Gooey Panties Novels & Stories

I felt my dress lifted to my waist, and my bare skin tingled after the exposure. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I was in my pink panties. The mummy kind. Oh, fuck it! I picked the wrong day to wear the wrong panties. Guys like Hayden wouldn’t like this. Obviously, they wouldn’t. It’s just that the coverage panties were more comfortable than the G-strings, which Jake and I call catapults. How was I supposed to know I’d bump into Hayden at the restaurant? Was he staring? Did my underwear turn him off?

Clothes are flung everywhere, and there's a pyramid of beer cans on the table. "This... is not going to work," I mutter, stepping into the living room. "What?" he shrugs. A bright pair of blue panties catches my eye. Using my pointer finger and thumb like tweezers, I tug them out of the gray chair and hold them up. They're so small I couldn't fit one leg in them. Is that the kind of girls Max is into?

Her skin was fair, luminous, almost translucent, and I could see the blue veins beneath the surface, a map of treasures I had never imagined I would be allowed to explore. She smiled, seeing my gaze. “Like what you see?” she asked, her voice a provocative whisper. “Anya…” “Wait. It’s not over.” Her hands moved down to the sweatpants. She untied them slowly, her fingers sliding along the waistband of the panties I had not yet seen. When the pants fell, revealing her long, toned legs, I held my breath. The panties were a thong. Black. Tiny. Damn. “You’re a bitch,” I whispered, my voice failing.

Those sea-blue eyes stayed glued to my face, watching every move. I hooked my fingers into her lace tights—felt like a second skin clinging to her—and tugged them down. Next came her black cotton panties, soaked through with a dark circle of wetness that told me everything I needed to know. I brought them to my nose, inhaling deep—her scent was intoxicating, musky and sweet, like forbidden fruit. I shoved them into my pocket. "I think I need to get you some new panties," I groaned, the words coming out thick.

Distantly he heard Juicy's moan and he began to strain against the zipper of his jeans. He gently pushed her back onto the bed, and stripped himself naked but taking much longer to drag down the material of her ankle length linen skirt. His eyes were met with the sight of her matching black French cut panties and his full erection became even fuller. He slid his body against hers, his hands exploring her.

He took out the designer bag and open it up, it contained two new bras and two panties both of Victoria's secret brand. Jason smiled when he noticed the panties had a cut at the pussy area, so that's what ladies call it, honeymoon panties, he laughed. He took the designer pack and brought it out, "Here you go " He said smiling. "Thanks" He noticed she sighed. Yeah, no doubt her grannies panties was the reason she had not wanted him to get her undies for her. "Excuse me" She turned to leave, but then moaned loudly in pains as she took one step.