I Wet My Panties Novels & Stories

I walked away fast enough to get into the restroom. I’m very glad I chose to wear a bra despite having firm perky breasts because I could tell from the way my body was reacting that my nipples are very very hard. I slipped a finger into my dress and I wasn’t wrong. “Shit.” There was no point confirming the wetness of my panties, I was already soaked and I care isn’t taken, I might have a pool dripping from my cunt. Even though I try to not react to him; it’s impossible to not. I always feel my heartbeat in the most intimate place ever.

My panties were already damp. “I'm not hungry anymore”I told him as he gave me a questioning gaze before looking down at his food. I washed my dishes and rushed straight to my room. I sat down on the soft bed sheet rubbing my wet clits in-between my panties and the sheets. Fuck!! This wouldn't do !! I stood up, grabbing my toy from the desk I dropped it earlier on. I lifted my skirt up and thrusted it inside me. I imagined it was Dave dick thrusting inside my wet pussy.

I slid down to the floor for a second, thighs clenched tight. I was dripping. Literally dripping. My panties were soaked through, clinging sticky to my skin. I could feel it every time I moved. Wetness coating my inner thighs. I couldn't take it anymore. I stood up shaky and yanked my sundress over my head, tossing it aside. My bra came next. Then my panties. I peeled them off slow, watching the wet spot in the crotch. God. I was a mess. For him. Because of him. I crawled onto my bed naked, the cool sheets making me shiver. But I was burning up inside. My pussy throbbed so bad it hurt. Aching. Needing.

I had the feeling that he was going to try grabbing my non existent penis. He tugged at my buttons, and was really going to go down. My stomach gurgled, and I felt an instant wetness in my panties. My eyes widened as I realized what the problem had been since. “My fucking PERIOD!” I thought to myself. The blue trousers I wore would probably embarrass me soon, and reveal my secrets. I wasn't sure if the panties I wore could absorb much moisture. Mr Harry was going to make a move on my panties. I have to come up with something really fast!

My cock twitches, jerking up. “Fucking hell,” I groan, jaw ticking with barely restrained control. I shouldn’t do this. Even as I think that, I fist the panties. A harsh exhale leaves my lungs. It’s soft. Too soft, like butter. It teases my skin, stirring my nerve endings to life. And just like that, everything rushes back and all I see is Wren. All I feel is her soft fleshy skin as I dragged the panties down her legs, the pool of wetness between her thighs...

“Is this who you are? Someone who breaks her promises?” I shake my head, feverish, panting. “Good girl. Fingers,” he orders. “Now.” I shove my hand down my underwear with no grace. “Oh my God.” It’s just . . . so much. Way too much. “Why am I so wet?” “It’s normal,” he says. “You’re going to need it.” “F- for what?” He exhales against my shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. Just touch yourself.”

It turned me on so much. "Can I get you anything, Stan?" I asked. He waved his hand no. Then I saw it. He had a huge bulge in his grey joggers. I bit my lip hard. I had to get away before I jumped him. I excused myself to take a bath. I rushed into my room. I was soaking wet. I slid my hand into my panties. I pulled out my fingers and they were covered in sticky, gooey discharge. I put them in my mouth. I moaned at the taste of myself.

just a fantasy, not anything either of us would ever actually do for real. I rolled myself back over again, sat up, pulled my hand out of my panties. My eyes went wide, seeing the white, creIris mess I'd made. And I hadn't even been fingering myself, only playing with my clitty and lips! I quickly sucked my fingers clean, not daring to look inside my panties at the mess I must have made, refastening my jeans. I closed my laptop, stood and set it onto my desk, looking into my mirror as I rubbed the tears from my eyes and cheeks, grabbing a T-shirt from my hamper to dab away the sweat from my skin. I strode to my door...

Don't jerk off thinking about me. Zane- I may leave class and do just that. Not like we actually have to be here if she is. Me- NO my panties are not wet! That's a total lie I was in such a hurry to change out of my pajamas that I totally forgot to change my soaked panties, I can feel the wetness rubbing against my thighs and its disgusting. They definitely do not need to know that though. Zane- I don't fucking like liars and right now you're being one. I felt how greedy that cunt was for me.

Shamefully, eagerly wet. His fingers traced the edge of my panties, feeling how soaked the fabric had become. A quiet shiver ran through me as he pressed the flat of his hand firmly against my center, rubbing slow circles over my swollen clit through the drenched lace. The pressure was perfect, teasing yet deliberate. On the screen, a woman screamed as something monstrous chased her through a pitch-black forest, but I could barely register it. All my mind was focused on was Lucas’s hand working between my spread thighs in the dark.