I nodded my head.
“Answer me, Gabriella.” She whispered. “If you’re really ready, you need to say it. Out loud.”
“I’m ready.” I said.
“I’m not talking about orgasms. Or dating. Or sex. Or even romance.” She said. “I’m offering you something that is absolute and powerful. A sexual life beyond your fantasies. Beyond what you know.”
“Yes.” I said, even more sure with each word she spoke. “I want that. I need that.”
“Then we will begin.” She said. “Right now this morning. But two things first.”
“Okay.” I said, nodding my head.
I couldn’t believe that a half an hour ago I was returning a phone charger and hoping to spend ten minutes making small talk.
My hands were shaking, and my heart was thumping in my chest like I had just run ten miles. What was I getting into? What was I agreeing to?
“First,” she said, “take off your panties so we can trade.”
“What?” I asked softly.
“Do you want to take this step with me or not Gabriella?” she asked.
“Yes.” I said. “I do.”
“Then commit to it. Not just with words. Commit to what we’re going to do together with all of yourself.” She said. “Are you aroused right now? Are you wet?”
How did she know?
“I am.” I admitted, my voice trembling
“Then commit that arousal to me. It’s mine. Take off your panties and give them to me.” She told me.
I stood up, embarrassed and unsure, feeling her eyes upon me.
I unbuttoned my pants, and kicked my shoes off, before pushing my pants down over my hips, and then sliding them down my thighs.
She reached out and touched my hip, her fingers sliding along my lacy pink panties.
“Those are sexy and sort of slutty.” She said. “Are you dressed for work already Gabriella?”
“Yes I am.” I said, my voice shaking.
“You dressed early because you were hoping to spend some time with me?” she asked.
“Yes.” I said softly. “I was.”
“Do you always wear such slutty panties, Gabriella?” she asked.
“Sometimes.” I admitted, stepping out of my pants. “I like the way it feels to dress like that. Even if it’s under my clothes where no one can see.”
“Take them off.” She said.
I hooked my thumbs in them and slid them off, and then I stood in front of her, still wearing my t-shirt, but nude from the waist down.
She stood up and pushed her yoga pants down, taking her panties along with them, and stepped out of them.
We were both standing facing each other on her back porch, both of us wearing our shirts, but naked from the waist down.
“Give me your panties.” She said.
I held them out to her, and she took them, bringing them to her face.
She inhaled softly, and then quickly held my panties in front of her and stepped into them.
“You smell delicious.” She said. “And I can feel how wet you are.”
My body felt like it was vibrating all over, and I had never felt the way I did at that moment.
“Pick up my panties and put them on.” She told me.
She had laid her pants on the loveseat, and I reached over and picked them up, pulling her panties out of them before holding them in front of me and stepping into them. As I pulled them up, I realized that they were as wet as mine had been.