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them like a
kitten in cat nip.
    These
panties felt finer than even that bed had.
    Baffled,
she searched for a label, finding a small set of letters printed
inside. The name made her blink, and she had to hold in a giggle.
    'Pet
Panties?'
    It
almost seemed insulting, but at the same time, she didn't want to set
them down. The sensation was too perfect, and when she rubbed them
through her digits, she was reminded of buttery caramel.
    She
almost had them to her cheek, to absently nuzzle, when the voice
came.
    “ May
I help you?”
    Jenna
gasped, surprised and embarrassed as she yanked the panties away from
her face. Spinning, she spotted an older man, his head tilted and his
mouth a polite, if strained, smile. “Um!” Flustered, her
words came out in a rush. “Sorry, I, uh. I saw your tent,
and...”
    “ Ah,”
he stepped around the counter, standing on the opposite side of her
and looking pleased. “You came in because you wanted to buy
something.”
    “ Er,
well, I don't know if...”
    The
man made a motion, lifting an eyebrow in question as he pointed to
the item in her grip. “That, correct? You want to buy
those.”
    The
girl opened her mouth, ready to deny this claim, to apologize and
leave in the awkward moment. Her words, instead, caught her off
guard.
    “ Yes,
I do.”
    She
was stunned, but even as she finished speaking, she clutched the
panties and realized it was true. They were amazing, she had to have
them, though it made her feel silly to want such a ridiculous item so
badly. The merchant only nodded, ducking down and lifting a small
paper bag into view. “They're very popular, you know. They're
also on sale, you'll want the full package.” He stopped,
lifting his eyes and giving her a serious look.
    Jenna
nodded in answer.
    The
fellow stuffed a few more items into the container, talking to her
almost idly. “Of course you'll want the special deal, as well.
That's a few other items, and some shoes...” His words were
making her head foggy, and she wasn't sure how much time had passed,
but she found herself suddenly standing there with the bag in hand,
the merchant giving her a pointed stare.
    “ Um.
What was that?”
    “ You
asked where you could change, I said over there.” He pointed,
and she glanced to the side, spotting a small wardrobe shaped room
that stood on its own.
    'What,
I asked about changing?' Her mind was a blur, and in a daze, she let
him guide her to the door. She felt too ashamed of her distracted
attention to argue, and wordlessly, the girl slipped into the tiny
box, shutting the entrance behind her.
    In
the brightly lit space that was essentially closet sized, Jenna set
down her bag and rubbed her eyes. She didn't know what was wrong, but
something felt off. The music piping in made it hard to focus, and
the flickering lamps on the ceiling and around the floor length
mirror before her were making her dizzy.
    Peering
into the bag, she found a number of garments, and she bit her lip,
wishing she remembered how much she had spent. She didn't even recall
handing over the money. Part of her debated on just taking the
container and exiting, fleeing the whole scene, but she felt oddly
compelled to try on the clothing.
    Her
fingers dug through, shifting shirts, bras, and even a pair of
tights. Yet almost without question, she revealed to the air what she
was truly after; The panties seemed even pinker in the changing room.
    Quickly,
she bent over, sandals kicked free and almost ripping her underwear
down her thighs and to the floor. The air was cool under her dress,
and she caught a glimpse of her own smooth flesh in the mirror.
Easily, excitedly, the girl tugged the satiny panties up her ankles,
gliding them along her hips until they slipped snugly into place. The
material was even more delicious on her sensitive parts, and it made
her groan softly in pleasure.
    Turning,
she admired herself in the reflection, enjoying the way the garment
seemed to cup her ass perfectly. Grinning, she