The Phone Sex Bar

You’ve been told “don’t get your panties in a bunch.”

You first meet at the cafe, when you both are reading the same bestseller, in hardcover. Your quip about “real” books makes her laugh, and you adjust your pants to make room for a tent. She comes back with a joke about putting on her big girl panties. You adjust again. The conversation continues, easily and with lots of laughter, and you’re soon exchanging contact info.

A week of getting to know each other and funny texts culminates in an invitation to her house on Saturday. You imagine hundreds of ways the evening could go, as you do a mental countdown to your date.

Little did you know, you’re embarking on a brand new adventure.

She answers the door in full on sexy mode, a silky looking dress with low neckline and high hemline. As you enter, you smell her lightly floral perfume and it captivates you. You’re not entirely sure how the smell creates the drool in your mouth, but it’s all good.

She says she has hard alcohol or wine or beer, your preference. She sets down some hot appetizers, but as she delivers your drink, it tilts just enough to wet your trousers. “Damn,” she says, “I’m so sorry. If you’d like to change out of those wet trousers, just duck into my guest room. There’s an outfit you can wear, if you’d like to. If not, then you can look in the closet and there’s a robe in there.”

Pink panties are laid out on the bedspread.

They are french cut bikinis with lace overlay, and they are silky and sensuous. You finger them and feel a twinge in your wet trousers. You’re wondering if she really meant this as the outfit for you to put on. Then you wonder what she’ll say or do if this *isn’t* the “outfit” she was referring to. Finally, you wonder what she’ll say or do if you really do put them on.

What would you do: put them on, or don the robe, or get the hell out of there? I’d love to complete this scenario with your preferred ending on a hot call very soon.

Linda
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