new panties must be tried on

You can't take your eyes off the redhead standing in the doorway, fingers hooked into the waistband of something barely there and ivory-white.

You feel the pull immediately — the way cotton clings to warm skin, the slight tug as fabric settles into place, that private moment of trying something new made suddenly very public for you.

You lean closer to the screen, aware of your own breath slowing down, studying the curve of a hip, the soft press of flesh against elastic, wanting nothing more than to slide those new panties right back off.