JamieLin recently posted about not wanting the men in her life to know about her little sexual deviations. I think that it goes without saying that most of us are in the same boat on that one. In fact I'm sure some part of the thrill is getting away with it under these people's noses. Wearing those sexy panties to work or a dinner with friends. I'm sure even women get the same thrill too, having a pretty lacy bra or some sexy lingerie on under your work clothes, what a thrill, right?! A personal victory right there under your clothes, it's somehow empowering.
JL's post made me ponder who knows what about me. I mean we've all had friends over to our places. Did they open a drawer and see some panties? Perhaps they used our computer and found evidence of a lingerie search or some naughty pics? Or maybe it was just our behavior outing us; that little sparkle in your eye whenever someone mentions panties. Or the time you wore a thong to the party and someone noticed the VPL through your pants, but never said anything. What do they know? How do they know? Am I just being paranoid?
I used to wear panties to work occasionally and my job allowed me to wear shorts when the weather was hot, a nice perk. As many men's shorts are, the ones I wore were rather loose around the legs, even though the length was long enough not see anywhere near my panties. The problem was that I'd often hit the workout room (another great perk) after work wearing these same shorts. I suspect that at some point some of the regulars in the gym may have seen up my shorts at some point or perhaps a lacy or frilly waistband when my t shirt rode up.
The reason I suspect they knew is that one day a new guy was in the gym. I knew him from around work, although I never worked with him directly. Anyway, I was wearing a wife beater tank under my t shirt and when I began to sweat, I guess my shirt began to stick to it and reveal the tank underneath. The guy looked at me and nervously asked what I was wearing. It wasn't like a matter of fact question, there was definitely more meaning to his question than "what are you wearing under your shirt". I pulled up my shirt and showed my wife beater and said it was just a tank top and the guy looked relieved; a strange reaction I thought. I suppose I could have probed and asked why the hell he cared what I was wearing, but I left it at that. Perhaps I was afraid to know the truth; that the guys were talking behind my back; that everyone at work knew I wore panties. I guess I'll never really know as that job is ancient history now and most of those guys have probably long forgotten about me, but I'll always have my suspicions. Who knows about you? Maybe you don't even know!