Hot Wet Panties Novels & Stories

My legs were slightly spread apart, and I could feel how wet my sex was. “En…Enzo…” His fingers wandered into my panties and made circles over my clit. I buried my face into his thigh to muffle the moans, while he chuckled. “So wet. It’s so beautiful.” Without warning, he grabbed my underwear and pulled. A sharp ripping sound echoed in the room. I didn’t have to see to know that one of my favourite pairs of panties was now in shreds and lying miserably on the floor somewhere. “Hey! That was my favourite pair!”

"As you wish, your majesty." Today, she wore a purple lace panty which was already soaking wet when I removed it. Unlike other girls, her hygiene was top tier. It matters and it's never embarrassing to let the partner know they have bad hygiene. (Like honestly if they stink it's not pretty sex lmao)

I knew exactly what he wanted. Face burning with shame and arousal, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my ruined panties and shoved them down my shaky legs. They were so wet they clung to my thighs for a second before I stepped out of them. My hands trembled as I held the soaked lace out to him. "Good girl," he praised darkly, taking the dripping panties from my fingers and shoving them into his pocket like a trophy. Then his fingers touched my core, sending a shiver running down my spine. My legs parted and my hips pressed forward as his fingers found my already swollen clit… and rubbed slowly. The more he rubbed, the more shamelessly wet I got. I could barely feel my legs.

I mean a few minutes wouldn’t hurt, right? Like instinct, I spread my legs wider. The feeling of the soft silk brushing against my skin turns me on even more. Before long, I’ve pulled off the pants every worker here is required to wear. They’re thin and completely overworn that I hear a rip, probably from the speed I took it off, but I don’t care. I am too completely turned on to care about anything at this point. When my finger reaches underneath there, I instantly feel the wet spot on my panties. I am completely soaked and I haven’t even done much.

His voice was cold as ice and when he picked up my pantie from the floor, I froze, my face flushing red with embarrassment. "Give back that! What right do you have to touch my underwear!" I yelled, trying to reach for it but the motherfucker was taller. "Hmm….." he hummed, sliding his fingertips along the soaked fabric, "G-string? our dear nerdy wears sexy panties too? Hmm, interesting. But why is it so wet, who made you cum this much?" I twisted my face in pure disgust when he brought it close to his nose and took a long sniff. "Wow….such depraved scent…."

As he knelt before me, with a skilled hand, he spread my legs, causing my skirt to slide down, revealing my panties. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I realized the state of my panties. They were soaking wet with arousal, betraying my innermost desires. I couldn't help but slap my hands on my face in shame, feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable. How could I be so shameless? His rough chuckle echoed through the room, making my toes curl in awkwardness. As he removed my panty with tenderness, the coldness around me made me realize that my kitty was radiating a hot, raging fire heat. Not some normal heat.

Wetness slick and heavy, soaking through my panties. Without turning to face him, I let my back remain against his chest. I wanted to feel him this way; hot, broad, looming over me. My hand slid down, trembling with urgency, until one finger hooked the thin band of my panties. I dragged it aside, gasping softly as the cool air met my swollen heat. I could feel how wet I was, dripping, shameless. My fingers brushed against myself, and I whimpered at my own touch. But I didn’t linger.

He personally shopped for me. He got me sexy lingerie and I wear them every night, but then he doesn’t touch me. It makes me wonder why he got them for me in the first place. I pull my panties down my legs. I know he can see how wet they are. I don’t know why I get so wet. Is this normal? My face heats. I soaked my panties through, and now I’m getting my thighs all wet, too. “Open your legs.” There’s a hard edge to his tone, one that only excites me more. “Now touch yourself.” It’s not a request but a command.

Matteo took her wet panties and held them up to his nose. He inhaled her wet panties, trying to scent her arousal. The aroma was divine and extremely stimulating. He could feel his cock firming up and expanding in his pants. "I really love the color of your panties Princess... Brown….my favorite" he sniffed in. "And it smell so good, Princess." Matteo hummed as he sniffed, admiring her naked body on the bed. He moved her panties from his nose to his lips, kissing them before licking the wet spot in her panties.