I Wet My Panties Novels & Stories

I noticed my underwear was wet. Lying back again, I dip my fingers into the elastic band of my cotton panties heading further south. I don’t have my period until next month and especially with the birth control that I’m on. Maybe the stress and the current hardship of my life have me running red again. As I bring my fingers up to my face. I noticed it was wet, sticky, pearly and iridescent. This is cum. I must have had a wet dream.

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.

“Go ahead and get clean.” I gulp. Oh god, can I do it? Can I shower in front of the hottest men I’ve ever met, letting them see my everything? And the real Lily takes over then because with a soft nod, I reach down. Slowly hooking my fingers into the sides of the thin elastic, I pull my panties down, the cotton easing to my knees. And oh god, it’s embarrassing. Because a thin strand of pussy cum connects my hole to the soft fabric, clear and juicy, evidence of my need.

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.

I know my panties must be wet, it has happened to me countless times, sometimes i even thought of how his huge dick will feel in my throat. I know am not supposed to have this feeling but i just can't help myself from admiring his figure. "he's just so perfect", i thought..i quickly said sorry and told him i brought his juice before leaving his room with my heart pounding in my chest and my pussy so wet that i can feel it dripping .