The Seduction of crotchless panties.

As the best day of the year approaches, Valentines day, I prepared for my day with an excitement of two virgins exploring each other. The days leading up to Valentine’s Day to be a little more specific. For approximately 2 weeks, men in the know, in the game take advantage of these days to truly appreciate the freethinking ability to walk into a lingerie store, comfortably and appreciate the garments intentioned for seductive purposes.

As I entered my first store, I was immediately drawn to a silky white crotchless panty, on such beautiful lace of flowers. As I run my hands over the first set of tantra crotchless panties I close my eyes meditatively and quickly grasps one of the techniques of the book of secrets and become one with idea and mate in a single instant as she stands against my penthouse window. Wearing a white robe, slightly undone revealing a hint of her red surprise. She caught me off guard and she knows it, playing with me, as I am oblivious to her tantric tactics.

I am curious about the color as I stretch my eyes for clarity, red yet what type of red as I beckon her closer with my approval. As I open the robe, I see cherry and its laced in satin, such soft tender satin, as I consider the feast and festivities. The fit it as snug as a bug in a rug, and creating the ultimate test for man. Patience, the art of the game in tune with the art of the seductive crotchless panty, two virgins exploring a new moment for the first time, curiously gazing, feeling, wandering, excited.

Excuse me.

Yes.

Can I help you?

Excuse me.

Can I help you with your panties?

Excuse me,

Your panties, excuse me, these panties?

Yes, um why yes you can.

Would you like to buy these?

I do but I can’t.

Why not?

I never buy anything I have never seen worn.

Really and I guess you want me to put this on for you.

Yes that would be delightful.

Okay then I will.

Oh how I love Valentines Day, the cu de tah of opportunities to flirt with women in the most amazing of shops to shop. I see that I am not alone; there are a few other men of men, tempting their manhood with big smiles on their faces. One wearing shades, the other under cloak and dagger, and him well everyone knows he is shopping for himself. Such a glorious time of the year.

Excuse me.

Yes.

I am still waiting.

Why don’t more people take the train?

If you ride the train at some point, you will have to wait for the train. I don’t think it is so much the waiting that bothers anybody, in fact I would say most people are okay with waiting for the train, as there is absolutely nothing you can do but wait and if you are a guy, pray for a heavy gust of wind.

I admit it. Not afraid to admit it and wonder if women sometimes wish it would happen to them or even plan for it to happen. Everyone can recall one starlet that owns’ the pose. It was my first trip out and about, going to visit my brother in college. Yes, I know its somewhat cliché yet I was taking the train from Lancaster to Providence. That’s where the cliché ends as I wasn’t a virgin, sexually, yet one to leaving the state and traveling by myself. I was excited as I entered the train. Didn’t look back and told my parents to drop me at the door. Yeah I was cool, I woke up late, which created a chain of events that had me jumping out the car, screaming hold that train.

I settled in for my trip, not exactly sure the ride time, 12-14 hours no biggie. I had magazines, a book, my walkman (there had to be a beginning for the ipod), and I was still tired so I figured I would sleep. I closed my eyes and was out a couple of hours, woke up confused, and fussy. Looked out of the window to view the scenery, nothing special as I closed the window blinds to observe my immediate surroundings.

Higher, higher, reach a little higher as the uniformed girl puts her books in the compartment above, and settles in to her seat but not before she reveals her white panties. She had to be the same age as I, catholic of course. By the way she was jostling around, un-hesitantly opening her legs wide revealing, her tanga styled underwear, basic colored panty. I assume it was cotton yet never really investigated women’s underwear for fabric choice. She looked to be five (5) foot six (6) inches in height, 108 lbs, athletic in tone and legs. She was sexy, and a joy to fixate on. She squirmed and jostled, as we looked at each other and quickly away. She stood up a few times to reveal herself from all sides, or at least that is what I thought. It took me a minute to realize she was preparing to get off at the upcoming station; my little muse was exiting the train.

We pulled into the station where she jumped up from her seat and began to leave. She looked back and smiled, a devilish smirk knowing that she made my day. I watched her as she greeted her friends, they were so happy that they collided together dropping their books. One butt, two butt, three butt, four you are the greatest God in this world to show me four little white butts in a single stroke. God has to be a man, to blow a gust of wind so strong to reveal to me 4 oyster pearls all dressed in white.

Patiently I waited, as the passengers entered. A little lighter and eager for the next stop, Providence.

2020 – February 4…Log Book

Startrek advancements have made getting a fruit roll-up a wonder, an enjoyment, and the best damn experience ever. I was searching for that particular grape flavor, not quite a jolly rancher grape taste, more of a Welch’s grape flavor yet chewable. For whatever reason, I wanted that particular taste and voila a machine appeared. Holodex, Wholodex, Whateverdex brought me Luna.

Luna was a sexy little broad, black boots, overcoat, cat like look and smile. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Her confident walk, straight, consistent, focused and mechanical yet her eyes gazed as if she was floating around in her head. Can I get you a drink, she asks. If you like, I replied. She returns with a yuengling black and tan, while replying, I heard it goes well with grape. She turns away, whisking her jacket hurriedly and disappears.

It’s a mellow mood style vibe, a thievery corporation sound oozing from the walls. She is just dancing in her own little world. She is both the environment and the energy flowing, there is no fighting her power, resist not. Mentally my mind began to dance, intoxicated in the moment, open to the opportunity. Her twirls became closer and closer to me. And in one well-practiced move, she removed her jacket and placed it upon me. By the time I realized what had happened she was standing in front of me topless wearing dark purple underwear that she began to rip off and eat.

She gyrated to the left and right on beat to the music, each time she was ripping a piece of her underwear off and eating it. I was confused and called her with my curiosity of mind and body. The smell was sweet and familiar and I couldn’t quite place the scent with my nose. I rubbed my cheek onto her bottom cheek and tasted her panties with my tongue. I couldn’t believe my taste buds. She was wearing what I have been craving, a grape fruit roll up flavored edible underwear. It was a stroke of genius and happenstance that I fulfilled my request in such a magical, dynamic way.

She danced and twirled, bopped to the left and right, all the while feeding me bits and pieces of her edible panties. I worked my way from one side to the other, eating feverishly for both my appetite and visual reward. The edible dance lasted for approximately 15 minutes and by the time I finished I was so parched that when I saw my beer, I grabbed my half full glass and downed it one swoop. And you know what, it did go well with the grape flavored panties worn by Luna.