Favorite panties

These are some of my favorite panties. They are simple and cotton and cute. And I like how my ass looks in them. I don’t have any particular memories of them (although I’m sure they have been peeled off of me during a variety of sexy moments.) I just know I like them a lot.

Sad thing is, they need to be put out to pasture. See, they still look cute and colorful but too many washings has degraded the elastic. That coupled with a bit of weight loss means that they just don’t stay up anymore. They slide off my hips easily when I stand and move around.

Today, walking across campus with a student, I felt them sliding. I am wearing a dress today. As we made our way to the library I try to tug at them inconspicuously without pulling my dress up over my hips. I clench my knees together and take smaller steps hoping that I don’t become a living Art Frahm pinup (there are worse things to become, but I didn’t even have any celery!)

When we arrived at the library I excused myself to the bathroom to remove the runaway panties, and stashed them in my purse. What a pity to be gallivanting around the library panty-less and in a sun dress with no elicit purposes and no one to blame other than the man who ensured the manufactured obsolescence of the elastic.

So, raise a pint (or pour a drop, whatever your style is) for my cotton panties with the little pink flowers. They will be immortalized here on this Half Nekkid Thursday, but my ass just won’t be the same without them.