Last Wednesday was very hot and humid here. Dressing for the occasion (tank top and 'Daisy Dukes' shorts), I made a grocery run. While shopping I kept running into a very grubby but somewhat attractive female construction worker. She was wearing khaki pants, jean shirt and an orange vest.
I went to Libby, my favorite cashier there, because she always wants to check out my shorts as well as my groceries. She gave me a pat on my bum and a nod of approval for my 'attire'. I paid for my stuff then headed for the parking lot. When I finished loading my car, I noticed a pickup parked a couple stalls from me. The truck had small train wheels attached to it, making it capable of driving on train tracks. I walked over and started giving the truck my 'once over'.
I heard a soft wolf whistle behind me, accompanied by a female voice saying: "Hey hot stuff, I love your sexy little shorts". I turned around to see that it was the same construction worker from inside the store. I thanked her. She said: "With shorts that short, you can't be wearing boxers underneath. Exactly what do you wear under them?" I replied "Vanity Fair Lace Noveau". So she gave me a double thumbs up, exclaiming: "Me Too".
After that we had some panty talk. A brief conversation, no pun intended. Oops! actually pun was intended. Unfortunately our talk was cut short by a phone call that came from inside her truck. She had to leave and get back to the train tracks that were being updated about 1/2 mile away.
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I think a woman's pantied back side is the most beautiful thing in the whole world. Now if she'll just slap my face with it, I'll be her slave forever.
