Iris Harlow: Trying to start a new chapter in her life

Iris Harlow looked down at the strange package once again as she considered its contents. Earlier in the day, after hearing a short knock at her front door, the twenty eight year old woman checked outside and found a package waiting for her. This had not been much of a surprise, as she had recently bought some new underwear that was supposed to arrive today. What was in the box, however, was not what she had ordered.

Several weeks ago, Iris had moved to this city after uprooting her life due to a failed relationship. She had been dating Thomas for the past three years, and had seriously thought that they were going to get married. Unfortunately, that fantasy had come crashing down when she found out that he had been fucking the people she thought were her friends behind her back the entire time they were together. After that, she quickly took a new job in a city a thousand miles away, and left that old world behind to start her life over.

Some new acquaintances and coworkers at the finance firm she had started working for invited her out for drinks and dancing this weekend, and Iris wanted to take the opportunity to let loose and have a little fun. She was a hot, single woman again in a brand new city, and she wanted to act like it. She had pulled out her little black dress on Monday, but a review of her underwear drawer revealed that her box of fun lingerie had been apparently lost in the move. Iris had ordered a simple little black lace set for the weekend as a replacement that was supposed to arrive today. Instead, her order must have somehow gotten switched with what now sat in the box on her coffee table.

"I mean I don't hate it..." Iris mumbled to herself as she stared down at the contents of the box.

The cardboard box contained a single pair of high-cut lacy red panties woven with intricate patterns of some sort of strange black gossamer material. Iris had held the underwear out before her and studied the fabric, and the patterns almost seemed to move if she looked at the right angle. Because it was not what she had ordered, Iris had elected not to wear them out tonight, but as she now stood in the living room waiting for her Uber to arrive, the open box had once again caught her attention.

Dressed in her little black dress, the red haired woman chewed her lip as she stared down at the strange lingerie. She felt an odd magnetism towards the underwear that she could not explain. She should at least try them on, right?

Iris checked her phone and confirmed that she still had a few minutes before her ride arrived, before reaching up her skirt to shimmy out of the simple black cotton thong she was wearing beneath. She plucked the new lingerie out of the box and gave it another look over, before bending over to step into it and quickly slide them up her smooth and toned legs.

The strange panties settled snugly between her legs, and she let out a small gasp at how surprisingly good they felt. It was a curious sensation, Iris felt like the lingerie was the most comfortable pair of underwear she had ever worn, despite how tightly it wedged between her firm cheeks. As well, the way the fabric touched and moved against her skin felt sinfully good. It was almost making her aroused just by wearing it!

"Woah..."

Iris let out a small incredulous chuckle as she looked down at her hips. Holding the skirt of her dress up around her wait, she stepped over to a tall floor-length mirror that had yet to be hung up to check herself out in this new attire. To her surprise, the lingerie seemed to accentuate her curves perfectly. It was like someone had designed the underwear specifically for her.

"Wow." Iris giggled as she twisted and shifted her reflection, the gossamer patterns in the lingerie seeming to dance and move with her motions.

A buzzing alert from her phone snapped her out of her reverie, and she glanced over at the screen to see that her ride was here. Iris quickly dropped her skirt back down into place and hurried over to snatch up her purse. She gathered her keys and strode over to leave, but then paused at the door for a moment when she realized that she was still wearing the lingerie. She glanced back over at her discarded thong and considered if she should change back. This underwear looked and felt great, but it was still...strange. Where was it even from?

Her phone buzzed again to remind her that the driver was waiting. She ran a hand up her thigh and faintly felt the fabric of the panties beneath her skirt. The pleasant touch of the lingerie between her legs was making her feel strangely bold all of a sudden. With a small smirk, she turned her back on her discarded underwear and walked out the front door.