Background—- Sunny was in her 30’s. Blonde, blue eyes, petite, maybe 5’1″. C cups, implants. Dancing in a nude club. Married with kids. Me in my 50’s, grey hair,6’1″, decent shape, married, grown kids, a professional. We met in a strip club and had a 7 yr affair.
Sunny and I liked to text each other just to brighten the day. Since we were both married, it was difficult to find time to get together outside her dancing schedule at her club. Most of the time that we got together it was the result of an impromptu text., like the one I am about to describe.
I’m sitting in my office on a summer day. Sunny texts me that she is bringing her kids to a birthday party at a local country club at 3. She texts me a pic of her in a breezy, yellow sundress, almost see through. Little straps on her shoulders, and ending way above her knees. A little too provocative for a mom at a birthday party, but Sunny likes to show off. All in all, a nice afternoon treat.
I immediately text her that I am going to drop by the country club, get a drink at the bar, and that she is too come out from the party to see me. She protests—she can’t— her friends are there—her kids are there—stuff like that. Too bad, I am on my way.
As I walk in from the parking lot, I text Sunny. No response. I sit at the bar and order a beer. I text her again. No response. I text her that she better come out, or I am going to go looking thru the function rooms to find her. She texts back, “OK, but only to say Hi.” In a few minutes, she comes gliding into the bar. Her diaphanous sundress reveals her toned body. Her breasts are almost popping out. She has on heels. No way she was dressing like that for the moms at the party. That little tease damn well knew I was coming to find her. That outfit was for me!
I got a drink for her, and we went outside on the patio, for a little privacy. She saunters out of the bar, all flouncy like, not seeming to care now who sees her with me. The patio is beautiful on a gorgeous late afternoon in the summer. We flirt, but no real contact other than her hand lightly touching me on the arm. She bites her lip provocatively. She twirls her hair with her fingers. she crosses and uncrosses her toned, tanned legs in that little sundress.
Usually, I am in charge. But not that afternoon. She was flirting like the good little stripper/actress she was, putting on a show for an audience of one. I gotta show her who’s the boss. The power dynamic has to change and quickly.
I look at her sternly and asked her if she was wearing panties. She had to be in that flimsy outfit, esp out with her kids. She whispers “Of course. What kind of slut do you think I am?” I tell her to describe them. “A flowery bikini style”. I demand that she flash me as she uncrosses her legs. Of course, she obeys, and I get a peek at the floral pattern. I lean in and whisper that she should slip them off and give them to me. some whining from her— ” I can’t.” “My husband just gave them to me. ” “They are expensive.” “I can’t go back into the birthday party without panties.”
OK then, gotta go. She groans “Wait. OK”. She nervously looks around to make sure no one can see. As she looks around a few more times, she manages to slip them down to her feet, and quickly gets them over her heels. she balls them up and puts them in my palm. They are damp. Good girl!
We both have to get going now. I Give her a quick kiss and a light slap on her ass as she goes back inside. As I leave, I ask myself, now that I made her give them to me, what am I going to do with her panties. I savor their sweet aroma as I drive. I get a good look at them. Very expensive LaPerla, with a very distinctive yellow and pink floral pattern. Her husband has good taste.
I then realize that her house is on the way home. I want to mark my territory to show her and her husband that she is mine. There are some pretty hydrangea bushes at the entrance to her development. I stop there and carefully hang the pretty panties in a conspicuous spot, a place both she and her husband will see every day. After a few days, Sunny spots them, and nervously retrieves them. She texts me a little upset. I tell her to keep them handy cause next time we fuck she will have them in her mouth. That’s a story for another time.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rvct2l/sunny_f_slips_off_her_pretty_panties_for_me