Women’s Underwear – The Life of a Very Unlucky Pair of Panties
There was once a pair of women’s underwear that did not have a very good time of it, not by a long shot. You might be surprised to hear a story about a pair of women’s underwear, but have you ever thought about the things that we put our clothing and belongings through? You might treat your clothing better after this tale.
This particular pair of women’s underwear was new, just freshly pulled out of the plastic container they were sold in when they were put on. From that first moment, the panties were dangerously close to ripping from end to end. The lady in question had selected the wrong size and style of women’s underwear for her body type and not caring at all, she had worn them anyway. She got a phone call from someone unexpected and nearly spilled hot coffee on herself, but for the luck of the women’s underwear, only got her bare thigh instead. She drove, distracted and recklessly to the person who had called her, a man she had always had feelings for but never really had a chance with.
An hour later, this pair of women’s underwear was casually tossed to the floor, intermingled with clothing from the woman and the man who had called her. An hour after that, when the woman, frazzled and still distracted picked up her other clothing, she left these poor panties behind. The man, equally frazzled and distracted, stuffed this pair of women’s underwear in his jacket pocket and went home.
The man’s wife angrily stomps into the room, waving a pair of women’s underwear that she knows is not her own and asking an ongoing rush of questions that she is not interested in having answered. Still fuming, she hurls the panties in the man’s stunned but utterly guilty face and then demands that he leave, right that very second. He is not sure why he did it, but he stuffs that pair of women’s underwear back into his pocket and leaves, driving his car with no real idea of where he is heading. The car makes a noise and suddenly, without further warning, it chugs to a complete stop. He opens the hood and sees that a belt has broken. He had left without his cell phone or even his wallet and there was nothing for miles in any direction. Remembering something he had watched with his wife, he reached in his pocket, pulled out the women’s underwear, tore them open and then fashioned a makeshift belt out of them. The car smoking and clanging, he makes it back to the edge of town, pulling to a stop and walking the rest of the way to a local garage.
When the mechanic opens the hood of the car, they find the charred, partially melted and ripped apart pair of women’s underwear. The lace trim is completely gone and for the most part, they are not even recognizable as panties at all. They started off, just another pair of underwear in a plastic display container, nothing special. When they ended the day, they were something that could be considered as life saving and life changing.
