[F] Frankie Foster’s New Panties Part 2

“Just a sec!” Frankie instinctively yelled in response, immediately regretting letting Mac know she was behind the door.

“What is he doing here?” Frankie muttered to herself in her state of panic as she grabbed all of the various panties on her bed and hurriedly buried them under her pillow, her ass flashing the mirror briefly showing itself off in its tiny pseudo-cover.

Although she could not see it herself, her butt was all but bare. The blue G-string was practically invisible when she stood upright, and when she bent over it barely covered her womanhood and anus, allowing just the slightest hint of pink to show.

“Today of all days!” Frankie thought to herself, quickly pulling up her skirt as she kicked whatever lay on the floor under the bed, including her grey full back panties.

“Yeah?” Frankie finally asked as she pulled open the door to see the young boy standing there, her free hand still adjusting her skirt as she did so.

There at her bedroom door stood the short brown-haired child with his usual red shirt and backpack. He appeared to be holding something behind his back that Frankie couldn’t quite see.

“H-Hey Frankie!” Mac excitedly stuttered on seeing the young woman, a large and awkward smile on his face, “Bloo mentioned you had stayed back instead of going to the beach, so I-I figured I’d stop by and see if you wanted to watch a m-movie!”

He brought forth a case from behind his back and tried his best to look calm, but the kid was as awkward as ever around Frankie. He always had a childish crush on the young woman, but with the passing of time it began to mix innocent childish butterflies with confusing adolescent feelings.

“Aww that’s so sweet of you…” Frankie spoke, knowing the young boy was just trying to be nice and not realizing he had ruined her personal plans for the day, after all he didn’t know any better and he was still just a kid “Uhh…yeah…I…I guess we can watch a movie.”

“Alright! We can even use the big screen on the first floor instead of the game room!” Mac excitedly jumped up, Frankie rolling her eyes as she relented, walking forward and closing her door behind her.

“Awesome, it’s this new Rod Tango movie where…” Mac began excitedly explaining as the two walked forward.

Frankie sighed as she followed the young boy, still upset at losing what was to be her own quiet time. Yet as she took her first step down the stairs the tiny underwear between her legs gave just enough of a tug to abruptly remind her that she in fact still had the g-string on. Her frustration immediately turned to embarrassment as she couldn’t help but stop in her tracks.

“p-panties…” Frankie stuttered under her breath as she looked down at herself.

“Huh?” Mac turned back looking up at Frankie, interrupting his stream of consciousness.

“Nothing!” Frankie blurted in response clamping her thighs close together and doing her best to hold her skirt down with her hand.

“Why didn’t I put back on those stupid granny panties…” Frankie thought to herself, her face nearly as red as her hair. At Mac’s arrival she had forgotten for just a moment about the g-string, and now she was far too aware of it.

She didn’t want to draw the child’s attention, especially on the stairs in which if he decided to turn back he could very quickly see her secret. She had to keep going, she couldn’t turn back now.

Every step she took she couldn’t help but think about that thin piece of fabric between her legs, rubbing her perineum. She wasn’t use to thongs to begin with, so the wedgie like feeling wasn’t gone and stepping too far or bending a bit would tug the string sitting between her butt.

Even worse, she could not help but feel…aroused.

She could not help it, she felt oddly lewd. Her skirt was all that separated her bare ass from the world, and at any moment if she bent too far, got caught on anything, or even just got caught with a bad breeze her secret was out.

“And unlike that stupid space werewolf….” Mac continued to ramble.

He was a good kid, but he had bad timing. Frankie could not care less what he was talking about as each step was torturous. The G-string was just a tad too small, and with each step she could feel it pulling at the base of her pussy, rubbing her asshole, and constantly reminding her that she had a sexy secret. And that secret was becoming more and more arousing to her.

As the initial embarrassment went away she couldn’t help but play into the role a little, standing up straight and starting to swing her hips just a tad with her walk. She was no longer some boring old housekeeper, she was sexy and confident.

Feeling bold Frankie continued to walk, but slowly grabbed the back of her skirt and lifted it. From the front she looked entirely normal, but from behind her ass was visible for the world. Each exaggerated step causing her butt to sway side to side with just the smallest jiggle. The string underwear completely hidden by her own body.

The poor boy in front of her did not have a clue. All that time he had a crush on her, and here she was flaunting her ass right behind him. She could picture all of the imaginary friends, all of them use to dull old clean up the mess Frankie, none of them could even dream in their wildest dreams that she was the kind of girl to flash her ass right there in the halls of the home.

While she let go of her skirt, allowing her bum to once again be covered her thoughts drifted more and more. Imagine her wearing that tiny g-string and bending over while cleaning, giving whoever was behind her the view of their life. Even better, imagine it was that old stuck-up house president. Mr. Herriman and his unrelenting uptight attitude, oh how sweet it would be to see his face if he saw those lewd panties struggling to contain her ass.

But she was overconfident, and she didn’t count on the arousal building more and more. She couldn’t bear it, Mac continued to ramble but she got too caught up in her thoughts and she could feel the warmth in her legs beginning to get harder and harder to ignore. She couldn’t believe it, but she couldn’t ignore it either, she needed to get away at least for a moment.

“Sorry Mac I just …I just need a second!” Frankie exclaimed as they walked by the small main lobby bathroom.

Frankie swung the door widely before she slammed it shut and locked it. She felt it was wrong, but she had to do it. She pulled up her skirt and her hand shot down between her legs. She could feel the warmth through the panties, she could feel the moisture starting to seep through, she hadn’t felt so turned on in ages.

“Fuuuuck” Frankie half cried to herself as she pulled up her shirt and bit down on the cotton. Her bare breasts sticking out, her pink nipples hard as they could possibly be. Her left hand wasting no time in grabbing her left breast and squeezing.

“Are you okay Frankie?” Mac asked through the door

“I’m fine!” She yelled in response “Just really need a second! Why don’t you go on ahead and start up the movie, I’ll catch up!”

She couldn’t help it as her right hand began rubbing her vulva through her now soaked panties, each stroke pulling the string and rubbing her asshole too.

Frankie was never one to masturbate very often, after all when working most days and living at a Foster home it is a challenge to get enough alone time to do so. But this was different, this was an almost animalistic urge. She didn’t want to masturbate, she needed to.

“Stay quiet, stay quiet,” Frankie reminded herself as she pulled the front of the panties to the side, exposing her womanhood.

She had a bare vulva, no pubic hair in sight, her lips swollen with excitement and seeping juices that began to coat her inner thighs. She began rubbing herself vigorously, her taught skin very receptive to the motion. She slid her middle and ring fingers inside and began massaging the top wall of her vagina as she simultaneously massaged her engorged clitoris with her palm.

She did her best to keep the noise down, but the wet flesh she massaged let out slick slapping sounds that added to her excitement.

“I can’t, I can’t…” Frankie tried to dissuade herself as she felt her body getting closer and closer.

She let go of her left breast and in the heat of the moment reached down with her left hand, grabbing a handful of her own ass-cheek before sliding a finger up her ass.

The sudden and new sensation of her own finger piercing herself from behind pushed Frankie over the edge and she could feel the orgasm rise up and spread.

She could feel her vagina contract in excitement, her asshole grip her finger tightly, and her whole body wash over with the feeling of satisfaction. It felt as if weeks of pent up frustration were allowed to release.

As the orgasm subsided Frankie looked down at herself. Her right hand in her vagina, soaked in her own juices, and her left hand gripping her own ass with a finger still inside her anus. Even the floor had received dribbles of her bodies excitement. She wasn’t exactly proud of herself, but she would be lying to herself if she didn’t admit it was one of the best orgasms she’d ever had.

She looked down at the half-drenched G-string that started this whole mess.

“I love these things.”

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