Isn’t it one of the most exciting parts of sex? That moment when he (or she) takes down your panties. If it is the first time, and you want them, it’s that moment of still wanting, before they get to touch you intimately, the not knowing yet how it will be; the desire and the excitement. The intimacy.
I felt that so often in my days of having different partners. There are stages to this. From chatting to flirting to kissing. To being alone. To passionate kisses and wandering hands. To removal of shirts, trousers. Bras. And then knickers. The thrill of his or her hand moving in that direction for the first time, maybe touching you through the silk, maybe slipping their hand inside. OMG, I remember thinking the first time. He is going to touch my cunt, nobody but me has ever done that. Feeling the panties slip off, lifting my hips to help him remove them. Exposing me.
Years on. With my husband, it is still a Moment. We can jump from casual stroking to sex quite fast, but there is still a moment, when he starts to tug at my panties, that I know we are going to fuck or he is going to make me come.