Yvette Britton

Yvette Britton had just gotten her PhD in English Literature from the University of Connectucut. She desperately wanted to find a job teaching at top East coast college, but could not get a position. She expanded her search to include colleges along the mid-Atlantic coast then the west coast. She wanted to live in or very near a big city. Try as she might, though, she could not find a job at a college that fit her criteria. Finally, she had to start paying back her student loans, so she reluctantly took a job at a community college outside Boston. She hated it. She knew he was destined for bigger and better things, not teaching kids who did not have the grades or afford to go to one of the colleges where she really wanted to teach.

Yvette was 28, 5'9, with a 34-25-34 body. She had shoulder-length curly blonde hair, big brown doe eye, long straight nose and high cheek bones. She normally wore pant suits to work or knee-length skirts with matching blazers.

One day as she returned to her small studio apartment, she found a pink box on her porch. She picked it up and examined it. It was wrapped in a red ribbon. She shrugged and took it inside with her satchel full of essays.

Inside her apartment, she opened the box. Inside was a card on top of something wrapped in white tissue paper. The card read: "Yvette: a Free Trial Offer. If you like it, you can get more." Then there was a smudged part she could not make out. She moved the white tissue paper aside and saw a pair of hot pink silk panties, with a white waist band with a small pink bow on the front. The panties were cut high on the sides. Yvette looked through the box to find more clues as to where these came from but found nothing. She held up the panties and looked at them. They were very pretty, and the silk felt nice. She took them to her bed and lay them on the comforter. She undressed to her bra and pulled the panties on. They felt wonderful, cool and soft to the touch against her skin. She went to her closet door and opened it. It had a full-length mirror on the inside. She admired the way the panties seemed to make her butt look more pert and the way the French cut panties were high on her thighs. She smiled to herself.

Yvette glanced over and saw her satchel. She had essays to grade, but now she was in the mood to go out for the evening. Do her job's low salary, she did not go out much, so she was due for a night for herself.