== Part 1 ==
"You'll have to excuse me while I take a snap of these." I say as I lift my foot up on the dashboard to take a quick pic between my legs.
"You could at least wait until we park up." Tony, my husband says, pulling the car into the layby.
"Where's the fun in that?" I laugh.
"You are really into this, aren't you?"
"Well, enough of them have asked for a pair so I s'pose this is the fairest way."
"By leaving them in a layby?"
"...for the men off Fab to find them. Like that Harry fella you were messaging last night." I say.
"Oh, yeah. Harry. He's from around here' isn't he?"
"Yeah. The panty pervert. Isn't that what he calls himself?"
Tony laughs. We look out through the windscreen at the bushes that surround the parking spot.
"What about that bit by the bin?" he asks.
I tut and pull my skirt up to hook the panties down over my knees.
"Not leaving these posh knickers next to a bin! They're Primark's finest!"
Tony squints out the side, past me, at a field and brushes the back of his index finger over the damp stain in the cotton gusset of knickers stretched between my knees.
"What about over there?" he nods as he inhales the smell on his fingers.
"In a field?"
"Well, just over the fence, just through the bushes?"
"Where? There's no holes."
"What about there?" Tony says, pointing at a gap around waist height.
"I dunno. Looks a bit tight." I say, pulling the knickers up and holding them in front of me for a photo of them dangling with the layby behind them in the shot.
"That should do." I say, pulling up Fab and sending the pic off to the moderators.
"What happens now?" Tony asks.
"We hide 'em"
"In the bushes?"
"Dunno. Suppose so. Come on we'll have a look."
Tony joins me by the hole in the bushes.
"That'll do. Perfect!" he says.
I place the knickers in the gap in the bushes.
"Hold it there..." Tony says. "Lift your skirt up for me."
"Like this?" I say, flashing my bare arse for my husband to take a photo of me beside the abandoned dirty knickers.
"Point at them for me..." he adds.
"Come and get them, you dirty perverts!" I call out, like they'll hear it on a photo.
"What have we got here!" a man's voice bellows from a few yards up the layby.
I whip my skirt down and look across to see who's caught us flashing... |
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