Coming back from the bathroom, I tuck a piece of red fabric into the breast pocket of his brand-new suit; it matches his tie perfectly. It looks like a handkerchief with a small, neat triangle perfectly pointed up toward his face. He looks down, then quizzically at me as if to say, “From whence did this matching handkerchief come?” And then it dawns on him. “Are these your knickers?!” he asks. I smile and slide into a seat next to him, caressing his leg, and whisper into his ear that it’s time to go home. He raises his hand for the check, and we can’t get out of the restaurant fast enough.
I walk up to him in a crowded bar on New Year’s Eve, kiss him on the cheek, and press something into his hand. “You have pockets, right?” I purr into his ear. He nods in affirmation. “Can you hold onto these for me?” I ask, walking away. I turn my face over my shoulder and look back as he realizes what’s in his hand and, startled, blushes and shoves my panties into his pocket.
He slides my panties down and takes them gingerly off my legs, over my heels, in a public park at dusk; when he starts to lick me, I come almost immediately – something that hadn’t happened in over a decade. He won’t give me my knickers back after I come, instead making me walk to and sit through dinner naked under my white sundress – my cunt swollen and wet most of the night, ready for when we get back to mine.
I’m prepping dinner at my kitchen counter; he comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me. I lean back into his lips on my neck and press my ass back against him. He slides his hands up my skirt to discover that I’m pantiless and takes that as an invitation to turn me around, push my skirt all the way up, pick me up, and fuck me on my kitchen counter (as I’d hoped he would) so we can work up an appetite.
For me, going commando is always a step toward some kind of sex – or at least a bomb of a hint that I’m interested in fucking. I don’t particularly like being nude under my clothes; my thighs start to chafe a bit when I walk, and I find panties soooo comfortable. But I love when my partners know I am – turning them on turns me on. Whether it’s a tease at the beginning of the night or a signal at the end of a date that I’m ready to go, dropping my knickers gets both (all?) of us revved up and feisty and wanting more.