Creamy Panty Novels & Stories

Her cheeks were pink, her eyes smoky, her lips full and shiny as she ran her tongue across them. Slowly, putting on a show for herself, Toni unbuttoned the shirt and let it hang open. Her skimpy white panties were sheer enough to let the black tuft of her pubic hair show through. The crotch of the panties was damp, clinging, outlining the cleft of her pussy.

Until I find bare skin. Her smooth legs are right in front of me. Tone and thin, a hint of a tan, but still pretty fair-skinned. She lays on her back, her legs comfortably spread a foot or two apart. Oh god she’s only wearing panties. The same style as the ones in the laundry room, only a pale lavender color. Low cut, a standard comfy style, elastic strap at the top. I can tell how thick her hips are. She hides it well at work, always in a slimming business skirt. But she’s nice a curvy.

“What are you working on?” Dampness is already spreading on the crotch of my panties. “Um…I’m studying for my fashion merchandising final.” Clement hums low in his throat and flips up my skirt, revealing the frilly, white panties he bought me, leaving them in my drawer without a conversation. Right alongside the cheetah print thong Nicholas bought for me to rile up Clement.

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟ "You smell fucking amazing..." My hands smoothly slide her pants down, revealing her panties, her now soaked panties. I almost let out a whistle. She's got these cotton panties on, pink with red and white roses. There's a tiny silk rose sewn onto the front. Most of the roses on the front are darker than the ones on her hips. Her slick has soaked right into the fabric. "I can't wait to taste you." I kiss a path down her thighs, wanting to savor every inch of her skin. Her skin is so soft and she smells ... clean. I don't know how else to explain it. Fresh and beautiful with a hint of something fruity.

I'm secretly a flirt, why not i'm a fun person even though I don't have any friends, though someday I might. One of the cool things about Mrs. Carter is she likes to buy us nice clothes, and says we have to have matching undergarments, jshes always told me dont be one of thoes girls that were red panties under white pants she also says dont't show your under colors or lines. Its not proper for a young woman. So I had on matching blue thong and lace bra. No panty lines here. I was looking at myslef in my long wal mirror.

When Elayne had said she was wearing matching panties, she'd really meant it. Not only were they the same, sexy black silk, but somehow they were even more revealing than her bra was. I could instantly tell that she was completely shaven as well as getting a near-perfect view of her incredible pussy. From the look of things, my sister was just as turned on as I was. It took all of my self-control to not shove my head into her crotch to try and eat her out.

She had her pocket-sized portfolio, her wallet, apartment keys, phone, and mints, plus all the rest of the crap that filled her handbag like tampons and old shopping receipts, and tissues. She ran her hands over her body just to check that she was fully clothed even though she’d checked herself in the mirror a hundred times or more since getting dressed. She hitched up her panties. The damned things kept inching down her hips. It had been a slight oversight on her part to make sure her laundry was done. She’d been so focused on ‘The Outfit’ she hadn’t put much thought into what she would wear underneath. Thankfully her favorite bra was clean, but she was down to her last few pairs of panties

At last, Preshy stood before me, having provocatively flounced in wearing her final coup de grace: a pair of barely-existent string panties made from two tiny triangular wisps of scarlet semi-transparent gauze. I laced up at each hip by a thin ribbon, and a matching open-shelf bra which consisted of a band of fabric below her breasts with just the very bottom outline of the bra cups – the effect being to give a modest amount of uplift, whilst exhibiting a thoroughly immodest 90% of her breasts, with her rosy nipples fully on display. I noted their stiff pinkness, but realised that her state of excitement might be due to exhibiting her work rather than her body, and for the career opportunity

Instead I pressed on. "And this," I said, pausing for dramatic effect, "is what a bride's panties look like." I slowly pulled my dress up to my chest. Jake's mouth dropped open. "Wow," he said. I looked down at Jake's pants. I recognised the big bulge I'd seen many times before. The sight of it made me feel woozy. "I love how they're sort of transparent," he said. The panties I wore were mostly white sheer material with a solid white patch covering my pussy.

The creamy streak forms soft lumps down my sticky pussy and wet thighs. Hopefully, she sees what she seeks. I swing my hips a bit generously, taunting her old nerves. Once in the female restroom, I slide my hand beneath my skirt, toss my cotton pants aside, and clean up my used cunt, wiping off the thick cream that fills up the first fold of the tissue. Again, I swipe, wiping off our sins that were dumped on me. “Hmm,” I sigh. The occasional strokes of my fingers on my soft skin remind me of his cock pushing…