Not this time

Heart racing and knees weak Sarah slid her panties down her thighs before taking a moment to breathe. A shaky breath turned into a nervous chuckle, many lonely nights had taught her that this much pressure meant she was way too close for comfort. Grabbing some toilet paper she got to work drying her inner thighs being very cautious not to touch her intimate areas just yet. A little more work removed most of the moisture from her jeans but a closer inspection would still reveal the wet spot. The real question now was what to do with the panties, cold, sticky, and absolutley soaked through, Sarah did not look forward to pulling them back up but the only alternative she had was to take them off completley.