Panty Tales

By Stephanie Beck

 Underoos. Skivvies. Panties.

I didn’t realize underwear didn’t have to come in plastic bags hanging on a Wal Mart wall until I was nearly eighteen. Up until then, all of my underwear came in the packs of seven or eight bought at the beginning of the school year and meant to last until the next round of school shopping. Sure, there were more options in the stores, but we never bothered to look at them, let alone buy them. My mom wasn’t big into spending on fancy undergarments. Bras were white and if those packs of underwear had a few pairs with flowers on them, well that was kind of cute-right?

My first pair of special, not from the Hanes Her Way collection panties came from Victoria Secret. Two of my friends insisted I go with them one afternoon when we were at the mall looking for shirts. Spending money on underwear hadn’t really crossed my mind at that point. Why in the world would I pay nearly five dollars for a pair of underwear when I had a drawer full of perfectly good granny panties?  I succumbed to peer pressure and spent twenty dollars at the store on garments that would be hidden under my clothes at nearly all times. At the time I didn’t think it was a great investment.

Then I started wearing them. I didn’t buy anything too risqué, just a few pair of bikini-style panties. I hadn’t thought much of the colors or design, but by comparison, my old ones were plain and boring. Before long, my plain jane undies had been pushed to the back of the drawer, replaced by several new pair of panties in bright purple, green, yellow, even tiger stripes. I bought silk ones and even tried a few in lace.

I soon learned that a girl could spend a whole lot of babysitting money on underwear, but as that girl, well, I was one happy camper.

In Panties Optional, Maggie Chase chooses to leave her panties at home in anticipation of a wild night of sex and debauchery after signing on to Madam Eve’s 1 NightStand dating service. Her date, Sam, doesn’t mind the decision at all and the lack of obstacles help things turn hot and heavy very quickly.

Now, for me, I don’t know if I’d go the commando route. I’m more of a satin and lace kind of girl when it comes to planned seduction. Or, in the event of not-so-planned seductions, cotton covered in Care Bears seems to serve me well. What about you? What’s your favorite in your undies-arsenal?