Episode 4
Adventures in Pantyland

Footsie

Alright so love in the sticky, prickly leaf pile on a chilly morning can still be completely passionate and earth shattering. Finally fulfilling a dream I have played out unsuccessfully over and over, just gives one a sense of completion.

I grab both our twig lined undies and run into the house to pee. On the toilet the un-reality of what is happening sets in. Hell be gone when I go back out. I can reduce it to a dream again. I can. People always say "It was so real", so why not this?

I look at my feet covered in fresh outside dirt. Leaning over my legs, I brush at them, trying to make a dream be just a dream. No chance. My fingers move over the tops of my toes and then without a sound there are other toes touching mine.

I scream. It's a feeble scream, more of an inward noise. Trying to jump inside myself I think. The mundane world of interrupted dreams just seems so much easier now. Those toes do not belong to Garlemon. These are woman's toes. Shell blue nails, evenly tanned and moisturized feet, and slender, delicate ankles that smell like honey and cinnamon.

I look up, slow motion, knees, thighs, perfect form. Undies, scant and sexy, waist bare, belly button pierced (trendy visuals a must), bosom full and perky, neck long, a slender chain with a striking shell like charm dangling on her collar bone, a face of dreams. A Goddess.

My real life bottom hanging over the toilet jars me into modesty. I try and wipe discreetly, as if that's possible. I grab a towel and cover up, tripping over her toes which feel like pillows of heavenly flesh.

Still no words have been said. She looks at me kindly. No shame at meeting here, undressed. Just calm, like the waves of the ocean rolling in and out, a perfect peace.

"You…uh," my words fall out gracelessly, grasping for my sarcastic crutch, "always appear in the bathroom?" I ask backing out towards the door.

"I come and go in ways too many to be mentioned. I am here now, because, I was called."

The lovely woman, strokes my hair, tenderly, stopping me in my tracks. Her touch is like an electric lullaby. Powerful and soothing.
"Did I call?" I manage to gulp out.

"No, my dear you did not." And she laughs like a single drop of water spilling over the rocks. A gentle ringing.

"Then why are you here?"

"To keep you on your toes." She says. Now her laughter is a large waterfall roaring as it hits.

I try to laugh with her but my voice is drowned out.