Repurposed: The Panty Thread

[Liplovinman]

This is a repost of an old thread

Ladies, a question reiterated;

I know there are many men out there who appreciate the fragrance of panties after arousal. How many ladies have been approached to share their intimate apparel? Have any of the ladies of Lit shared with Boy friends, lovers or admirers?

It seemed the overwhelming response of ladies, from the former thread, revolved around a long term, long distance, relationship.

 

[Liplovinman]

not even one response... I suppose I should have let it die!

 

[Wild_Honey_66]

This is a repost of an old thread


I know there are many men out there who appreciate the fragrance of panties after arousal. How many ladies have been approached to share their intimate apparel? Have any of the ladies of Lit shared with Boy friends, lovers or admirers?

Last summer, my fwb asked me to give him my black, lacy thong after I'd been wearing it all day. We had made arrangements to go to dinner with friends (none of whom knew of our extracurricular activities), so he thought it would be exciting for me to try to slip them to him at the table, right there in front of all of our rather conservative set.

That night I wore a black strapless maxi dress covered with pink hibiscus blooms, and my dark, curly hair down loose over my bare shoulders. the anticipation kept me on edge, blushing and giggling all evening. I went to the ladies' room, checked my makeup, spritzed on some perfume, then went into a stall. I shimmied out of my shaper and stuffed it into my purse, slipped off my thong and sniffed at the fragrant, creamy gift that I had left in the tiny triangle of fabric. Ohhh, he was sure to be very pleased with this, I smiled to myself as I scrunched my undies into my hand and left the room.

My heart pounded as I crossed the room, aware of the increased jiggle in my walk, and worried that somehow my girlfriends would notice and realize I was up to something, revealing my true naughty nature. I tightened my grip on my handful and my heart rate increased as I approached my chair and took my seat between my fwb and my bff, who was completely oblivious to the shenanigans taking place just a few short feet away from her.

I held my breath as I pulled out my chair and set down my purse. Then, turning to speak to my gal friend on my left, I stretched out my right hand to place it on my fwb's leg and run it down the top of his thigh, and then back up the inside to his crotch, pungent bit of black lace inside.

While I made small talk in the other direction, my fwb reached under the table and clasped his hand over mine. I released my present into his care, the handoff was completed, and I took my hand back into my own lap, mission accomplished. I sat and shook, sipped my mojito, nodded and smiled at conversations that I wasn't hearing, and bit my lip to keep from grinning at our successful prank.

My fwb nonchalantly slipped my thong into his pocket, and for the rest of the night, the atmosphere between us was so electric that we had to avoid each other for fear of the others sniffing out our secret. He texted me the next day to say that he'd had a wonderfully productive self-care session, my undies on his face, where he could be reminded of the twinkly-eyed vixen with an unusually wiggly bum who sat next to him at dinner the previous night.

 

[Liplovinman]

Thanks WH, I appreciate the response!