Her Maid for the Weekend

by Pen2

 

Glancing erratically from side to side I walked to the counter, everyone said that the people who worked at Goodwill stores never looked at what the customers bought but I was still nervous. My parents were out for the weekend, off being social at some golf tournament, and I had the house to myself. My summer job didn't pay very well so the only clothes I was able to afford on my waiter's salary came from Goodwill, but I didn't mind as long as I got to wear skirts and panties around the house, and I had a whole weekend of that ahead of me.

"Ahem, sir, may you please put your items on the counter?" the register girl asked. I quickly snapped back to reality, and looked up from my bundle of clothes, I placed them on the counter, and as the register girl began to scan and bag them I noticed how pretty she was. She was at most nineteen and her hair was very dark, tied back to show her well proportioned eyes and nose, she wore glasses; the thick black frames seemed very trendy at the time. She dressed herself very conservatively in a short sleeved white blouse and a long black skirt. She didn't wear much make up, but she didn't seem like she needed any.

As I said before she was quite pretty, but I found many girls pretty, at the age of eighteen I was still only around 5'2" and not much over 100 pounds. My hair was blonde, and short cut, I originally wore it much longer as a child, but at the time I had cut it short in a vain attempt to attract women. I wasn't a very rugged looking boy either, my fair hair and even fairer complexion made it hard to notice what little facial hair I ever attempted to grow. It's then that I heard her giggle, and a shiver went up my spine, much in the same way that someone feels when they're looking over a very deep chasm and they almost feel like they're going to fall in. The register girl motioned to me, I leaned over the counter to her, it suddenly dawned on me that she was at least eight inches taller than me, I only came up to her shoulder!

"Do you like wearing panties?" She whispered in my ear. There came that chasm feeling again.

"Wh-wh-what?" I stammered, trying to desperately think of a reason I could be buying a large bundle of girl's clothes, other than to wear them.

"I said do you like wearing panties?" She asked again, more insistently this time, one of her long, well manicured fingernails moving a pair of simple white, cotton panties back and forth on the counter like a cat toying with a ball of yarn.

"I'm not sure… I…"

"Yes you are sure, you love wearing panties, would you like to wear some more interesting pairs though?"

This was ridiculous; I cleared my throat (though it sounded more like a wheeze) and brought my self up to my full 5'2" and whispered "No I wouldn't, I just want to make my purchase and leave, is that ok?" This almost seemed to work. The register girl looked nonplussed (but slightly disappointed) shrugged her shoulders and picked up the intercom.

"Excuse me everyone I need to make a price check on a pair of-" In a state of pure terror I pulled the microphone from her hands and after some fumbling turned it off.

"What are you doing?" I asked between gritted teeth.

"I'm making a price check," she replied with a slight smile, "I can't seem to find the prices on some of these more delicate pairs of panties and I need to ask the manager how much they cost," she slowly tore off a price tag and dropped it to the floor.

"Why won't you leave me alone?" I pleaded, hoping to leave the store with some dignity in tact.

"Because I have so many soft pairs of panties at home, and I think you'd look very nice in some of them, especially with the right outfit…" she said, adding the last part almost too slowly.

"If I go home with you and… try some of them on will you leave me alone?" I asked. What did I just say? I just agreed to follow this girl home and wear her panties!

"Yes I will, you can try some of them on and if you want to leave after that you can." She smiled, as if it was so simple. "My shift will be over in an hour and if you want there's a coffee shop next door, you can wait for me there if you like."

"Um… ok…" I agreed, still bewildered, leaving for the door.

"Psst! Excuse me!" She whispered to me as I was making my leave.

"What is it?"

"You forgot to pay for your panties." She smiled yet again and pointed to the pile of delicates that I had left on the counter.

  

  

  

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