Page 46 of Life To My Flight

“Try it on and find out,” he taunted.

“I don’t have any panties,” I tried again.

He went to his closet, pulled out an army green sack, and dug down to the very bottom, his whole arm disappearing inside.

His hand reappeared again, clutching something black lace.

I looked at them suspiciously. “Are those my panties?”

I’d been missing that particular pair for nearly a year now.

“Yep,” he agreed before tossing them to me.

I caught them with a clench of my fist and held them up for inspection. “They smell clean. They’re washed...right?” I asked.

He nodded. “I washed them when I put them away. They got some sand in them,” he explained.

“Sand?” I asked, confused.

He nodded. “They went across the world with me. They were in my pocket for nearly a year.”

My mouth dropped open. “What?”

It came out sounding quite shrill, but what the fuck?

He cracked a smile. “Gave me good luck.”

I rolled my eyes and stood from the bed, disentangling my feet from the sheet as I walked to the bathroom with the pile of clothes.

“I’ll need my bra,” I informed him as I walked into the bathroom.

Finishing my business and using my finger to brush my teeth, I inspected his bathroom in awe.

The whole thing was white.

White walls. White ceiling. White floor. White frosted glass covering a walk in shower. It looked awesome; similar to my kitchen, as a matter of fact…only ten times better.

“Here,” Cleo rumbled from behind me.

I bent down in front of him, giving him a good show as I slipped my feet into the thong, followed shortly by the shorts.

I was right. They barely covered my cooch.

“This is a bad idea,” I said as I turned and held out my hand for the bra dangling from his fingers.

Instead of handing it to me, he walked behind me, looped the bra around my belly, and hooked it in the back.

The thin nylon of his shorts was doing a piss poor job at keeping his dick confined, but I wasn’t complaining.

My bra was one of those supportive, sports bra ones.

Last night was supposed to have been just a quick drink with friends.

If I’d known I was going to get fucked, thoroughly, I would’ve worn my good lingerie.

Once the bra was clipped, he raised it up until it was resting underneath my breasts.

He accidentally grazed my nipples with his hands as he pulled the cups up over my boobs, and I barely stifled a groan.

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