Not Your Regular Bedside Sock

If it is all out there, it is quick and it is raw. You know what is there and the imagination doesn’t have to be involved. Clothing can hide a myriad of flaws, but can the underthings? I think they have the least ability to hide what is really there but the biggest job in building up and maintaining the anticipation. You can see the shadows underneath the panties and the shape of the leg underneath the sock but you can’t quite get there. The anticipation of a shapely leg, clothed in a cute or sensual package, whether it is silk stockings, cotton anklets, or knee-high school girl socks, from my perspective, can be very high. Legs are beautiful and sexual, kissed, licked, hugged, wrapped around someone, and wholly involved in any experience. Long, smooth, tanned, pale, very nice. The panties cover or expose the shapely area where legs meet torso which is oh so very nice as well as the centre between the legs. Seeing this area too soon can spoil the anticipation, letting everyone know what will happen and is going to happen, and helping them forget about the now. The now is very important to build up the impatience leading to what will happen. The longer and more drawn out the experience is, the more explosive and memorably it ends. Seeing the well clad legs, glimpsing the shapely behind, planning the encounter weeks before it happens with daily reminders of what niceties lie within can make puddles of minds and set nerve endings on fire.

I am not all about drawn out situations and sometimes panties need to be pushed aside in favour of something quick, but isn’t it nicer in these circumstances if the panties pushed aside are sweet and the legs wrapped around you are delightfully attired as well?