Yes, you read that title correctly. And you know what I mean. Just think Bridget Jones’s Diary. Remember the scene when she’s about to get bow-chicka-bow-bow with that smarmy Daniel (played beautifully by Hugh Grant) and she realizes she’s wearing some less-than-sexy underwear?
I LOVE that scene.
So much that I did a bit of homage to it in my romantic comedy, Bunco Babes Gone Wild. Which, by the way, is on sale. The Kindle version on Amazon is currently $5.99 (Thank you, Berkley!) and it makes a perfect beach read!
Here’s a sneak peak at that scene. set up: Georgia (our heroine) and Dave (our hero) have been working doing a tear down at the old Whispering Bay Senior Center. It’s hot and the air conditioner is on the fritz, so they decide to cool down by taking a dip in the gulf. As usual, Dave (typical guy) isn’t too concerned that he doesn’t have bathing suit on him. I hope you enjoy it!
Dave pulled off his jeans. Underneath he had on a pair of board shorts. Georgia crossed her arms over her chest. “That’s a bathing suit.”
“You sound disappointed.”
“Well, I’m not.”
He gave her a look that said he didn’t believe her. “Your turn.”
“I’m not stripping down to my underwear.”
“Suit yourself.” He walked out the sliding glass doors and onto the beach.
Georgia watched, blatantly jealous as he dove into the cool blue water.
He made her feel prudish. But she wasn’t a prude. There was just something… unnerving about him. Like she was betraying Spencer. Which was ridiculous. Dave had absolutely nothing over Spencer. Spencer was classically handsome, smooth, successful, smart, urbane, thoughtful (well, most of the time).
Dave on the other hand, was just sort of good looking. Sure, he had a nice butt and every once in a while he could be funny, but he was like beer. It was tasty, but who wanted beer if you could have champagne? And she was definitely a champagne kind of girl.
If Dave could strip down to almost nothing, then so could she. Besides, he’d already seen her boobs. And it wasn’t like she was naked. She was wearing a bra and underwear.
Her bikini was a lot more revealing than—
Her fingers froze on the jeans zipper.
Shit. She’d forgotten she was wearing granny panties.
But that was good, wasn’t it? It was in no way revealing. Or sexy. Or anything remotely connected to sexy.
She bit her bottom lip. What if Dave thought this was the sort of underwear she wore all the time? She craned her neck to see him floating on top of the calm water. It looked absolutely blissful.
A river of sweat ran down her back, pooling into her already damp jeans.
The hell with it. What did she care what Dave Hernandez thought of her underwear?
She peeled off the jeans and dumped them onto the floor. Just stripping down felt good. She could only imagine how the cool ocean water would feel next to her overheated skin. She’d keep the sweaty T-shirt on till the last second. Just in case someone should come by.
She waded over the shore and dipped her toe into the ocean. Dave was still floating, oblivious to her.
“Go ahead, it feels great,” he called out.
What? Did he have eyelids on the side of his head?
“Don’t look!” she yelled, hastily working her way out of the T-shirt. She dumped it onto the sand then ran into the water and dove in. It felt as delicious as she had imagined, the salty water all cold and tingly against her skin. She surfaced and planted her feet on the sandy bottom. The water was chest deep.
“What wasn’t I supposed to look at?” Dave asked, coming out of his floating position. He ran his hand through his wet hair, slicking it back. It emphasized his strong cheekbones and square jaw. Her gaze drifted lower, to his mouth. She remembered how slowly he’d kissed her—
“Nothing,” she said, relieved that he’d obviously not caught sight of her granny panties. She’d worry later about him seeing them when they got out of the water.
PS: If you confess and tell me that at any point in your adult life, you’ve worn a pair of granny panties, I’ll give you a free autographed copy of BUNCO BABES GONE WILD. Just leave a comment here or on on my Facebook page! I’ll be giving out one copy per site (website and FB page.) US entries only, please. Contest ends this Friday, May 23 at midnight.
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14 Replies to “Getting caught in your Granny Panties could win you a free book!”
CGTS on your latest book! Another winner!
Thanks, Tom 🙂 Actually, this is an older book, published back in 2009. My current wip (work in progress) takes place in the same setting with many of the same characters, so you can call it a precursor.
I haven’t worn granny panties but I did wear my husband’s briefs while I was pregnant with our first!! Would love to win this book, thank you so much!!
Oh, Robin, hubby’s underwear definitely counts! Great story 🙂
Well, when I was preggers with my twins I told my hubs he’d have to deal with the granny panties! LOL It’s hard finding comfy undies during pregnancy much less while preggers with multiples!
Thanks for the chance!
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Twins? Oy vey! Yes, granny panties are definitely called for in those circumstances. Thanks for stopping by and commenting!
After my C-Section. low cut underwear still still bug me sometimes. And if I haven’t done laundry in a while I will totally rock the granny panties.
Yup, laundry dictates my wardrobe on many a day 🙂
Thanks for stopping by, Amber!
I wear granny panties all the time because I love them and think they are so comfy!!!! But I’ve NEVER told anyone that before!!! Embarrassing!!! Lol!! I do have some fancy and cute undies that I have stocked away for when they are needed. Haha!!! I hope no one I know reads this!!! Ekkk! The things you admit to, to win a free book from an amazing author! Lol!
LOL! Elizabeth, I’ve outed you! Thanks for ‘fessing’ up! And for the laugh today!
This is between us ladies right? I use to wear Granny panties they were more comfortable but I can’t find any that doesn’t ride up your butt cheeks. I got so tired of pulling them out I just said the hell with it and don’t wear any.
But I do love men boxers and wear them as shorts and to sleep in…does that count?
Cyn, LOL, yes, this is definitely between us ladies 🙂
And yes, men’s boxers count!
Most of the time I go commando – but if I wear panties I sometimes wear grannies
Hey, Linda! We share the same name! I don’t know many Geraci’s, so how fun is that? Oh, commando. That’s another post entirely 😉
Thanks for stopping by to comment!