I Wet My Panties Novels & Stories

she asked curiously, her eyes wide and fixated on it. “I don’t know,” I told her. “It feels… good.” She watched me stroking it for a moment, and then she leaned back against the arm of the couch and slowly stuck her hand inside her panties. I could see the outline of her hand underneath the fabric, and it started to move up and down. “Oh, my God,” I muttered, watching her touch herself. “Is it wet?” “Yes,” she whispered. “It’s wet.” “Can I see it?” I asked boldly.

My pussy juice had spilled down my leg when I came, so I awkwardly cleaned myself up with toilet paper. Once I was recovered more or less, I also wrung out my panties while they were wrapped in toilet paper to try and make them less damp, but after putting them on, I could still feel their humiliating wetness. Usually I loved sex. I loved coming; but the constant reminder by these wet panties that my son's cock had gotten me horny was too much to bear, so I took them back off. Instead, I hid the sexy wet thong in my purse and went to the sink to wash my hands and legs. Unfortunately, a mother with her child came in, so all I could do was wash my hands thoroughly, hoping that would be enough

The things he was going to do to me when he got home. I whimpered, wishing he could hear my voice instead of just watching me through the screen. The front of my panties was soaked, and I pressed my finger down onto my core, shivering when a shock of pleasure shot through me. The urge to shift the panties aside was so strong. “Fuck…”

Everything on my skin was heightened to unexplainable heights. It was like spreading peanut butter all over my body, becoming warm to the touch and melting off of me. What am I doing? I whispered to myself. My white laced panties were wet. Did I tinkle? Oh, I peed, how embarrassing! Throwing the covers off of me to jump in the shower, a steady knock was at the door. I stood in the middle of my room, not knowing what to do. To answer? It could be Luci, and he will see how upset I am. I didn’t want him to get mad. Bitting my fingernails, I took several steps to the bathroom until a friendly calling had me stop.

I want to see how wet you are. I reached down, my fingers trembling as I gripped the hem of the white dress. Slowly, agonizingly, I hiked it up, exposing my bare hips and the damp, glistening slit of my pussy. I wasn't wearing any panties... I never did for Big Daddy. I reached down, sliding two fingers into my folds, the wetness making a loud, squelching sound that echoed through the stream. "Mmmph... I'm so soaked," I moaned, my hips beginning to buck instinctively. "I've been thinking about you all day, Big Daddy. I'm such a mess for you."

Since such a beautiful woman was being so forward, I wouldn't be a real man if I backed down now. While no one was looking, I used the hairpin to cut the fabric around her private area. The black yoga pants instantly tore open, revealing the soft skin underneath. I was stunned. Hazel wore a thong underneath with only a single strap in the way. This was incredibly convenient! I used my finger to hook the corner of the strap and pulled it aside. My pulse raced at the sight of her core. It appeared incredibly delicate and was already quite damp. Hazel swayed her hips and spoke with desperate longing. "Mr. Brewer, hurry up and put it inside. I can't wait any longer."

I had to bite the inside of my cheek when he rubbed his fingers along my seam, finding my panties already soaking. 'Fucking hell, you are soaking. Get your sweet ass to the restroom now.'

It was shut tight, and I wondered where Demi was spending her night. I pushed open the heavy stairwell door, and the motion-sensor light flickered on. Before I could even step inside, I saw a woman in a red dress leaning against the wall by the stairs. Demi's face was flushed, her eyes were glazed and wet, and her lips were parted just slightly. One of her hands was hiking up her dress, kneading at her own curves. My gaze darkened. I swallowed hard and looked down. The shock hit me like a physical blow. Demi was touching herself!

“You are pathetic.” Her body flinched at my words, but another wave of shivers covered her arms. “Dirty little doll.” The more I talked, the more her nipples were standing at attention, the more her breathing was getting heavier, the more her hands were gripping the fabric they were tied with. My fingers traced her leg. “I bet you are one of the people who like reading p**n books in public.” I moved to her other leg, gripping her ankle. “I bet you keep a straight face while your panties are getting soaked.”