She shakes her head, her sleek hair moving like a waterfall over her shoulder. I can’t resist brushing the strands back. Yeah, silky soft.
I watch her throat work as she swallows.
“Yeah, I’ve got to give my panties to a guy.”
My eyes meet hers. My dick jerks against my jeans, and I can’t help but smile.
“I’ll take your panties, sweetheart, but how will they know the dare’s been done? I doubt you’re going to take them off right here for others to see.”
I glance around and then back to her.
Her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink. Embarrassed now? She was brave enough to come up to a stranger and ask for a favor that involves her panties.
“You have to bring them to the group,” she adds.
I slide my thumb back and forth over her waist.
“That’s it?”
She nods. “That’s it.”
I give her a grin. “So you’ll go to the ladies’ room to take them off…or am I supposed to help you out of them?”
I wouldn’t mind helping her out of them. Fuck, yeah.
She bites her lip, lowers her gaze, and then lifts her chin. “I already took them off.”
Holy. Shit.
My mouth opens slightly and I reach out and set my beer on the bar, not taking my eyes off her. I pull her in close so I can whisper in her ear. I’m a big guy so even when I’m leaning against the stool, we’re at eye level.
“You’re not wearing any panties right now?” I whisper.
My dick is completely hard and I shift on the stool to get more comfortable.
She shakes her head and whispers back, “No.”
Fuck me.
I pull back, meet her eyes. Her irises are almost all black. Her cheeks are flushed. She licks her lips.
“You drunk?” I ask.
I’m not doing this with a woman who’s trashed. What she’s asking might be a silly bachelorette party game, but when panties are involved, I like consent every step of the way. No matter what a trashed woman says, there isn’t any consent, in my mind.
She shakes her head. “One glass of wine. I have to work tomorrow.”
Good.
“So tell me, Sober Sadie. Wouldn’t it be a shame to give me your panties and not get anything out of it?”
A little frown forms on her brow. “Oh?”
“You might as well get an orgasm. Right? I mean, you’re not wearing any panties. I can just lift that skirt and sink my fingers into your pussy. I bet you’re wet, aren’t you?”
She hasn’t slapped me yet, so I keep on going. I could get into this. My burger is getting cold, but the woman before me is getting hot. I can feel her warmth against my palm. See it with my eyes. If the place weren’t potently scented with beer and greasy fries, I could probably even pick up the aroma of her heady arousal.
“Oh my God.”