Novel & Cerita I Wet My Panties

I moved over to my bed, not wanting to sit down on the chair in my wet cotton panties. "So?" He waited until I was done moving around. "How wet are you?" I slipped my fingers inside my undies and shuddered at the instant response generated by my own soft touch. "Dripping." "Are you playing with yourself?" Caught! Automatically I stopped swirling my fingers between my labia. "You are, aren't you, gorgeous? Come on, admit it." "I was," I confessed. "Don't stop," he whispered. "I want to hear you make yourself come."

Her panties were already damp and I groaned. "So wet for me," I said, rubbing her through the fabric. "Been thinking about this too?" "Yes," She admitted breathlessly. "Fuck, yes. I couldn't stop thinking about yesterday." I hooked my fingers in her panties and pulled them down her legs, pocketing them. She made a small sound of protest but I just smiled. "You won't be needing these." I said, then spread her legs wider. She was glistening, her pussy pink and swollen. I dragged one finger through her wetness and she shuddered.

I moan into his mouth when I feel him rub my clit softly through my panties. “You're so wet for me, little one,” he growls in my ears. I nod, unable to speak. I should be ashamed that my panties are soaking wet because of my best friend's dad, but I don't feel any single atom of shame in me. He begins to rub circles on the wetness, at the entrance of my pussy and I moan loudly again. My pussy is throbbing and I feel a maddening ache in there that I can no longer wait.

I was completely trapped by the sight of him. I didn't even know when I reached down, my hand trembling as I slid my fingers under the hem of my tight pencil skirt. I slid my hand up the bare skin of my thigh until my fingers reached the thin lace of my panties. Fuck. They were completely soaked, dripping with my own juices. I slipped two fingers under the fabric, pressing them flat against my swollen, pulsing folds. The cold air of the bathroom hit my wet skin, making me shiver. Knowing he couldn't hear a single thing gave me a sudden rush of wicked bravery.

I slipped a hand down and felt the unmistakable wetness between my thighs. Sticky. Warm. I yanked back my hand like it burned. No. No way. I turned to look at Jared beside me. Still sound asleep. Unbothered. Oblivious. My body buzzed, overwhelmed, shamed, needy. I stood too fast, tripping over the sheets as I staggered into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I shoved down my panties and stared at the proof. Soaked. Completely, embarrassingly drenched. The cotton clung to me in the worst way.

I am so lost. I sigh as finally, my mind begins to drift back to what happened earlier. I close my eyes and think back to Michael's actions, his gaze, and his face and I feel myself starting to be agitated again. My lower abdomen is starting to heat up again and my crotch is tickling me. It's so embarrassing when I feel like something is dripping from my crotch. I decided to check to put a finger and it was the same liquid as on my panties. Jeanne, I'm sick.

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.

---------------~[MARILYN'S POV]~------------------ The next morning is in a dripping state for me because ... well ...... I am freaking horny. If there's anything sex with Frederick yesterday has done to me, it has made my desire for it much more intense. The first thing that woke me up this morning was my soaking wet underwear and my uncontrolable tossing and moaning on the bed. This is just too much to take in. I bite my lip and find myself sliping my fingers into my panty . I groan as I feel my wet pussy and arch my back biting my lip as I caress it slowly breathing hard.

~Bethany~ I need to call Jobalt to update him on where to meet him for the Foxgove shrub. That will take my mind off how fucking wet I am. I shut the room door behind me and blow out a breath, covering my face. But my panties are damp with neediness. It’s ridiculous that just the thought of them with me like that incites this kind of reaction from my body. It makes me squirm, huffing at the arousal that I already know I can’t get rid of by touching myself because that never fucking gets me there.