For days after Carrie had handed me her panties over coffee and subsequently sent me photos of her playing with her wet pussy, I could think of nothing else but meeting up with her again. I wanted to know what motived such a beautiful girl to hand a complete stranger her wet, fragrant panties knowing that they would soon be held against my face while my cock was in my hand. So I emailed her again- “Carrie, Shall we plan another exchange? Perhaps this time over a drink.” I knew after our first exchange both of us were more comfortable knowing that we were both who we represented. And I was pretty sure was just as interested in learning more about my motivations as I was learning about hers.
Carrie responded to me that evening. She told me to name the day and the time and she’d meet up with me. As the calendar would have it, the next Monday was MLK day and we both had the day off from work. I proposed meeting at a bar I knew in Union Square- it was dark, quiet and had large booths. And to ensure there were few people around I proposed meeting at 2pm. She agreed. The downside of waiting until Monday to meet was that the next two days of anticipation were absolute torture. Many times I had to revisit her email with all the delicious pictures of her playing with her pussy she had shared with me. I bring her sweet smelling panties to my nose and stroke my drooling cock. It was beautiful torture.
When MLK day finally rolled around, I took my back pack and walked to Union Square. Carrie was already seated in a booth. She looked absolutely beautiful- long, blonde hair; clear skin which required no make up, and tight jeans and a white top to show off her slender figure. I ordered two beers from the bar and then walked over to the booth. She stood and we greeted each other with a hug and then sat across from on another.
We looked at each other and both sort of chuckled at the absurdity of the situation. Here are two good-looking, young people sitting across from one another because one of them wants to the buy the wet panties off of the other’s body. I started with, “so…haha, here we are.” Carried responses, “here we are indeed.”
I had so many questions for this woman. The stereotype for young men is well-known; we’re oversexed and driven by our hormones to do very pervy things. This rang true for me…
But what about Carrie? Why would a beautiful woman be driven to take such a risk of selling her undergarments to a stranger found over the internet? I asked her, “is your decision a purely economic one?” I must admit I felt a little bad about the potential for this to be the case. I would hate to be taking advantage of this young woman’s hardship.
Carrie responded that for her, while the money was nice way supplement to her social-worker salary, she was incredibly turned on by power she felt by selling me her wet panties. That a man would pay her money to hold her scent in his hands was incredibly arousing for her and made her feel that she was desired strongly and yet held all the cards in this dynamic.
Hearing her response made my cock rock-fucking hard. She leaned in closer to me and bit her lip and then whispered, “My pussy is a mess right now. I can feel that my panties are sopping. Please excuse for a minute as I go to the bathroom.” I watched carrie’s incredibly tight ass as she walked the bathroom. I was so turned on I could feel precum dribbling out of my cock and on to the side of leg.
When Carrie returned she asked for my hand. I obliged and reached my hand forward across the table. Carrie brought her hands into mine and I immediately felt the very, very wet fabric that she had taken off of her body just moments before. She said, “I think you should put these in your pocket and take them home with you. And don’t forget to check your email.” Ugh- my cock was utterly straining. If I could have taken my dick out and exploded at that moment I would have. Of course I could not so I managed to respond w, “I think I should.”
I reached into my backpack and handed her an envelope. We had agreed on $70 for the exchange but I left her $120. These meetings were well worth the money. We hugged and parted ways.
When I got home I went straight to my bedroom. I ripped my pants off and fired up my laptop. Carrie had sent me a video this time. I lubed up my raging-hard cock and took it in my right hand. I brought carrie’s wet panties to my nose and took in the scent of her beautiful pussy. Her video was spectacular; she showed me her entire body- which was amazing – before spreading her legs, pulling her panties- which I was currently holding against my face- aside and playing with her pussy for me. She fingered herself for to a beautiful orgasm. I couldn’t handle it anymore and my cock exploded ropes of hot cum. I was spent.
I have a third part to this story if people are interested….
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gdaewu/part_2_craigslist_casual_encounters_yields_me_m
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