**Note:** So yes, this *is* a throw-away account. I’m fairly certain I’d be recognized on my main and I’m not ready for that just yet.
Anyway, I’m 28, half Caucasian and half Hispanic. I am about 5’6, ~128 lbs., 36D’s (if its a good day), and I have straight, shoulder-length black hair. I’ve recently become somewhat *obsessed* with two things (no idea why tbh): I fell in love with sexy underthings and glasses (OK – I’m lying – I just actually need glasses now). I’m straight with some sexual experience, and the recent heat in the NE has had some interesting effect on my libido.I guess that’s a good enough segue into this story. Oh wait – one more important deet – I’ve had some weird sexual hang-ups *and* I have always struggled to find panties and bras that fit me well, and make me feel sexy (open to suggestions on that btw). OK, let’s go…
It’s a typical Saturday. I throw on some leggings and a t-shirt and hit my crossfit class. I come home, veg on /r for a few minutes, strip, shave my legs, shower, and make an unusual decision. I decide to omit panties, rock my fave black sundress and a really nice bra. Keep you’re pants on though – going commando is, from my understanding, not a big deal for most females (I just never do it). I holla at my bestie and we make plans for brunch and agree to meet in a couple hours at a nearby mall. I showed up early, waited, and waited, and waited. I cannot get in touch with her and I was pissed. She finally texts me about some blowup she had w/ her boyfriend, we exchange sentiments, and I’m on my own. It’s about 6 PM, and this mall closes around 8/8:30 on a Saturday. I decide to go shopping, and find myself in the intimateslingerie department of one of those very ‘upper echelon’ department stores which I won’t name (but word on the street is they are going OOB soon). Read more »