a pair of panties

"Actually, Kimmy, I could use a pair of women's panties," Jackson tells her.

The Korean woman bites her lower lip and frowns in distress.

"Oh my," she says. "I'm afraid we don't carry underwear. I could special order some! Or call different shops around town to see if they have what you need! I'm so sorry that we don't have any in stock. I will tell my husband to order many pair so that we will always have them in the future!"

"Well, I kind of need them right now," Jackson says, trying to look like a dissatisfied customer. “Don’t you have any panties at all? They don’t have to be new.”

“Oh!” Kimmy exclaims. “Oh! I…I am wearing panties! I am wearing panties right now! Would…would my panties be acceptable? I can run home and wash them!”

“Oh, you don’t need to wash them!” Jackson says. “In fact, I’ll pay extra if you stroke yourself a little and make sure they smell like your little cunnie.”

Kimmy blushes furiously, but begins stroking her crotch.

“No need to pay extra!” she says. “It’s no trouble. No trouble at all.”

“No, of course not,” Jackson thought. “You’re clearly enjoying yourself immensely. You’re just overcome with lust. You know you should stop, but you can’t. You’re going to just keep going until you come. And it’s going to be the most powerful, overwhelming orgasm of your life.”

As Jackson thinks it, it plays out before him, Kimmy stroking her crotch ever more vigorously, her eyes going wild, her blush becoming more and more inflamed. She begins moaning, then squeaking, then mumbling something dirty-sounding in Korean, then she begins jerking and trembling, shrieking out in orgasm, her eyes rolling back in her head.

As she pants and shudders her way back down, she clumsily tries to take off her panties.

“I’s no…I’s no trouble…snotrouble…at ..at all,” she says as she fumbles and wiggles her panties down her legs from beneath her skirt. “I’m glad…glad to…be of…of service.”

She manages to get the sodden white garment off in between gasps and shudders, then with an apologetic look, unwinds them from the bundle they became rolling them down her legs and spreads them out before Jackson on the counter. They are, as requested, quite fragrant.

“Will these…be, uh, sufficient?” she asks.

Jackson frowns.

“I’m not sure,” he says.

“I can rub them on myself again!” she says, a bit too eagerly.

“No, they smell great,” he says. "It’s just, well, I was going to take them over to the school and have one of the secretaries wear them on her head, but now that I see them, I’m not sure it would work. Do you think you could model them for me?”

“Oh! Yes! Yes, of course!” Kimmy says. "It’s no trouble! No trouble at all!”

She pulls her moist panties over her head, the wet fabric adhering to her face. She looks out through a leg hole with one eye.

“Is this good?” she asks.