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My face reddened as I saw what the bagger pulled out of my environmentally friendly reusable grocery bag that I also use for laundry and other things. She pulled out a pair of my underwear and stared at it for a moment. Then, with perfect professionalism, she put them back into the bag and started loading my groceries. I, on the other hand, looked away and couldn’t even meet her eyes when I thanked and tipped her.I know, I know, tipping is frowned upon at that grocery, but I felt I owed her something.Later that night, a replay of what happened kept running through my mind. A couple of stray thoughts disturbed me. What would I have done if she had surreptitiously slipped them into a pocket? Would I have felt flattered or violated? The other thought was what if they had been dirty ones? I do have to admit to checking as soon as I got out to my car and felt relieved that they were clean. But there was a small part of me that wondered how I would have felt if they were a used pair.I was once in a sports bar/restaurant in Alabama that was sort of like a Hooter’s with the loveliest servers I have ever seen. Posted up on the wall was a frame with some themed merchandise for sale. Most of them were the usual things, tee-shirts, mugs, posters pf some of the servers in some very sexy poses, but the one I still remember was a pair of panties. They had two prices $20.00 new and $50.00 used. I always wondered if they were serious, but never had the nerve to ask.It’s funny how some things come to mind as life goes on. I don’t think I’d thought about that pub in years, and this little embarrassing occurrence brought it to mind. In some ways, I wish it had been a few years later than it had been because I would have not only asked but would have done my absolute best to convince my server to not only give up the pair she was wearing but to do so in the privacy of my hotel room.She was the cutest young girl with the sexiest Southern accent, however; that was before I gave up on men completely. But that’s a different story, this story is about my undies, I guess.The next morning, I realized a couple of things. I slept horribly because images of my panties showing up in embarrassing places just kept running through my dreams. I rarely remember my dreams, but one part stuck with me. I was going through TSA to catch a flight and get tagged for a random search, no biggie, it happens. However, in this dream, the agent goes through my carry-on, it’s filled with nothing bahis şirketleri but dirty panties and she gives me such a look. I swear the odor came through my dreams, but it wasn’t completely a dream because I woke up with soaked panties and one hand clenched tightly between my thighs. I was also covered in sweat and breathing hard. Sleep was hard to come by after that.I was actually nervous about my next trip to the grocery. I know I did nothing wrong, but the scene kept running through my mind. It didn’t help that the bagger that day was a really cute young lady. I hadn’t given her much of a sexual thought because she had to be thirty years younger than myself. I purposefully didn’t get in the line I saw her servicing, but as luck would have it one of the baggers got called away and she ended up taking care of my groceries again.I was hoping against hope she wouldn’t remember me, but as she opened my reusable bags, I saw her check carefully for anything left behind. I thought it was my imagination, but I also thought she looked a little disappointed. She didn’t say a word, just did her job, again quite professionally. But the look on her face, the one I thought might have been disappointment, stayed with me for days. To make matters worse, I was in a bit of a dry spell between lovers and my masturbatory fantasies started including young, blond cute girls. Even the times I went out with friends, I found myself checking out the much younger girls, particularly the blond cute ones. I don’t know what I might have done if I spotted my bagger, but I only did in my dreams.Another week went by, and another grocery run. I didn’t see the bagger and part of me was grateful, the rest of me was disappointed. I had a large run to make because I was hosting a few friends over for dinner the next day. So instead of my usual three bags, I had a full shopping cart with my reusables and also several of the brown-paper types. I don’t do large orders often and I had forgotten one small detail.”Hi, can I help you load up?”Standing there by the exit was my bagger, Temple was on her nametag, only today, she was on loading duty. The store really specialized in personal service and there is always someone there to help anyone who might need a hand with the groceries. I’d seen them for years helping the elderly, even wrangling kids for a mom with a couple of full carts, but this was the first time I might have needed help in a long time.Some part of my brain sent a message bahis firmaları to politely thank her, but decline. Sure, I might be fifty, but I could handle seven or eight bags of groceries. However, that message went awry and my mouth formed a smile and I heard “Thank you, that would be nice.”She smiled back and as my knees and resolved both weakened, she took the handle of my cart and walked out with me.Now my mind was going a million miles a minute. The girl who had been living in my fantasies for weeks now was walking me out to my car. I could barely hold up my end of the conversation about the weather and weekend plans. I learned she was twenty and going back to Uni in the fall. Her family owned the grocery store and she worked there every summer. For my part, I did mention the dinner party when she noticed that I rarely bought so much.I think part of my brain froze when I realized she was paying attention to me and what I bought. She helped load everything in the back of my little Civic, and I thanked and tipped her. She shook my hand, and my imagination took off again, did she hold my hand longer than necessary? I couldn’t tell. I couldn’t not watch her briefly as she walked away with her tight little ass moving so sweetly.I was a wreck by the time I got home and unpacked the car. Putting my grocery haul away came to a complete and sudden end because tucked in the bottom of one of my recyclable bags was a pair of cute blue panties.They certainly weren’t mine, my fifty-year-old ass wasn’t in bad shape, but it certainly wasn’t going to fit in that tiny thing. I couldn’t help myself, I held them up to my nose and the aroma was enticing. I felt seconds away from orgasm when water from the slowly melting ice cream container sitting on my counter hit the hand that was keeping me upright and reminded me I was in the middle of a chore and couldn’t stop just yet.I finished putting everything away, especially the perishables, but for the life of me I knew I was in trouble because I doubt I put things away in the right places. Cooking tomorrow was going to be a huge task just trying to find everything I bought today. I did double-check and make sure the right things were in the fridge and freezer as appropriate. After that, I couldn’t help myself, I took my little gift into the bedroom for a little me time. I had just settled down when my phone rang. I almost ignored it because the number wasn’t familiar.”Hello!””I hope you got my little present?”My kaçak bahis siteleri mind flipped again, how … she continued, “Don’t be mad, I learned your last name from the cashier and used Google. You’ve been on my mind since the other week. I had to know if you left them in there on purpose.”I was somewhere between gibbering like an idiot and rational speech. I’m not sure how she managed to interpret whatever it was I said to mean it was accidental.”I hoped it wasn’t because I’ve done nothing but think of you ever since. When I saw you enter the store today, I went to the bathroom and… well, you can guess what I did from their condition. After that, I just made sure I would be the one to help you to your car. I know some of the male baggers prefer to help pretty ladies, but I got there first.”My mind went sideways again, she thought I was pretty.She continued while I mentally went off on a tangent. “I figured you would find them when you put your stuff away, I hope I guessed right. So, did you find them?”I swallowed more nervously than the day I lost my virginity. “Yes, I did!””I hope it didn’t bother you?”The adult in me screamed that I had to shut this down right now, but like my previous adult-type message, it never got near my mouth. “Not in the least!””Oh good! You have no idea how hard it was not to take yours and bringing them to my face. I have to know, were they clean?””Yes, they were.””Oh, too bad! I always hoped they were well -sed. That figured into my thoughts an awful lot lately. I kept kicking myself for not stuffing them into my pocket.”I blushed, something that doesn’t happen very often, “I would have been mortified!”Temple grinned, “And now knowing the — impact you had on me?”I had to laugh at that. “Well, at the time I would have been mortified! It would have been worse if you were a guy.””I am so glad to hear you say that. I guess you finished with the groceries, where are you?”I paused, “At home.””No, where in your home are you? I’m hoping my panties have been a bit inspiring.”I panicked slightly, remembering her age. “Where are you?””Still at work, taking a break and sitting in my car. You’re in your bedroom, aren’t you?””How do you know?””Because if I had snagged your panties the other day, that’s the first place I would have gone. As it was, I did anyway once I got off work. I wish I could see you in your bedroom. Maybe laying on the bed with my panties handy. They are handy, aren’t they?”She was irrepressible! I looked to my left and there were her cute little panties. A delicate blue thong. “Yes, they’re right here.””I knew it! OMG, I wish I were there with you right now. Do me a favor?”The conversation shift confused me a little. “I guess?”
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