She reached into the drawer, still not awake, and absentmindedly grabbed for them – a pair of simple cotton panties. Not new, not old, but worn and washed already many times. The feminine forget-me-not print had already started to fade. When her fingers found them, they were balled up and twisted on themselves from the dryer’s mad spinning but they were soft – so very soft and smelled faintly of the scented candles that, for no particular reason, she had always stored with her panties. Pamela raised her left knee slightly and stepped into one of the leg holes and then quickly into the other one. Bending over now, the breathtaking, over-sized but gloriously rounded swells of the 42 year old’s ass cheeks presented a glorious view for the Gods or anyone else ambitious enough to rise at this early hour and peek in through Pamela’s bedroom window.

Pamela stretched the pristine panties wide as she shimmied them up her shapely calves, over her slightly bent knees, and up the fleshy thick thighs that had bent the backs of her fortunate lovers and wrung lust from them, like juice from a ripe peach. Pamela’s panties were stretched now almost to tearing as she eased them up and over the twin melons of her ass and let go of the waist band with a snap. SNAP! The soft cotton clung tightly to the contours of her cheeks, and nestled in the moist cleft of her cunt. Girls have pussies – Pamela was blessed with a cunt, a ravenous but sensuous organ that gave Pamela and so many others pleasures so intense they would surely have been declared unholy, had they been known to any church-going types. Pamela filled her panties to the brim and through the course of each day they became increasingly intimate with her. By evening, they were something quite different from the fluffy freshly scented cotton wads that slumbered in her dresser drawer.

Pamela finished dressing, donning a tastefully flimsy uplifting bra that accentuated her nipples and showed just enough of her globes to remind you of a pair of misplaced ass cheeks - should you be lucky enough to steal a glimpse. She finished off with a white silky blouse open nearly to the bottom of her breast bone and a short black skirt beneath which Pamela’s panties would marinate in all the varied and wonderful juices that Pamela produced daily; juices that rarely received the appreciation they deserved.

Finished with the drowsy business of getting dressed, Pamela hurriedly gulped her morning coffee while she reviewed the various papers she would need for the day’s errands and appointments. The phone rang and more precious time was taken answering an unnecessary question. Finally with breakfast concluded, she collected her papers and was ready to head out the door when she felt an insistent urge to pee – the coffee!

Pamela hiked her skirt up and eased the tight cotton down to her knees and lowered herself on to the seat, releasing the strong yellow stream before she was seated. She sighed in relief and quickly dabbed her wet lips with tissue paper before hurriedly pulling the panties back up. Warm droplets clung like golden dew to Pamela’s curls and dissolved into the soft cotton crotch as Pamela strode out the door and settled into the driver’s seat, the pressure opening her quim ever so slightly, allowing her panties to drink in more pee.

The morning was stressful with Pamela running from one errand and appointment to another. The unseasonably hot and humid Carolina morning added to her discomfort and Pamela was sweating by 10 AM. Salty beads of sweat formed between Pamela’s ass cheeks and dripped down the valley to join Pamela’s pee in the soft cotton crotch. Gulping ice tea and lemonade between appointments, Pamela had peed and anointed her panties twice more by the time she joined a perspective employer for lunch. He was a psychiatrist whose ad for a receptionist she had eagerly responded to. The opportunity to work for a psychiatrist and escape the boredom of her current job in an accountant’s office had her excited but anxious. She wanted the job badly but had always been nervous about interviews – especially for situations she wanted badly. Thankfully, this one turned out not to be stressful at all; in fact, Pamela found the middle-aged doctor’s rugged handsomeness and easy manner quite charming. Her glance at his crotch went no more unnoticed than his several reconnaissance trips into her cleavage. And as the lunch progressed and an offhanded touch was exchanged here and there, Pamela was pleased to notice a palpable sexual tension building between them. Her cunt began to throb and she could feel her nipples hardening. She knew her stingers would be protruding visibly and invitingly through the silk of her blouse and that pleased her very much.