“Do matching undergarments actually matter to men as much as we’re told?” I asked SG one morning with completely mismatched underwear on. It wasn’t entirely my fault, I couldn’t find a matching color for either item and figured they went well enough together to pull them off as a ‘set’. Satisfied, I went to pull my sweater over my head.
He watched me as I dressed. “Oh, yep, definitely.”
“Oh, for God’s sake,” I groaned and went to pull my sweater off.
“No, no,” he sat up when I had it halfway over my head, “it’s fine since I’ve already seen you and know what’s under there.” He reached out and pulled me closer to him by the hip.
I chuckled, “so, it’s all about being surprised, then?” I lowered my sweater back down over my stomach and straightened it out.
“Yeah, basically,” he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties.
I huffed. “Well, my bra and panties matched last night.”
“I know,” he confirmed as he pulled me closer, “and it was a nice surprise.”
Sunset undressing.
