A TRUE PANTY TALE

A TRUE PANTY TALE

my beloved mate for life,
chuck,
always worked swing shift...
this was nice for me,
because i could get
all my daily household chores done,
then fix his coffee
and he would rise for the day...
we always did the shopping,
not the grocery shopping
the other household shopping
clothes and tools,
home care goods,
and such,
together...

on one such trip
i was in need of bras and panties,
panties were easy,
any good retail ladies wear store
would have panties that suited,
but bras, due to my need for
36 DDD cup size
often required
some serious searching,
which led,
on the particular trip in question,
to a visit to I Magins,
quite high end,
rather expensive,
but good quality...
the problem for our trip was...
panty sales,
the center isle
of the ladies undergarment section
had five bins
filled with lovely lacy panties on sale...

chuck,
quite calmly,
made it past the first two bins,
hesitated at the third,
studied the fourth with great care,
then
after looking all around with deep concern,
carefully approached the fifth,
a bin,
full of frothy lace thong and bikini panties
in all the colors you could imagine,
stopping beside this bin,
he looked all around,
then shouted HALLELUJAH!!!
and
buried his face in the panty bin,
like a "slobbering idiot"...
according to the sales clerk
and the store detective,
who escorted us from I MAGNINS
in an angry huff,
our laughing so hard
we nearly wet ourselves
was not the "proper" behavior
for any customer of their "oh so fine" store
and would we,
never,
NEVER,
EVER!!!
darken their space again...

© 2015 jeannemarie coulter

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jacob erin-cilberto

ha ha ha...so fun...reminds me of Pretty Woman when she went back to that store and said "remember me? i was here yesterday and you wouldn't serve me? Big Mistake, Big Mistake"