions to be at least some form of cheating.
There was that entire line of thinking, but then there was something totally different. My wife had been in a similar situation. She had surrendered her panties to another guy, not too many years ago. As the husband, I was aware of and completely supportive of the entire event. In the end, for her it was a lark. Put some panties in the mail and send them to a friend; then look at pictures of the friend wearing them. "Did Veronica expect me to wear these?" I questioned myself.
I had to wonder what Jonah knew; was he a willing participant or had he even instigated all of this? What if history was repeating itself and this young couple was now living their own version of the naughty reindeer games my wife and I used to play, but now, I had won the Lottery and I was the lucky guy to be invited in. But I had to ask myself, "why me?"
When I parked, I looked around to be sure nobody was sitting in any of the vehicles parked around my truck. I cautiously opened the bag and took a long drawl of the mild scent. I looked around again, then lifted the panties from the bag and placed them beside me on the center console in the truck. I laid them out flat, first inspecting the front. They were black made of mostly a silky material, but the very top front had a lacy design in a V shape. The panties were small, but not a thong or French cut, just tasteful bikini briefs. I turned them over. Other than the lace around the top waistband, they were the same silky material. I imagined Veronica wearing them. Her ass, the tattoo, her legs and thighs. I quickly tucked the panties back into the Dollar General bag, and tucked that bag into my lunch container. I had to calm myself before walking into the building.