“What is this?” Adam pulled a large cardboard box down from a shelf. The words “Lost and Found” were scrawled across the side of the box. Liz looked over her shoulder and grinned.
“I wouldn’t look in there.”
Adam placed the box on the table, “Why not?” His fingers pulled open the flaps.
“It is stuff I used to find on the floor after I had parties.”
He looked at her with one eyebrow raised, “Those parties?” The corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk.
Her brown eyes met with his across the room, “Yes, THOSE parties.”
He looked back at the box. Curiosity crowded his mind but on the other hand did he REALLY want to look in there? “Why did you keep this stuff?” He tried to sound casual. He told Liz a lot of things he thought about, but not everything.
“I honestly don’t know. I thought that people might ask about something they left behind and I didn’t want to tell them I threw their precious item in the trash.” She laughed. “But I doubt they are going to call up NOW to ask about some random thing they left at a sex party six months ago. Can you just chuck it in the bin?”
“OK.” Adam carried the box out of the room and down the stairs. Liz watched him go. For a moment she wondered. Adam thought he was subtle. But he was a man for heavens sakes.
Next to the dumpster Adam allowed himself a peek inside the box. There they were, red and satiny with lace trim. Somehow they found their way into his pocket. Two days later he found them, peeking out of his pocket as he threw clothes into the washing machine. He held them up for a few moments. Who had worn them? What had they done? Why had they forgotten to pick them up as they left? Somehow they went into the washer.
Later that afternoon he found them in the dryer, tucked between his trousers and his socks. He picked them up and ran them through his fingers. Nicely washed they smelled fresh when he touched the silky fabric to his face. The next morning the red satin gleamed at him from his underwear drawer. Without thinking he slid them over his arse. The smooth coolness of the satin stretched across his cock. Pleasantly squashing his balls against his body and bunching up his cock.
At work in the bathroom stalls he allowed himself to stroke his cock through the satin. A feeling of daring surged through him and he found himself snapping a picture of red shiny satin peeking through his trouser zip. The panties restricted him nicely as his cock leaked pre-cum.
It was time to show her.
Liz’s phone pinged. Her eyes widened as she looked at the image.
Under her desk, between her thighs her own red satin panties became a little damp.