Exchanging underwear before lunch

"Sounds like you've got a good group of people to be involved with," Rashida said.

Hank said, "The best. When you're ready you'll likely meet most of them. Even if your speed might be one or two special people."

Rashida smiled. "Sounds fun," she said. "I'm in the mood for something else right now."

Hank looked at his partner for today's surprise date, an occasion that had unfolded from Rashida's curiosity about the husband of her husband Jordan's workplace lover Veevee, the white lady who had played matchmaker for Rashida and Jordan while Veevee was working for Jordan's business. Her brown eyes sparkled behind her big round glasses and her skin gleamed in the bright summer sun. There was a little breeze off the water, but it was still very warm.

"You want to take me to your office and show me your big honkin' spreadsheets on anal-lyzing the bottom line?" Hank joked.

Rashida slapped his forearm lightly, her gold hoop bracelets glittering in the sunlight. "That was bad, Hank," she said. She grinned. "There was one man in my finance classes who used to be like that." She shook her head, still smiling. "No, it's hot out here, and I wanted to get out of the sun. But just for that, we'll have one little detour first. What's your waist size?"

Hank blinked and told her.

"Perfect!" Rashida said. "Follow me."

Rashida led them back off the walkway and into the Aquarium. The cool shade was immediate relief from the hot summer day. There were visitors around, but midday at midweek was a fairly quiet time. At the far end of the lobby were a set of restrooms marked MEN, WOMEN, and FAMILY RESTROOM.

Rashida said, "Go in the FAMILY one and leave the door unlocked, I'll be right in."

Hank nodded. Rashida walked toward the drinking fountain as he headed to the room.

It was the usual thing these days, a sink and toilet set up for handicapped use, a changing table, some extra seating space, and plenty of room to turn a wheelchair around. Plain, bland, and easy to clean. The wet wipes were a nice touch.

Rashida slipped in and locked the door. "Here's your pun-ishment, Hank," she said. "We have the same waist size. So before we go to the café, we're going to switch undies."

"I'll accept that punishment," Hank said. "Might be a little tight on you."

"Oh? Show me?"

Hank unclipped his trousers and lowered them to his knees. His underwear were a dark blue silky synthetic knit with a tailored pouch up front to show off his sizeable package. They were a showier style than his usual, but coming straight from an interrupted cruise with his and Veevee's swinging friends, sexy underwear was all he'd packed. A tiny damp circle marked the evidence of his excitement from the groping, kissing, talking and teasing that had started their surprise date.

Rashida reached out and tugged at Hank's waistband, feeling the fabric between her finger and thumb. "These'll be fine, perfect," she said with a grin. She slid her thumb across the well-filled front pouch. "Too bad they don't have a fly front, but it's nice fabric, soft, thin and stretchy. Off, Hank!"

Hank kicked off his shoes, removed his pants, and slid down his underwear. Rashida nodded and smiled appreciatively as Hank's large, uncut member was revealed, bouncing with a half-erection. She lifted the hem of her linen sundress and reached for her own panties, a coral-orange pair. They were cut to cover her up front, but the strip that ran up her back side only covered the groove of her butt, leaving her cheeks bare. She shimmied them down and handed them to Hank in exchange for his.

Hank had to carefully arrange the coral-orange panties to fit his package inside. Rashida pulled up Hank's dark blue briefs, stretching the smooth, silky fabric tightly across her buttocks. The front pouch hung a little loose without a package to fill it. Down went her hem, concealing her transgression.

Rashida laughed as Hank carefully eased his pants up over his poorly contained, half-erect penis. She leaned forward and kissed him. Hank stopped, feeling Rashida's soft lips and warm breath. He sighed through his nostrils.

"Wait a couple of minutes and meet me in the café," Rashida said.

She unlocked the door and slipped out into the lobby of the Aquarium.

Hank could feel the lining of Rashida's panties was damp against his balls. He paused, rubbed his fingertips over the fabric and brought them to his nose. "Ahh," he sighed. "Mm-hm."