The Wrong Panties - Sex Stories

The Wrong Panties

... using for your presentation… set them off." She trailed off.

She looked at him for a few moments, furrowing her brow as she tried to register if he was comprehending. Suddenly a look of realization crossed his face.

"Pulsating panties!" He almost cried out.

"Shhh," Carmel hushed him, looking at her office window to see if anyone was likely to have heard. Luckily no one had.

"It's ok," Josh said, "My ex-girlfriend had a pair of them!" He chuckled.

Seeing that he understood made Carmel relax a little, the red from her cheeks subsiding.

"Yes… them," Carmel replied uncomfortably, "So you see, I was very surprised when your pointer…:" she trailed off, unsure what words to use, "and found it a bit hard to control my…" she trailed off again.

"Orgasm," Josh finished her sentence, and seeing her blush deeply, he added, "It's ok, my ex and I used to use them at the mall, and then when we got back to her place she would be desperate for my…."

It was Josh's turn to trail off, noticing Carmel's blush deepened again.

"Sorry, TMI," he finished.

Then Josh's expression changed, taking on a worried look.

"You're not going to report me for, like, sexual harassment or something are you?" he stammered anxiously, "I mean, I didn't mean to… or cause you any distress."

"No!" Carmel almost blurted. "Of course not, Josh! You weren't to know - and it really didn't cause me any distress…" She trailed off again, then quickly added, "And you don't need to worry about ...

... it happening again. I've taken them off already!"

With this, she patted her handbag, sitting on its side on the table, realizing too late what this implied.

Josh's eyes flicked to the handbag, the open top towards him, and appeared to inhale deeply as his eyes widened a little. She hoped he couldn't see into the bag.

"Anyway," Carmel cleared her throat, "I don't think we need to mention this to anyone. We can simply put it behind us and forget it ever happened."

Josh appeared to have to physically drag his eyes from her handbag, nodding to her and regaining his friendly smile.

"Yeah, of course. Never happened." He smiled.

Carmel went on, "And your presentation was great, by the way, even if I was distracted."

They both laughed, the tension in the room dissipating.

*

That night, Carmel lay in bed staring at the ceiling. As much as she tried to put thoughts of the day out of her mind, she couldn't help ruminating on the strange, and intensely exciting albeit embarrassing, occurrence. The fact that she couldn't tell Chris, her husband, whom she should be able to tell anything, made it strangely even more exciting in her memory. She figured it was the forbidden fruit factor. She had even had to sneakily hand-wash the pulsating panties and put them through the dryer without Chris seeing so she could slip them back into the box. She could probably have simply said that she had to wear them as she didn't have any other clean pairs, and left it at that, but ...