Chapter 8

To: Maq

From: Jill Lane

Date: Friday

Subject: You have a gift on the way

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Maq:

Here's what I did this morning. I got out of bed and lay a brand new pair of panties out. I thought about which ones to use. Silky is sexy, but I think cotton will retain my moisture and scent a little longer. So, that's what you'll get. You can check them out in the attached picture.

I showered and put on the panties. I lay back on my bed and conjured up thoughts of you and me and sex. I thought about what you said about taking your time, the first time you get to enjoy my body. I trailed my fingers lightly over my breasts. I raised my knees and spread my legs and lightly touched the insides of my thighs.

I pulled up the picture of your cock on my lap-top. I imagined lying on a bed with you straddling my body, pumping your cock as I watch. I imagined you moving closer to me so that, finally, the tip of your cock just reached my lips as you stroked yourself.

I was getting wet. I knew it because I felt it with a finger. I didn't leave a hand in my panties because I wanted the first picture to be real. To be a picture of the panties, naturally wet. Like they'll get some day when I see you in person.

I kept thinking of you and the things we've said to each other. I imagined you between my thighs, the tip of your cock just inside my pussy while you stroke it. I imagined my cousin Lacey naked in bed with us. I imagined her straddling my face and slowly lowering her pussy to my mouth. I imagined how it would feel against me as she leaned forward to kiss you.

She and I never did this kind of thing in real life, but now that you and I have talked, I imagined her leaning forward and my hands spreading her ass so I could touch her there.

I moved a little in bed and could feel that my panties were sticking to me. I pulled them tight and then looked in the mirror at them. I could see the wet spot and I took the first picture.

(Maq says: I looked at the first picture she sent. It is her on her back, legs spread, face tactfully hidden. She is holding her ankles and her legs are raised high, her knees pulled back toward her breasts. Her panties are sexy bikini style cut high at the hips. The panel stretches across her mound and there is a dark wet spot about the size of a silver dollar.)

I kept imagining the three of us together. I tasted myself off my finger to see what you will be tasting tomorrow. I imagined what it would smell like for you and me and Lacey to be horny together. I masturbated through my panties until I came. See the second picture.

(Maq says: In the second picture, Jill is pressing her panties into the slit of her pussy. Her hips are off raised off the bed. It looks like she's trying to push the panties all the way inside.)

They are coming Federal Express. Please enjoy. I have a favor to ask. When you jack-off, come in a hand kerchief and express mail it back to me. I enclosed a reply coupon with your package. Zip lock please. Smile.

I have an idea I want to talk to you about. I'll be gone tonight and tomorrow. Please, let's do a chat on Sunday.

You should know that I put a pad in my panties today because I know that I will be wet thinking about you smelling and tasting me.

Jill

Maq continues:

I have never sought worn panties from the dirty clothes bin to sniff. Even at the height of adolescent horniness I could never see the attraction of ordering a set of soiled panties as offered in the back of magazines of dubious literary quality. And yet, here I was on a Saturday, logging on to Federal Express's web site to track a pair of panties making their way from Los Angeles to Atlanta, making a u-turn and heading back half-way across the country to me.

I needed to get to the store to buy a clean handkerchief, but did not want to leave the slightest possible chance of not being there when the package arrived.

Finally, the familiar truck pulled up and the guy made his way to my door holding a fat envelope.

Inside was a folded up return envelope all ready to be shipped back to JML Production Co. There was also another sturdy envelope with a hand written note on it saying: "To be opened only by me." It was signed by Jill. I felt the same giddiness I used to feel looking at the shapes and curves of what the love-of-my-life girlfriend wrote in my high school annual.

Praise be, there was a Ziploc bag holding a crisp new handkerchief with a post note attached on which she'd written, "Please use this appropriately and return to sender. Just put them in the envelope with my keep private note." I wouldn't have to go to the store.

And then there was the other envelope, softly cushioned by its contents. I opened it and there they were, protected in a Ziploc bag. Her panties. The same I'd seen in the photograph earlier. They were folded in a white square.

I took them, and my new handkerchief, to where I could sit in a comfortable chair and I stripped. I was rock hard.

I pondered the moment. Would their scent last longer if I allowed myself only small and occasional whiffs? I decided that like a really fine wine it would be a mistake to try to keep them too long. I would consume their fragrance as if the supply was unlimited. When gone it would be gone. Or perhaps, I could talk her out of another pair.

I had the pictures of Jill in front of me as I stroked my cock. I savored the cushiony feel of the panties in side their plastic protection as I stroked and thought of her and looked at her pictures and remembered the conversations we'd had.

Finally, I opened the Ziploc, removed the soft cotton panties and held them to my nose.

The scent was fresh and sexual, the musky spice of an aroused female. Incredibly, I could feel that they were still damp. I tasted her sex, savoring the flavor of her and imagining with wonder that from the things she'd said, I just might someday be able to feel and taste her for real.

I came in very short order, spending myself into the handkerchief she'd sent. I folded it into itself, sealed it in the Ziploc and then her privacy envelope and then in the Federal Express return envelope. I called FedEx and the driver returned. My return compliment was on its way before noon, set for Sunday delivery.

Sunday afternoon:

To: Maq

From: Jill Lane

Re: Your gift

Dear Maq-

I enjoyed your sex scent. I tasted you. I came with you on my tongue.

Jill

Maq says: We chatted that afternoon. She paged me first:

"Maq. You there. I hope you enjoyed me on my panties as much as I enjoyed you on your hankie."

"Yes. Twice so far."

"Twice! And you keep saying you're an old man."

"Kill me now. I'm happy."

"You better not leave me yet. We have things to do. I know I should feel bad about how perverted it was to do that, but if it is, then I'm a pervert and happy to be one."

"I enjoyed. If that's perversion, so be it."

"Just let me know when you need me to send you a new pair."

"Laughing. I wonder if FedEx has drug sniffing dogs."

"Shut up!"

"Laugh. So, you said you had something you wanted to chat about?"

"Yes. But not yet. Maybe tomorrow."

"Okay."

There was a pause here and I (Maq) finally continued:

"Uh oh, have we said it all? Are we being quiet?"

"This is companionable silence."

"Ahh."

"I only have a little while and it is crowded here. I have to leave in a little while."

"I understand. I miss you already."

"Will you do me a favor?"

"Are you kidding? You sent me a pair of panties still damp from you. Who do you need me to kill?"

"Ha. A couple of directors, several producers, and my agent."

"Consider it done."

"Really. . . write me another email. Tell me about a

wild time you had with Marie and Lori. I want details."

"Okay. I'll exchange it for an email from you. Tell me about the first time, the best time, and the last time you were with your cousin. And, tell me one of your nasty fantasies. I want details."

"I'll try."

"Okay, me too."

"I really have to go to LAX. Talk to you later. Okay?"

"Okay, bye."

The log of a recent chat with Jill:

"Maq, go ahead and post our story up to the day I sent you the panties. I want to hold off on the rest until I read the responses."

"Okay. I'll copy all responses and send them to you."

"Tell everybody I'll respond through you if they send me email care of you."

"It's a deal."

And so, here it is. There's more to come some day if responses are good enough for Jill.