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As I walked, I felt my bottom bounce in my panties. I slowed down a little, my mind being distracted from my goal to return.
Something had been bothering me. As much as I’m a modest girl, there was something on my mind, it was about my panties.
Now I wear what I think are pretty basic panties. No skimpy thong type deal. Yet, I never realized how little they feel they cover.
Now I’m sure I was covered fine, but being without the rest of my clothes really seemed to highlight how close my total nudity was.
It was like my bottom was ready to slip out. That my cheeks would hang over the top of them. I tried looking behind me, getting a good look, but it was no use.
Then there was my… well that place between my legs. Now normally I never think about how that area looks, but right now I felt it was totally on view. With my focus to heightened, I couldn’t help but think of the leg holes of my panties. The way they pull tightly on my body, framing my legs and what’s between them. They made a little barrier where I knew everything between those ends were a tightly covered area, one that was quite naughty.
Every little bit of fiber in the panties seemed to touch my body. They’d shift, or tighten, or loosen. They’d tickle and touch. I knew exactly where my lips were, and how they might possibly be outlined by the cotton on them if you looked closely enough.
It was insane. This last piece of cover, was starting to not feel like cover. They were naughty and showed me off a lot too. I could feel my naked body under them, and I was aware of all my naked body, even though I still had my panties on. It made me feel more exposed out there, out there in the open.
I shook my head, I told myself I had to keep going.
