Clothing

Panties. She had dozens of them, strewn like a silken rainbow across her bed. She needed to decide which ones to wear tonight. Red lace? Black satin? Thong? Bikini? Boy shorts? The pink ones and the white lace ones had matching bras, but she wouldn’t be wearing one with that dress. The violet silk ones were her favorites, but he’d seen those. She glanced at the clock.

Yikes! He’d be here any minute. Finally she made her decision and slid her dress over her head.

She whispered to her date as they finished their dessert. “I’m not wearing any panties.”