GB Blog : The District, a day in my panties

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So today I made another run to my local fabric district, I woke up and just couldn’t wait, but I also knew I wanted a good set of panties on before I went trudging along through mountains of fabric joy.

Into the drawer I go, cotton? Meh. Lace, dear god the chaffing. Ohhhh Nylon, warm, silky, it heats me up just right. I slide into cold boyshorts and let the band snap back into place, giggling at the wonderful feel. Bra, slacks, nice button down, something that shows off the right curves but not too obvious, I’ll work for the fabric but I’m not giving it away.

The drive is rather quick, and somehow I dodge most of the jams, I pull into a tiny lot and pay the man before meandering to my new favorite store, panties sliding against slacks, almost tickling. The flower vendors their fragrant stalls wide open try to coax me inside, the women ply with smiles and the men ply with flowers (and not so hidden looks), I kindly smile and nod , no thanks as I near my heaven of glass and brick and fabric…. only yo see it’s steel grates closed and cold. Noooooo, closed til the New Year! I sigh, slump my shoulders and realize that determined jaunt had worked me into a warm, moist, tiddle..

well one closed store will not detour me. I look up and down the faded street and ancient peeled paint signs, ahh amongst the flowers and trade goods there are a few fabric stores, but they look industrial, 100 yard bolts neatly wrapped in plastic, piled into towers, resting on risers 4 times my height, not for me. Knits, jersey, ribbed, Lycra, no no no, not for me. Then a door, and rolls, bolts, and all by the yard! Taffetas, and chiffons, and tapestries… good and giddy things that called me , and oh those nylon boyshorts doing nothing but keeping my warms right next to me in a rather delicious way.

The old man greets me to his shop and inquires as to what I need, lining I say and run my hands over soft, silky, stiff, and cool cloth, finding the right feel beneath my fingers for what I need. I pick two bolts and lay them on the table, 5 yards each, I smile and lean in asking how much, not even reaching for my pocket. He smiles and thinks , I give a little wiggle and and hope for a good price, ten yards for $20, and this was quality stuff. Apparently he had been watching me fawn and coo over fabric, as I feigned unknowingness. I took my bag in hand and paid leaving with a smile and before he could propose more.

The next store, again full of men , welcomed me in faster than the first, I must have smelled in heat by that point, they couldn’t bring me fabric fast enough, another 10 yards for $20…. next time I may wear a skirt, see what the prices are then.

Oh how wet I was, fresh fabric, brisk walking in the warm California weather and the brick buildings trapping the heat. I bounded back to my car, hmm that was short, but it leaves me time for Little Tokyo. Through the streets and to a meter, I pay, only an hour, have to walk fast. I pick up a magazine, mmm one of my favorite fashion mags from Japan, pay and go, pick up a few Japanese sweets and mmm oh a tart from the bakery loaded with fresh fruit. So many people, smiling and laughing , and enjoying the day.

Home I come and drag everything in, my my so much stuff accomplished, and mmm those panties, still on me , pleasantly wet and nestled in my cleft, mmm too bad their isn’t a panty thief about.

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