There’s this one scene from Friends that fucked me up. Chandler gets his clothes stolen by Julia Roberts and he’s left in a restaurant bathroom in her pink thong she made him wear.
It became a total kink immediately. Wearing underwear someone else told me to and then being left somewhere public in them. I thought about it all the time.
I was in college, 21, when I was drunk enough to tell someone and he told me he got it. He was older, maybe 30? And then he told me to go to a local department store and buy a pink thong, change into them in the stall, and walk out, throwing my underwear away. address for me to head afterward.
In the store, a woman offered to help. I lied and said I wanted to get something sexy for my girlfriend who was “built like me” – I was pale and scrawny, but that was in relation to guys. She wasn’t buying it, she also didn’t seem to care. “Sometimes I wear her jeans,” I added, like this made it more believable.
I bought one pink pair and wished I could buy more but his directions were to buy only the one. I couldn’t steal them. I bought them from the saleswoman, blushing fiercely, and changed into them in a different department’s bathrooms.
They held me in, barely, and went straight between my ass. I kind of loved the support as opposed to the boxers I felt expected to wear.
I threw the boxers away outside. It was dusk by the time I made it to the party. Maybe 10 people, and I couldn’t find my guy. I didn’t fit in, everyone there was living a post collegiate life.
When he appeared he smiled. “You look uncomfortable,” he said. “Is it your underwear?”
“Oh, um. Yes.” I followed him inside.
He was barrel chested and bearded and confident. He fit his self description. He led me upstairs to a bathroom and made me strip. I was shaking with excitement and adrenaline, standing there in pink lace that no longer held in my hard-on.
And he laughed a little.
“Did you shave for this?”
“I thought it might look better.”
He pushed me down to my knees and pulled his own cock out, which was thick and meaty and long. I couldn’t quite handle it. So he used my tongue as a pillow for his cock head while I slurped at it and he jerked off.
I swallowed, and then he took my clothes.
“Everyone here knows that you’re about to come out in a pink thong. They know what this is for me.” He opened the door, turned back around. “You’re right, this is hot.” And he left.
I had about a minute to collect myself, rinse my mouth, and a knock at the door killed my hard on, so I tucked it away.
I walked through the party and a couple people commented on my g-string, clapped a little. I just walked on through, trying to be nonchalant.
I luckily had a scrim of woods to walk through to get home by. I was absolutely filthy when I made it there, and as I cleaned myself in the shower I barely had to graze myself with my hand before I shot everywhere, long spurts for a long time. Fuck that was slutty.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/x4vp1z/mm_left_in_only_a_pink_thong_at_a_party