I Wet My Panties Novels & Stories

She screamed into the pillow to muffle the sound, but at the same time, she forced a pee in her pants. “What the hell?” She muttered. Feeling the wetness in her panties as she trotted to the bathroom, she locked herself in. Her office pants were the first to hit the floor, then her thong followed, then she opened her thighs to check the source of the wetness. To her dismay, milky liquid formed irregular lines as they trickled down her inner thighs.

They wouldn't be back now, I slid my finger in my panties and found myself surprisingly so wet. I felt the wet spot that was in my panties as I began to rub my clit while looking at the girl sucking the pussy of the other. I tilted my head and moaned. Damn I was so fucking turned on, I stayed on my clit for a bit, teasing myself. I rub then stop, I rub then stop again, I slid one of my fingers all the way into my pussy hole then I pulled it all the way out. I was fingering myself on their bed.

As soon as I sat down with Cathy sitting beside me, my face paled, my heart pounding in my ears as I realized… My panties are soaking wet!

I can feel my pussy dripping again, pulsing against the thin material of my panties. My pussy is swollen and fucking raw. It’s been wet and hot for three days straight without a break, all because my best friend’s mother doesn’t know how to cover up. I doubt it would make a difference even if she did, since all she has to do is just smile and my knees weaken.

I leaned back harder against the locked door, my legs feeling weak and shaky. My fingers travelled straight down to my pussy. I didn’t even think about it. I quickly unbuttoned my jeans and yanked the zipper down. My hand pushed inside my panties, sliding over my smooth skin until I reached my soaked folds. I was dripping wet. My panties were completely ruined, sticky and warm. My clit was swollen, sensitive, and begging for touch. The second my fingers brushed it, a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through me.

Already aroused, that German voice in her head kicked Sabrina's libido up to a thirteen on a ten point scale. Her playmates in easy reach, she wiggled out of her jeans. She sighed, wondering how long the wet spot had been showing on her crotch. Hopefully she'd not been walking around with it at work. She mopped herself with her panties and tossed them in the hamper thinking she'd need to do the wash tomorrow because she was going through underwear at an alarming rate. She was still wet, because the panty bath hadn't done any good.

Not like this. But I did. I leaned back, one leg propped on the cushion, the other planted on the floor. My pleated mini skirt rode up easily as I slid my hand beneath it. The white cotton panties were already damp. I pushed them aside with trembling fingers and dragged two through my slick folds, gasping at how sensitive I was. “Lucien…” The name slipped out in a whisper.

I whispered, unable to stop myself from begging for more. Axel smirked as he ran his fingers over the damp fabric of my panties, the thin material barely providing any barrier between his teasing strokes and my aching clit. "You're so deliciously wet, baby girl," he murmured, his voice a sinful whisper that made me shiver with anticipation. His fingers pressed down on my clit through my soaked panties, making me whimper and squirm beneath him. Axel expertly traced circles around the sensitive nub, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive me wild but never enough to bring me over the edge. I could feel my wetness seeping through the fabric, my panties becoming even more soaked with

I hear the chimes of the tips pouring in, and I smile as I spread my legs, teasing them with a view of my pussy. I squeeze my tits, slowly trailing down my hands between my legs and brushing my fingers over my thong. I lay on my back, giving them all a full view of my body. They’re going crazy with the tips and comments. I should do this more often. Hell, I should have done this sooner. “Slide your panties to the side.” I reach between my legs and slide my panties to the side like they instructed. I’m dripping wet, soaked all through my thong.

He was holding my tiny shorts in one hand, my soaked panties dangling from his fingers in the other. His eyes were dark, locked between my spread legs where my fingers were still buried in my dripping cunt. “Fuck…” I whispered, slamming my legs shut immediately, my face burning with shame even as my pussy clenched hard around my finger. Calvin stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click. “You left these on the floor,” he said, his voice low and rough, holding up my wet panties like a trophy. “I’m sorry… so sorry. I didn’t mean to touch myself,” I stammered, pulling my hand away, my voice trembling.