Deliciously Improper

“Your instistence that I wear these panties is the root cause of my frustration this morning.”

Slyly. “Why, what’s wrong?”

“Oh. You dont know.”

“Should I? I don’t wear panties.”

“Lucky you. Usually, neither do I.”

“Yes. Lucky me. For more reasons than one. Tell me, how are you feeling?”

“How am I feeling?! Uncomfortable.”

“No. That is not satisfactory. We have words. Tap in.”

“Tap in?”

“Yes. Disclosure Baby Girl.”

…consideration and thought.

“The sensation of the restrictive lace sort of frictioning my mound and bunching in between my thighs up through my ass is inspiring.”

“Inspiring?! How so? Explain.”

“Well. Since this particular activity happens so infrequently, my body is adjusting. With muscle memory supervening, the seated position brings forth kegel movement urges. Which encourages a bit of that squishy sensation. Then, when I shift to find comfort, a tingle moves up through my lady parts and the bunching lace creates a pull.”

“A pull?”

“More like a tug, everytime I attempt to find comfort.”

“A tug?”

“Yes. Gentle. Firm.”

“Tug” in unison.

“How close?”

“Imminent at this rate.”

“To work.”

“Oh. He he. Two lights away.”

“Very good. Hopefully, you will find adequate comfort today. I will check in with you at an appropriate time.

“K.”

“Remember. You have words.”