>>1833076I’m stalling, I know that. But I really don’t want to do this! I manage to convince myself that I can’t remain in shirt and panties behind that tree forever. Let’s make it fast and painless. I pull down my underwear swiftly, but carefully (I don’t want to trip), and use my feet to take it off once it’s at my ankles. I immediately pick up my jeans and wear them frantically, taking another look around like a scared rabbit. The coast seems clear. I can’t help but let out a sigh of relief.
I pick up my panties from the ground. It’s just a piece of yellow cloth, why would anyone care so much about this to buy it in an underground store? I care about it because I need it. It feels weird going commando; a little bit nice, sure; but weird.
Checking the hole on my rear to come to terms to what I’ll be showing until I procure a new pair of pants or at least thread and needle, I do see a little meat from my behind poking out. Freaking super tight jeans.
“Here you go”, I say loudly coming out from behind the tree, extending my hand with my panties on it. I would really like to not be blushing, but I can’t help it right now. Who could, really?
“Not yet, we first have to take the photo.”
“Photo? What photo?”
“It’s cute you’re innocent. In the kind of establishment the guy who the friend of my friend works there are no innocent people involved, though. They can’t just hand them over some panties and expect money. They could be brand new for all the clients know. They need a picture of the girl who they belong too holding the very pair they’re being sold.”
