He had picked them out himself. Navy blue, his favorite color. Lace, a fabric they both loved. He teased her about the women in the shop who had tried to help him pick them out, but his instructions were to choose what he wanted her in the most. Yes, lace and navy blue. Perfect.
The geographical distance between them was taking a toll and they needed something, a touch stone, that would say, "Yes, we are in this together." The envelope arrived almost a week later and she could feel her breathing increase as she opened and released his gift from inside. She ran her hands carefully over the delicate fabric, eyes closed, imagining him picking them out, holding them, pressing them against his face and then wrapping them gently in the tissue paper, along with his enclosed note and mailing them off to their first destination. To her.
Their agreement. She would wear them for 3 days straight only to take them off to shower, then immediately placed them in a zip locked bag and mail them back to him. Worn, saturated and loved. Each day a new picture was taken and sent. Throughout the day she would run her hand along the fabric, imagining his hands on them, fondling them. Fondling her. Her pussy would press and rub across the crotch. She could feel the moisture between her legs build as she pictured his cock and balls soon filling the same place. At night she would curl into a ball and fall asleep with the now very familiar fabric caressing her ass and pelvic.
On the morning of the fourth day she folded and kissed them goodbye, envious that they were traveling to where she wanted to be. Back to him.
She waited. Anxious that they arrived safely. Finally the text came showing the picture of them in his possession. Panties snugly wrapped around his body; cock laying warm off to the side within them. For three days she received updates of his trials and enjoyment. Enjoyment of knowing the lace fabric now embracing him had been intimately familiar with the pussy and ass he dreamt about. And trials concerning keeping his balls tucked within the fabric as he went about his day! His cock found many places to call home during the panties visit. Either caressed along the side or peaking out of the top lace band. They rode a bit high up his ass, but he found it to be a delightful reminder of their agreement.
Another morning on day four and once again the panties were prepared for their journey across the country. A few days later she retrieved them for the last time from their packaging and held them to her heart. Then to her face and could smell his body throughout them. She immediately put them on and noticed the front was stretch out on the sides. At first she was puzzled then remembered the many pictures she received of his cock pressing against those very spots. "Yes...", She mumbled to herself as she ran her hands along the front panel.
That night in bed, panties infused with their aroma hugging against her she wondered if they would ever meet face to face. It had always been their plan, but as time moved forward that plan seemed more and more unlikely. She fell asleep fingers tracing along the lace patterns. Imagining his balls and cock resting against her.