Panties | Yes, We Show Them Off

I got into a bit of a fun conversation the other night with a male friend about the whole Panty Strategy again. He said he was a little surprised to learn that there was an actual plan behind our knickers - other than when it was a necessary thing (black panties, white pants!)

Day 11 - A Peek At My Panties

I was having a very good time teasing him over the idea that sometimes we will knowingly give you guys the opportunity for a peek at our underwear. Of course, the bra seems to be far too obvious - most young girls now believe it is the actual top and not the foundation of a nice rack. But never mind that …

So, as I was having a fun little time, the guy who gets to see my panties anytime he wants (he just needs to ask a little bit more frequently) tells me that I was dishing far too much “secret girl knowledge.”

It spoils the illusion, he says.

“Ha!” I say … because I know that most guys can’t resist the temptation to look when you see a hint of panty, even for a millisecond, if the opportunity is there.

So, I told them both there have been times … and still times … when I am well aware that guys will see tomorrow’s laundry. Some of the skirts that I seem to have acquired (thanks to my fashion-forward husband who thinks the mother of his children can pull off the pole-dancer look) are simply just too risqué for the occasional panty peek to not happen. This isn’t a work-related style, but definitely night club.

There are the times when, while wearing a skirt, we can position ourselves in such a way that it becomes a delightful game to see if a guy can hold his look above our shoulders. Seriously, do you think Sharon Stone invented that move?

With the right amount of alcohol-fuelled bravery, it’s nothing I haven’t done before. A few years back, when I was out with a couple of my friends, we were sitting in a pretty low-key lounge near a group of guys. I was wearing one of my favourite skirts and a pair of boots - and a pair of intentionally chosen panties. A little shuffle on the seat, the occasional “accidental” separation of my knees … yeah … we soon weren’t paying for the drinks.

My hubby still loves that story … maybe some day I’ll tell you the whole bit.

And that little flash from behind when I bend down and the waistband above my butt gets pulled down enough for you to catch a glimpse of my Victoria Secrets micro-fibre bikinis? Something my Office Guys try to hide from me noticing …

You think I don’t know? I’d turn sideways from you if I was wearing my sensible cotton Hanes that day.

Andee

xoxo