Which left us with the final box on the to-do list: Determine the ownership of the damp panties. Mary retrieved them from her pocket with a warm lopsided grin that held every emotion you would expect, then held them out to me, “It was really hot when you told me to keep these, but I’d hate to break up a matching set.”
I pondered the offered bundle. “Well, it’s not like I can’t get a new pair. And I’m definitely not putting them on like that. I’ll wear the spares I keep in my purse.”
“You keep extra panties in your purse?”
“You don’t?”
“We’re off topic. You should keep these.”
Mary looked torn, so I gave one last push, “It’s seriously alright for you to keep them, Mary. I feel a little guilty that you didn’t… you know. Enjoy yourself. So, if they add anything to your personal time later, I’m glad to replace them.”
“That’s, uh, not it.” Mary winced, “I totally get why people find it hot, but… used panties are just kinda gross once they cool off. It’s not that I don’t appreciate it, but-”
She stopped talking when she saw me laughing. I took the panties and walked them to my purse. “It’s alright. You aren’t into it, that’s fine. I’ll just have to make it up to you another time.” I slipped into the plain black panties I kept in my purse, taking my time when I caught Mary enjoying the view. Then, I returned to her with a little extra sway in my hips, biting my lower lip and giving her my best bedroom eyes. “You know, I’m going to need your number if you want to make good on my I-O-U.”
“My, uh- I’m-” One of these days I’ll have to explore how much I like making other people completely stumble over themselves. I saved her by handing her my phone. “Right. Number. One sec.”