This is going to be a story from back when I was still in college. I hope you’ll like it, ‘cuz there’s a lot more where this came from ;p But first things first. I had an idea. A sort of challenge to set for myself. A pretty dodgy challenge, actually.
It was a Friday, somewhere in May. I had only two classes, one right before lunch break, and one right after. Not a bad Friday, right? The weather was niiiiiiice so I decided to wear a skirt. And that’s when the idea hit me.
I challenged myself to take off my panties during the first class, spend the rest of it + all of lunch break commando, then put them back on during the next class. And no, before you ask. I couldn’t go to the bathroom for it.
It was a pretty straighforward idea, with a lot of possibly bad outcomes. I could be spotted taking them off, or putting the back on, or the panties themselves could be seen in my bag, or I could forget about the whole thing and flash my Noëlle bits to random passers-by during lunch. But still. It seemed fun.
class #1
I ended up sitting next to a guy in class. That was a bit annoying, since I had done my best to come in late and take a spot for myself, but he came in even later and chose to sit next to me rather than next to one of my classmates. It wasn’t ideal, but if anything, this made things even more interesting.
I barely listened to the professor as she gave her lecture. All I did was play out my moves over and over again in my head. As it turned out, the most difficult thing seemed to be getting my thong out from between my butt and down my hips without looking like I was actually doing just that. I made I shoved my chair forward as much as I could, hiding most of my lower body under the desk. With my hand closest to the wall, I went under the desk, and under my skirt, grabbing my panties between my legs and pulling on them. It took a fair amount of more or less covered hip wiggles, but eventually, I got it loose.
Now for the fun part. My panties were chilling down my thighs, still covered by the skirt, but barely. I moved my chair back a little, and gave it a rest. I was sure an opportunity would present itself at some point.
Despite my planning ahead, I realized I had overlooked a crucial issue
And it did. Halfway through class, there was a bit of a break. The lecture was done, and we were supposed to grab our study books and do some reading. The guy next to me bent over away from him to search for his book in his bag. It was a brief window, but it was all I had. I reached in, yanked my panties down my legs, pulled them over my feet and quickly fumbled them up in my hand. I had already put them nice and cozily in my bag when the guy had grabbed his book. To the world, nothing had changed, but my thong was now chilling between my laptop and a paper notebook.
I had been a bit scared that I might forget about it, but the opposite was the case. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was so much fun just sitting there without any underwear on. After class, I followed a few girls outside, where we ended up sitting on a ledge with a cup of coffee and our lunch. It was a bit tricky, but there was nothing significant in front of me, and so I didn’t have to worry about panically keeping my legs closed at all times. I could even feel some gushes of wind tickling me a few times.
class #2
Despite my planning ahead, I realized I had overlooked a crucial issue as soon as the next class started. It would be doable to find a window of opportunity to pull my panties back over my legs, but I hadn’t thought of how I was going to get them out of my bag, and unwrinkle them without having them out in the open. I had found a desk without someone sitting immediately next to me, but still, I couldn’t just pull them out and casually arrange them in the proper direction, could I?
To fix this issue, I waited until the professor had started to talk, and the class had settled into listening and typing along on their laptops, then pulled my bag onto my lap and pretended I was looking for a pencil. Instead, I was unfolding my thong, turning it around, so I could grab it again without needing to see it. When I put my bag down again, my panties were just sitting there, easily visible if someone should have taken the liberty to look inside my bag.
When I was fairly sure nobody was looking at me, I took the final steps of my little challenge. I reached down and grabbed both sides of the thong, holding my hands together, and squeezing them under the table. Moving as slowly as I possibly could, I brought my hands down, feigning an ankle itch. Then, in a single, smooth motion, I pulled them them over my feet and up my legs, squeezing them as far under my skirt as I could. I won’t lie here, I did perform a massive sigh of relief as I did.
I took things slowly after this, taking my sweet time to casually pull my thong back in its original place. It was still feeling a bit weird when I stood up after class, and it was only when I got home that I noticed they were still slightly twisted. Still, I had nailed the challenge. And I’m fairly sure nobody has any idea.