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Roving Panty Reporter
Panty flashing from your woman on the street.
Here I am, your interpid panty reporter, ready to bring you any and all
exciting news FLASHES! That's right, I'm now out and about as your
woman on the street, searching high and low (okay, mostly low) for
illicit glimpses of sexy underwear. I can tell you it's one hell of an
assignment for a serious journalist such as myself. And it ain't easy
getting girls to give you the goods. But I can promise you that I'll
give it my all, and, if I do say so myself, I have a very convincing
charm. Which means you'd better be careful if you find yourself in my
path; I just might ask YOU to show me your panties! And you KNOW you're
wearing them!
My first stop was City Hall Park, right in downtown Manhattan. It was a
beautiful warm, sunny spring day, with bright red and gold tuplis in
bloom. Even more beautiful were all the blooming babes! You know how
those first rays of spring sunshine can inspire everyone to start
shedding their winter layers! No more wool pants! Just flirty skirts
and skimpy t-shirts! Whee! When I introduced myself to the intriguing
Ivy, smiling behind her mysterious shades, I complimented her on her
groovy geometric go-go dress. "Thanks!" she gushed. And then I hit her
with it: "Will you show me your panties?"
"Sure!" she smiled, "but I'm wearing nylons." Knowing that that's not a
problem, since I'm sure there are plenty of you out there who
appreciate pantyhose almost as much as panties, I told her to hoist her
hot little dress and give us a good shot. Suddenly just a bit shy, Ivy
huddled in between a few groups of people to shelter herself just a bit
before turning and giving me a teasing little raise of her dress. Don't
you just love the seams around her thighs? And those black panties,
even if they are a bit shaded. Mmmm, I can tell you first hand that Ivy
has a fine little behind! And she wasn't embarrassed in the slightest
to show me what she had. Of course, when I asked her about her panties,
because, well, inquiring minds want to know, she blushed like a co-ed.
"My boyfriend gave them to me," she stammered. I raised an eyebrow. As
you can see from the photo, they aren't the most revealing underpants
you've ever seen. "He just loves black lingerie, and the more
conservative the better. In fact," she whispered, leaning closer to me,
"he gave me a bra to go with them and it's so old fashioned I hate to
wear it. I mean, it looks like something my grandmother would wear!"
Well, whatever makes a man happy, eh? I wanted to ask more, perhaps
what went on after her boyfriend presented her with the conservative
lingerie set, but I could tell she'd already divulged more than she
wanted to. Ladies certainly get secretive about the strangest things!
Just across the park from Ivy, who went right back to eating her lunch
after I left, I found Barbie. As soon as she introduced herself to me,
I couldn't help but ask. "Barbie? Isn't it a pain having that name?"
"Oh, it's not too bad," the sultry brunette replied. "Although I do
constantly get the 'Hey doll' references. But people usually have a
positive association with the name, so I usually get a positive
association too!"
That was all it took to give me the courage I needed. "Well, Barbie," I said, "would you like to show me your panties?"
"Oh, I'd love to!" she said, unbuckling her leather pants. I guess this
Barbie was no baby doll. "I'm even wearing special panties today!"
"Super!" I said, jockeying into position with my auto focus camera.
"But not my face!" Barbie said, turning and yanking down her sexy
leather pants. And there, scrawled across her ass—and across the powder
blue polyester of her panties—were the words "Remember who's boss." Now
here was a real contradiction! A woman in skin-tight leather drawers,
eager to flash her panties but too shy to show her face. I had to know
more.
After I'd snapped the shot, I asked, "So, where'd you get those undies?"
"I had them made," she giggled, "in one of those t-shirt places at the mall." I assumed she meant "mall" in the generic sense.
"I have another pair that says 'I dig your boyfriend'."
"But what do they mean?" I probed, knowing there had to be a good story behind them.
"Well," she began, looking from side to side to make sure no one else
was listening. "I'm kind of bisexual, and I work with this really cute
girl, Chrissy. Anyway, one day her boyfriend came by to pick her up and
he was sooooo hot! Tall and skinny, a real artist type. I'm just weak
for them." And she fanned her face, batting her eyelashes. She didn't
look very weak to me, but I gave her the benefit of the doubt. "Anyway,
I made some casual comment to Chrissy about how hot her boyfriend was
and she suggested a three-way. Can you believe it! Well, I thought she
was kidding, and just let it pass. But when I was at the mall and I saw
these make-them-yourself panties, I thought it would be cute to have a
pair made up to show Chrissy. So I wore them to work one day and on our
break I told her to come into the ladies' room with me. I pulled down
my work pants and turned to show her my ass. Or, you know, my panties,
the ones with the 'I dig your boyfriend' on them. Well, she just
started laughing and, you know, rubbing the letters and stuff, saying,
"Oh, that is sooo funny! Tony will get such a kick out of these. And
she just kept rubbing her hands over my ass, and it was really turning
me on. And pretty soon we were making out, right there in the ladies'
room! Up against the wall!"
I had to interrupt. "But what about the 'Remember who's boss' ones, the
ones you're wearing today?" I asked. I guess she didn't mind sharing
the secrets of her sex life with a stranger, because she continued.
"Well, Chrissy and I had already made out, so I knew we were hot for
each other, but I wasn't sure how she'd feel about a three-way, even if
it had been her suggestion. Neither of us had mentioned what she'd said
about it. But a few days later, she comes up to me and says, 'Tony
wants to see those panties of yours,' and I knew where we were heading!
So, the three of us, well, you know, had sex, and boy, it was awesome!
We had such a great time! And for some reason I was sort of the most
aggressive one, you know, in bed, kind of telling them what to do and
stuff. And Chrissy thought this was so funny, too, you know, calling me
Boss and stuff. And I had told her and Tony where I got the first pair
of panties. Anyway, they bought me this pair. I got really excited,
too, when they gave them to me, and I put them on right away. And of
course, I told them, 'Okay, if I'm the boss, then you have to do what I
say.' And I told Chrissy to suck my tits and I told Tony to make me
come. Which he did, right through my panties!"
He made you come with those panties on?" I asked, surprised.
"Yeah, there's still a stain," Barbie said. "Wanna see?"
Suddenly scared a cop might stop us or something, I said, "No, no,
that's okay. That's just between you and your friends, Barbie."
She looked a little disappointed, but I gave her my number and told her
to give me a call if she and Chrissy ever want to pose for more panty
pictures.
"You bet!" she said, grabbing her lunch pail. "I've got to get back to
work. Talking about this has gotten me so hot I'm gonna have to drag
Chrissy into the ladies' room and tell her it's her turn to make me
come with these panties on!"
(I'm sorry to say that my auto focus camera didn't do a very good job
of capturing the words on Barbie's butt, so you'll have to use your
imagination. But then you can insert the saying of your choice!)
At this point, I was about ready to come with my panties on! I know she
wouldn't show you her face, but I got to see it, and Barbie is
absolutely adorable! Little freckles on her nose, deep green eyes,
really saucy, if you'll pardon that silly expression. But I had to get
back to the task at hand: finding more lovely ladies willing to show me
their panties!
My next "victim" was Jo, an executive secretary, or so she told me. She
looked a little too pretty to be cooped up in an office. "That's why I
come out here for lunch," she said, "even on cool days. But today is so
nice. Isn't it just the perfect spring day?" I agreed, and eyed her
legs. She was wearing knee-high black leather boots, but her legs were
bare! We spent a few minutes making small talk and finally I casually
inquired, "Can I get you to show me your panties?" She looked shocked
for a second, but then a big smile spread across her face.
"My panties?" she asked. "Why would you want to see my panties?" I
explained about Panty Play, and the many men out there who are hot for
underpants.
"Oh! I had a boyfriend once who had a thing for my panties! He used to
make me model them for him while he masturbated. Ooh, that turned me
on! In fact," she said, running her hand over her ass, "I think I'm
wearing a pair he gave me!"
"Perfect!" I said, "Let's see 'em!"
In a blink, Jo propped one elegant, black leather-booted leg up on the
park bench and spread her thighs, giving me the perfect peek at her
panty-covered crotch. And yum! Those panties were see through! They
lose a little in the translation here, but I guess everything's better
live, eh? As soon as I snapped the shot, Jo swung her leg back to the
ground, but she left a lasting impression on me. As you can see from
the photo, she's one impressive package, with that long red hair and
those eye-popping boobs. I have to admit, I was so concerned with
panties that day that I hadn't even noticed her sizable breasts. But
when I got my pictures back, there they were, big as could be! I'm glad
I have her number. Maybe she'll pose for me again someday. And I'll
keep an eye out for her in the park on warm, sunny days.
That, my friends, was just about all I could take for one day. Three
sexy women showing me their panties had a stronger effect on me than
I'd anticipated, so I socked my camera away for the next day. I was out
running errands when I spotted a sexy little sweetie with long, wavy
blonde hair and worn, faded blue jeans torn in all the right places. I
hurried to catch up with her and introduced myself. Coincidentally, we
were on our way to the same place! So, as we walked along, I told her
about my current journalistic project.
"Can I be a part of it?" she asked, saving me the trouble of suggesting it myself.
"That would be great!" I exclaimed, pulling my camera out of my bag.
"What do I have to do?" she asked, glancing at the somewhat shady
characters hanging around. We weren't in the best part of town.
"Well, you can just show me your panties, and I'll take a picture of
just the panties," I said, "or you can pose for me and I'll shoot you,
smiling and flashing."
"Oh! I'd rathing pose!" she said. "But not out here. I don't want all these weird lurkers to see."
I heartily agreed, and we ducked into a doorway. Adorable Dolly didn't
mind striking a few delicious poses for me, opening up her faded jeans
to flash a delicate pair of pink lace panties. When I asked about them,
she said, "My boyfriend gave them to me. He thinks they make me look
innocent." I nodded, agreeing that yes, they did look pretty virginal.
"They're not too boring, are they?" she asked, furrowing her brow. "I
mean, too boring for your magazine?"
I quickly assured her that there was no such thing as boring panties in
Panty Play. "Even my high-waisted grandma underwear get men excited," I
told her, and she looked relieved. I was afraid to ask her just how
innocent she was in those panties, when it was just her and her
boyfriend, all alone. Perhaps I'll run into her again, and I can get
more informationÑand hopefully more pictures of Dolly!
Later that night I was having dinner with my friend Max. Her real name
is Maximillia. It's a family name, or some crazy thing, and she prefers
to be called Max. Anyway, so I'm telling Max about my little work in
progress and she immediately asked if she could be in on it.
"Are you sure, Max?" I asked. You see, Max is gay, and I wasn't sure
she'd want to be the object of heterosexual male masturbation fantasies.
"Are you kidding?" she laughed. "I think it would be totally hot! And
if you give me a few copies of the magazine, I can pass them on to my
girlfriends. Lesbians love panties, too," she added. Aha! I thought,
bisexual bells going off in my head. So we had a few cocktails with
dinner and wobbled off to our local topless bar for some inspiration.
"I've never been to a straight stripper bar," Max confided. "Only gay clubs."
"Well, this should be a real experience for you, then," I said, pushing
open the door to Billy's. We bought a couple of beers and got
comfortable. It was like we were on a date. The ladies dancing on the
stage all smiled, pleased to see a few females amidst the clientelle.
We hung out and drank, tipping a few of the friendlier dancers, and
after a while I asked Max if she was ready for her close-up.
"You bet!" she gushed. "Where? In here?"
"No, no, no," I said, knowing that not only would we be stealing the
spotlight from the hired talent, we'd probably either attract too much
unwanted male attention or get ourselves kicked outÑor both!
"Whaddy say I shoot you getting into a taxi?" I asked, plenty buzzed by
that point. I've seen all kinds of getting in or out of car photos in
Celebrity Sleuth. It's a natural!"
"Sounds great!" Max slurred, sliding off her barstool. "Let's do it!"
We stumbled out of Billy's and tried to decide which street corner would be the best. Like it mattered.
"This one!"I said, positioning myself strategically and hailing a cab.
When one pulled up to the curb, I opened the door for Max. "Slide in
and spread 'em!" I said, giggling. And Max obliged, opening her thighs
and stretching the crotch of her nude nylons.
"Can you see them?" she asked, leaning out. I took a shot.
"Yeah, but..." I said, gesturning for her to raise her dress up a bit
further, not wanting the cab driver to know what we were up to. Max
thought I had meant for her to scoot back, and she moved deeper into
the cab.
"No, no. Raise your dress!" I giggled, hoping I wouldn't shake the
camera too much. Max obliged, and I snapped another shot. I jumped into
the cab beside Max and we both cracked up. As the driver pulled away
from the curb, I asked if I could take one more picture, and Max leaned
back, legs spread.
"Go for it!" she said, and I took my last shot.
When I got home, I posed for a few panty shots myself to use up the
roll of film. I thought they might amuse you, so here they are. Till
next time, this is your woman on the street, signing off. Enjoy! |