When I approached Anise, I was still playing it cool. I leaned in close, pressed my underwear into her waiting hand, and nipped her earlobe while whispering to her. “My unmentionables, m’lady. As requested.” I was grinning like a fool.
My grin quickly faded as Anise held up my undies and began to critique them.
“Ooh, boy shorts. I like.” she said. “Practical, comfortable. Soft cotton against your skin…”
I was almost fine with it. I probably turned a few shades of pink while I watched her turning my underwear over in her hands. But it was when she held them up to her nose and began making comments about moisture that I reached out to snatch them back.