In my youth, I had a talent for meeting up with older perverts (thank you, Craigslist). I once met a rare and extremely handsome man. You know, that type that looks like y’all’s favorite retired unretired now divorced football player. He said he was single and free of STDs. I did not believe him for one minute. Still, I was young, dumb, and horny.
I was ready to play when I made my wardrobe choices. I wore a short, colorful dress and a particularly small pair of pink panties. Let’s just say: I was feeling it.
For some reason, Mr Stereotypically Handsome didn’t compel me when we met up. Most people would think that I’d be fanning myself and waiting to have his dick down my throat, right? But something just didn’t click. I knew I would ignore his future messages. Something about one’s budget getting spent entirely in the looks department, maybe. But he had driven a good while to meet me, and I did not want to go empty handed. I asked where he was parked.
His car was at in the underground parking in the tourist area downtown. The area that was packed full on that hot and humid summer weekend.
So, when we arrived to his car, I did not even take a look to see who was near us. I just got in the back seat, and he followed me without a single complaint. Mr Stereotypically Handsome wasn’t a great kisser, or maybe he was just intimidated by the idea of being caught. If I hadn’t been so damn horny, maybe I would have been too. He fondled me over and under my colorful summer dress and he pulled my legs open. He pulled my panties to the side and fingered me while biting my neck.
His fingers circled my clit at times, but he found out soon enough that it was his finger inside me that I craved that day. So he doubled down on it, and he whispered kinky encouragements in my ear. Something about being a young slut in this handsome older man’s car while others were potentially watching pushed me over the edge around his fingers and he grunted.
After I came, the car next to us started. We froze in the back seat. Quite the snapshot, I’d say: my long legs spread, his fingers glistening, both of us still like caught teenagers. He asked if I wanted to go elsewhere.
I honestly didn’t. I told him I had to stay downtown. But, as a token of my appreciation, I closed my legs and slipped down my panties. I left my soaked panties on his lap before I kissed his cheek.
I think Mr Stereotypically Handsome got a bit angry that I turned him down, but it’s not like he returned the underwear. I like to think it got torn up and covered with his cum before he tossed it in the downtown parking trash bin.
I’m glad I chose to wear the ones that were a bit too small on that day.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yl5bjn/i_gave_a_guy_my_panties_in_an_underground_parking
Great story! Thanks for sharing 🥰