She walked over to me after she got home. She says she has a present for me. Somewhere on her body. Then puts her arms up. I can’t see anything under her form-fitting-but-flowy dress. So i start at her shoulders and slowly run my hands down to her ankles. Feeling every curve on the way to this mysterious prize. Feeling her body under the thin fabric. And then moved back up the insides of first her calves, then her thighs.
Held between them was a wadded-up pair of soft, cotton, polka-dot panties. She let them fall into my hands and said, “Those are for you to use later… in case I’m not around, and you need somewhere to…”. She trailed off.
Then turned around, flipped up her dress to reveal her now-bare buns, giggled, and scampered away.
