A day in the life … of my Panties
Hi Everyone,
... and thank you so much for your lovely compliments.
Instead of telling you about a day in my life, my panties will do the talking!
Life as a pair of Lorna's panties generally followed a pleasant routine of wear followed by wash (she *does* like to be beautifully turned out!) but there are unpredictable elements as well - you can never be sure whose hands are going to be pulling you down! Sometimes it gets more unpredictable still, and that is what I would like to tell you about today.
The first time I knew I had been selected for special treatment came a few days ago. I was in the underwear drawer, waiting my turn, when Lorna started looking through us. I wasn't quite sure what she was doing as it was a little earlier than usual, but she seemed quite pleased when she found me. I thought at first, she was meeting one of her special gentlemen, but it was just a normal sort of walking about day. I concentrated on fitting the curves of her buttocks nicely and trying not to slip into any of those crevices that the guys find so appealing, though riding up a little from time to time is almost impossible. By the end of the day I had picked up some gentle intimate aromas, but nothing that wouldn’t be taken care of by a regular wash.
The next day I was a little surprised when Lorna took me out of the basket and put me back on. Perhaps the washer had gone wrong? Lorna wore me all day again. The morning she spent mostly walking around in me but with a fair bit of time sitting down as well. Some was in the car (being pressed between the driving seat and those lovely bum cheeks is something I must confess I enjoy a little more than perhaps I should!)
I think she must have been feeling a little deprived of intimate company, if you know what I mean, because after lunch she went into her private room. I could hear the sound of her computer being turned on, and after a few mouse clicks I was surprised to find her right hand gently slipping inside my elastic. I don't know what she was watching, but her fingers were busy there for quite some time. I could hear her moaning slightly as she finished and felt some feminine scented moisture seeping into my gusset.
She must have enjoyed whatever she had been watching because she did it again just a little later, and then a third time not long after that! The third one I think was the most enjoyable of all! She lifted herself off the seat completely - nipping me in that delightful valley between her bottom cheeks as she did - and called out "Oh, yes, yes...fuck, yes!" as she did. There was a lot more liquid this time round, musky female juice soaking into me. I didn't go into the washing basket that night. Lorna put me to one side in a plastic bag, laying me out and patting me.
Day three. Lorna put me on this morning for a little while as she rode her bicycle. I think she must have been in a hurry to get somewhere because the ride made her perspire a little, her bum cheeks and thighs glowing with the exertion. I soaked it all up as a good pair of panties should. Whatever she was doing must have distracted her though, because when we got home she went to the toilet and forgot to pull me down first! She just settled on the seat and then I felt warm liquid pouring through me. I thought I was definitely heading for the washing basket at that point, but instead Lorna simply patted me against her pussy lips and made a satisfied noise. Just then the doorbell rang. She said the one word - "perfect!" - then jumped up and ran to the door.
The next few minutes were a bit of a blur if I'm honest! Lorna's visitor seemed very happy to see her and before very long they were in the bedroom together. I must say it was something of a first for me, as having taken her skirt off Lorna straddled him and spent what seemed like *ages* sitting on his face, slowly moving as he pressed his lips and nose into me as far as he could. Well, into Lorna, really, but I couldn't help but get caught up in the whole thing, could I? I've never performed cunnilingus before, I can certainly see the attractions! He was very enthusiastic, his tongue probing into that lovely intimate part of her body as far as possible. At one-point, Lorna changed her position a little, and the tip of his tongue went on a little voyage of discovery into another place that I think both of them found highly pleasurable! It wasn't easy to hear everything going on, but I do know Lorna came quite loudly as we tongued her.
After that they both stripped completely in seconds flat, dropping all their clothes on the floor beside the bed. Over the rapid rhythmic sounds of creaking woodwork, I just had time to exchange a few words with Lorna's bra, who told me that she had had the mauling of her life right from the start of the visit. At that point, Lorna reached over her lover, picked me up and d****d me over his head and face. I saw just what the bra meant - Lorna had straddled him again, but this time lower down, and his hands were full of her mature breasts as she rode him to orgasm. I could tell he wouldn't last long. I could feel him breathing deeply through me, then I heard him grunt as he started to shoot his load into her. She waited a moment as he came, then leaned down and french kissed him through me, pushing my perfumed cotton into his mouth with her tongue.
You might notice I've referred to Lorna as "Lorna" throughout. Well, I can't really call her "my owner" any more, as I went home with her visitor as an intimate souvenir of a special time together. Judging by what they said though, I think I'll have some more of Lorna's panties for company before too long!
Love and kisses,
Stay horny!
Lorna Blu xxx
... and thank you so much for your lovely compliments.
Instead of telling you about a day in my life, my panties will do the talking!
Life as a pair of Lorna's panties generally followed a pleasant routine of wear followed by wash (she *does* like to be beautifully turned out!) but there are unpredictable elements as well - you can never be sure whose hands are going to be pulling you down! Sometimes it gets more unpredictable still, and that is what I would like to tell you about today.
The first time I knew I had been selected for special treatment came a few days ago. I was in the underwear drawer, waiting my turn, when Lorna started looking through us. I wasn't quite sure what she was doing as it was a little earlier than usual, but she seemed quite pleased when she found me. I thought at first, she was meeting one of her special gentlemen, but it was just a normal sort of walking about day. I concentrated on fitting the curves of her buttocks nicely and trying not to slip into any of those crevices that the guys find so appealing, though riding up a little from time to time is almost impossible. By the end of the day I had picked up some gentle intimate aromas, but nothing that wouldn’t be taken care of by a regular wash.
The next day I was a little surprised when Lorna took me out of the basket and put me back on. Perhaps the washer had gone wrong? Lorna wore me all day again. The morning she spent mostly walking around in me but with a fair bit of time sitting down as well. Some was in the car (being pressed between the driving seat and those lovely bum cheeks is something I must confess I enjoy a little more than perhaps I should!)
I think she must have been feeling a little deprived of intimate company, if you know what I mean, because after lunch she went into her private room. I could hear the sound of her computer being turned on, and after a few mouse clicks I was surprised to find her right hand gently slipping inside my elastic. I don't know what she was watching, but her fingers were busy there for quite some time. I could hear her moaning slightly as she finished and felt some feminine scented moisture seeping into my gusset.
She must have enjoyed whatever she had been watching because she did it again just a little later, and then a third time not long after that! The third one I think was the most enjoyable of all! She lifted herself off the seat completely - nipping me in that delightful valley between her bottom cheeks as she did - and called out "Oh, yes, yes...fuck, yes!" as she did. There was a lot more liquid this time round, musky female juice soaking into me. I didn't go into the washing basket that night. Lorna put me to one side in a plastic bag, laying me out and patting me.
Day three. Lorna put me on this morning for a little while as she rode her bicycle. I think she must have been in a hurry to get somewhere because the ride made her perspire a little, her bum cheeks and thighs glowing with the exertion. I soaked it all up as a good pair of panties should. Whatever she was doing must have distracted her though, because when we got home she went to the toilet and forgot to pull me down first! She just settled on the seat and then I felt warm liquid pouring through me. I thought I was definitely heading for the washing basket at that point, but instead Lorna simply patted me against her pussy lips and made a satisfied noise. Just then the doorbell rang. She said the one word - "perfect!" - then jumped up and ran to the door.
The next few minutes were a bit of a blur if I'm honest! Lorna's visitor seemed very happy to see her and before very long they were in the bedroom together. I must say it was something of a first for me, as having taken her skirt off Lorna straddled him and spent what seemed like *ages* sitting on his face, slowly moving as he pressed his lips and nose into me as far as he could. Well, into Lorna, really, but I couldn't help but get caught up in the whole thing, could I? I've never performed cunnilingus before, I can certainly see the attractions! He was very enthusiastic, his tongue probing into that lovely intimate part of her body as far as possible. At one-point, Lorna changed her position a little, and the tip of his tongue went on a little voyage of discovery into another place that I think both of them found highly pleasurable! It wasn't easy to hear everything going on, but I do know Lorna came quite loudly as we tongued her.
After that they both stripped completely in seconds flat, dropping all their clothes on the floor beside the bed. Over the rapid rhythmic sounds of creaking woodwork, I just had time to exchange a few words with Lorna's bra, who told me that she had had the mauling of her life right from the start of the visit. At that point, Lorna reached over her lover, picked me up and d****d me over his head and face. I saw just what the bra meant - Lorna had straddled him again, but this time lower down, and his hands were full of her mature breasts as she rode him to orgasm. I could tell he wouldn't last long. I could feel him breathing deeply through me, then I heard him grunt as he started to shoot his load into her. She waited a moment as he came, then leaned down and french kissed him through me, pushing my perfumed cotton into his mouth with her tongue.
You might notice I've referred to Lorna as "Lorna" throughout. Well, I can't really call her "my owner" any more, as I went home with her visitor as an intimate souvenir of a special time together. Judging by what they said though, I think I'll have some more of Lorna's panties for company before too long!
Love and kisses,
Stay horny!
Lorna Blu xxx
5 years ago
