Novel & Cerita I Wet My Panties

Certainly, I wasn't under the drugs anymore. But why was Dane's presence having this much control over my body? It was embarrassing. My breath came in quick spurts as I pulled down my trousers. My fingers fumbling as I shifted my panties to the side. Fucking hell! My entire panties had been soaked. Wet, warm and slimy. My fingers grazed through the wetness. I moaned silently, biting my bottom lip. Fragments of images flashed through my mind. Images of Dane's hands rubbing my clit.

Upside down, I watch my heavily soaked panties. ‘Jeez, Pam!’ The same part of me tries to scold me but I’m beyond that. I shove my hand in and peel off my panties. The rich sight has me gasping. It’s incredibly wild watching the slimy cum drip from my wet pussy. It carelessly spills along my thighs. It leaves me curling my toes and hoping to fuck with you. ‘PAM!’ I swipe a pad-full and pull out. Finally standing upright, I stare at my coated finger.

Heat flooded between my legs, a deep, aching throb that made me bite my lip hard. He groaned against my flesh, his tongue moving higher, lapping slowly, deliberately, tasting every inch of my soft, creamy inner thigh. Higher. Closer. His breath ghosted over my now-soaked panties, and I realized with burning shame how wet I already was—not from the water, but from *me*. My pussy was pulsing, slick and swollen, betraying me completely. “Uncle Richard… please… we can’t,” I whispered desperately, even as my thighs trembled in his grip.

I whisper to myself as I suck in air. “Here.” His hand slips past the curtain. I leap off the wall, and fuck, my legs unlock, freeing my cursed pussy. Like a damn river, it gushes. The thick warm wetness forms a clot on my panties, slowly soaking into my jeans. ‘Oh, my god—’ My hand dives for it, slips through my open thighs to palm my leaking cunt. I'm not sure what I'm doing, but I rub the aching bud, soothing it as much as I can.

I can do something as simple as touching my own body while he watches, can’t I? He stops his wonderful tongue action and crazy good finger massages and waits. Slowly, my hand travels the length of my body, past my ribs and belly, before stopping at the juncture of my thighs. I’m shocked to feel how warm I am and even more shocked to find out just how wet. My panties are sodden. And the bed below me is soaking wet. Have I ever been this wet in my life?

I said, my panties getting wetter as I went on. "Well, I saw you licking one hand." "Yes, whatever. The point is I really get into it when I...um....do that." "You mean greasing the gash...frig yourself. Diddle your cunt." I sighed, trying to hide how hot I was getting with her choice of words. "However you want to put it. My point is I'm alone when I...do it...and I felt very self-conscious when I realized you were watching me." "Why? I woke up this morning soaked, and not from sweat. I used your vibrator before you got up. It's not as useful as some of my toys that I left behind, but it did the job. But then, you know that."

I could barely control my moans, which had turned into high-pitched, pathetic whimpers of need. Below the waist, I was a mess. I could feel my panties soaking quickly, the slick of my heat coating the fabric and making it cling to my skin in a way that was both uncomfortable and incredibly arousing. I was so turned on it was crazy; the scent of my own readiness was filling the room, driving us both toward the edge.

I shifted on my knees, feeling the damp spot in my panties chafe against my swollen folds. I could tell him how I lay in my dorm bed this morning, shoved my hand into my panties, and found my cunt already wet and swollen for the man I was not supposed to want. I could describe how I pulled up his hospital profile picture and imagined that stern, professional mouth sucking my nipples until I screamed. I could tell him how I rubbed my clit in fast, tight circles, pretending his fingers were inside me, stretching me and his thumb grinding right where I needed it. Or how I came so hard that my legs have been wobbly ever since. Or how I was still wet. Or how I was hoping that wetness is what he’l

And it dangled at the entrance of her pussy, aching to push through her panties. Her panties were still on her waist. I reached for the waistline and pulled it down, still staring into her eyes to watch her expressions, and I snatched the little piece of fabric off her waist. She gasped. “Don’t worry,” I cooed, tasting her panties after inhaling her sweet scent. “I’ll be gentle.” I threw her panties down to the floor. My hands reached for the shower and turned it on, the cold water rushing in full force as droplets splattered all over the floor and on my body.

I grab the waistband of my sweats and push them down. I hesitate for a few seconds, then lower my undergarments. "Tell me how wet you are for me, baby. Tell me how much you want me by your side right now at this very moment." His words hit me straight to my core, and I press my thighs together. I back myself up against the wall. I feel myself getting wetter by the second. God, this is so wrong of me. What am I even doing? I don't even know what to do. I've never really touched myself before.