So this is a true story that just happened about 2 weeks ago.
For a bit I’ve played with the idea of trying on some thongs and jockstraps. I’m not even really sure why, I just really wanted to see how I looked in them (vain I know, but it’s the truth.) I ordered 3 thongs and 3 jockstraps, and when they arrived I immediately loved my decision.
I tried them all on and liked what I saw. I’m in pretty good shape, and have a bit of a “pretty boy” face. Not feminine, but with some soft features. The 3 thongs were Red, Black and Purple, with the purple one being a very tiny g-string. The 3 jock straps were a black silk one, a dark blue designer style one and a skimpy baby blue one. I wore one each day for about a week, until going back to my normal boxers. I really wanted to wear them again, so I decided to put them through the wash. I did a normal load of laundry, including my normal laundry plus the thongs and jocks.
I live alone in an apartment complex, but we have a communal laundry room. Every apartment is a single, so it isn’t so bad, and you’re usually able to do laundry without waiting. Even so, I made sure to put a timer on my phone for both the washer and dryer, to ensure nobody would try and move my clothes: seeing my recent purchases. I moved the clothes from the washer to the dryer without any witnesses, but while my clothes were in the dryer, my phone died. This caused me to miss my dryer timer by about an hour. I instantly shot up and hurried to the laundry room.
I walked in and felt a jolt of nervousness, because my clothes were sitting on the table next to the machines. Fuck….someone must have needed to use the dryer and moved my clothes out. I quickly moved to the table and frantically throw my clothes in my hamper. Maybe the person didn’t notice the thongs and jocks? Possible..but unlikely. With the vibrant red, purple and baby blue, it was sure to stick out. In addition, there is no way these jocks could be justified as “performance/sport attire.” They are way too stylish and small. The straps on the blue one aren’t even a centimetre in width.
Right as I think I’m out of the woods with all my clothes in my hamper, I hear the door open and look up. My neighbor walk in, smiles and says “Hi, how’s it goin.” I don’t know her at all aside from her name, but I have seen her many times before, and always just give the normal neighbor small talk. She’ a bit older than me (maybe 40, I’m 26) and kind of looked like the wife from King of Queens (if that rings a bell for anyone.) I smile back and just respond “oh great, you?”
I don’t even register what she says as I could not wait to get out of this room faster. I stand there for a bit to let her finish whatever she was saying, laugh and nod in acknowledgment (still no idea what she said) and headed for the door. “Cute thongs by the way”, I hear as I tried to walk out the door.
I froze, and responded instinctively, “Hah..those are uh, my girlfriends” sounding very convincing I’m sure. “Oh yeah..and the jock straps. Those little things her’s too?” I really had no response here, just standing there looking stupid as fuck. “Sure thing, sweetie. Have a great night” I heard as I quickly exited the laundry room and went back to my apartment. I didn’t have much of a leg to stand on, and got the fuck out of there. There wasn’t anything I could say to make her thing I wasn’t the one wearing those, and she knew exactly why I had them.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t instantly get off to what had just happened. The mix of nervousness, embarrassment an for some reason excitement of her calling me out was insane. I’ve taken it steps further in my mind, imaging her making me walk around her house all day in only thongs or a jockstrap, ass completely exposed and being smacked/squeezed anytime I pass them. Getting her friends drinks and whatever else they want me to do for/to them. Really hoping next time I see her she’ll tease me about it again, loving the total shame and excitement on my face.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lkorsk/milf_neighbor_now_knows_im_a_sub