Panty Free

This felt erotic when it happened, although reading about it may seem less so. Here it is anyway!

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She'd felt like she was in prison for so long

that it seemed perfectly natural to release

the chains her garments placed on her body

Squeezing water from wet hipster panties

and flinging them at the pond's shore in the moonlight

Pulling the oversized tee over her head and throwing it

as far as she could, toward sniffing dogs and the water

rippling against the bank as she swam in place

She turned a crooked flip, came up facing the wrong direction

she told everyone not to look but didn't care what they saw

This was her chance at freedom

one night when she wasn't bound

and didn't care who saw her flesh peek

delicately above the surface of the water

When her time was up, she reclaimed the shirt

But the panties nowhere in sight

left her to wander the bank, searching

knowing it was better she find them

than the dogs bring them to her mom's doorstep in the morning

And there they were, finally, a wad of blue and green

She squeezed the water from them and dripped her way to the car

Her last bit of freedom was the feel of driving home without them

Rough blue jean fabric pressing hard against her cold, damp skin

When she pulled into her driveway at 2AM

Home again at her prison