“Annie, well done for doing as you have been told, I’m pleased you are not going to cause a fuss now. I must say, that was an awful lot of panties you got rid off, I doubt you have much left do you? Your underwear does bore me, why do you wear such dull stuff when you are so sexy beneath it all, so before you go home, I think you need to get to the shops to buy some new stuff. Your choice, thongs, panties, anything you like, but make it more sexy, treat yourself. Oh, and matching bra, because I want to see your next picture in just that underwear.”
She reads it, horrified as she realises it means he must have been watching her, that he has clearly retrieved the bag from the bin. Just the thought of this man having all her panties, almost like a prize disgusts her and once more she wonders just why she actually did this, why she didn’t just throw a few things away and tell him that was it.
But she realises how true his words are, about her lack of panties now she has thrown so many out. Even in her shock she allows herself a small chuckle as she wonders if her husband will even notice if she did buy a host of new sexier underwear. And as she thinks about it, she realises she needs to buy something now or she won’t have anything left to wear come midweek.
She changes direction as she heads home, heading instead to the shopping centre, soon finding herself in the lingerie department. Even as she looks at the sexier items compared to what she would normally purchase she blushes, embarrassed even as she looks through the racks trying to decide what might look good on her, paranoid that people around her are looking at her, thinking she is too old for the items she is considering buying.
She finally finds herself with half a dozen sets and heads to the tills, sure she is bright red as the young shop assistant takes them from her hands and puts them into a bag for her. She pays and rushes out, wanting to get home before she is sure the whole world knows what she is up to.
Safely home she opens the bag, pulling out the items, again shocked at what she has brought, wondering how the hell she let herself do it. Laid out on the bed are a selection of lacy bra’s and panties in white, red and black and also a cami knicker set. You look at them all, thinking she will never wear them again once you have done what you need to do, but even so, she carefully holds them and puts them carefully into her drawer, except for one pair she leaves out, ready to put on for him.
Stripping off her clothes she quickly tries on the set left out, a lacy black matching set. She looks at herself in the mirror, realising she doesn’t look as bad as she thought, even smiling as she sees how good she really does look. The panties are high cut, showing her soft hips, and turning she sees them tight over her firm ass, outlining the shape of her cheeks so well.
The bra is equally as sexy and she giggles shyly as she sees her nipples are just visible through the soft material, and then she gasps as she realises the reason is because they are erect, and she doesn’t think it is because it’s cold.
The thought she is aroused disgusts her, but even so she quickly snaps a new picture, not wanting to look at it at all as she is sure it shows not only erect nipples but also a slight damp spot on her panties. But even so she soon has it attached to an email and sent on its way.
And finished she throws her robe over her body and sits and waits for the response she is sure she will soon receive.
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