Novel & Cerita I Wet My Panties

She soon showed me a bathroom attached to a room. I rushed inside and closed the door behind me, the lock clicking with a sense of finality. I immediately grabbed the waistband of my jeans and pulled them down to my knees. My panties were soaked, and my breathing was heavy, ragged. A wave of confusion and self-loathing washed over me. Why was I craving and getting wet for someone I hated? Someone I was supposed to hate?

And I know this is not the right time or right situation but I start to feel wetness down there in pussy. God help me!!!

“Yeah? You liked that? You want my hand there again? Sliding up under your shirt… brushing over your bra?” “Yes,” I breathed, my free hand sliding slowly down my stomach. “I’ve been wet ever since the party. I can’t stop thinking about it.” “Touch yourself for me,” he said, his voice dropping lower, rougher. “Tell me how wet you are right now.” I slipped my hand into my panties, gasping softly the moment my fingers brushed over my swollen, sensitive clit. “I’m… really wet. My panties are soaked. My clit is throbbing.”

"I bet your pussy is already wet for me. Tell me the truth." I look around. Some colleagues are talking nearby. A few men glance at my chest when they think I am not looking. I feel naughty and excited. "Yes," I admit. "I am wet." Ryan smiles and slides his hand under the back of my dress. His fingers touch my bare ass. I did not wear panties either. He asked me not to. His middle finger finds my wet slit from behind and rubs it gently. I almost drop my glass. Pleasure shoots through me.

The nerve of Harry! “No, we can’t. I have a man. We can’t, Harry.” I was on the verge of tears. Without warning, Harry yanked my panties down. “Do you have any idea how soaked you are?” Shame crept onto my cheeks. Before I knew, Harry spread my cheeks and ploughed into me.

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.

Heat spread between my thighs, and my body ached for him, but I wanted to keep the upper hand. “Who said I am wearing panties?” I asked with a teasing smirk. His eyes widened, growing darker, the thought clearly getting to him. He did not need to know I actually had them on. That was my little secret. Before he could react, I stepped away from him and caught the attention of one of the bar staff. “Sorry for the wait,” she said with a friendly smile. “It is fine. I can see you have been busy,” I replied with a soft laugh. “Could I get a Scotch on the rocks and a glass of rosé wine, please?”

Now, I spread the liquid myself, covering every inch of my body. The warmth had spread over my panties. Flooding them. Drawing them. I put two fingers underneath the cotton, and imagined Max doing the same thing with Ellie. Another cold spike rolled over my skin. Banishing every chance for a second thought, I pulled my panties aside, stuck two fingers in mouth and drew them out wet and slippery. “Why… can't we just fuck?” I said, more to myself than to the watching followers. I slid over my clit, tracing my opening, then—

With that goal in mind, I slip my hand between us and brush a knuckle over her panties. “Is all this for me?” The material covering her pussy is soaking wet.

The naughtiness of it all was like a drug to me, and I realized as I turned back to him that my panties were soaking wet for him. As I stood there shyly, half in the dimlight of my room and half in shadow, I slowly hooked my fingers into the hem of my tiny panties and slowly pulled it down my feet. I could see Mr. Chase eyes blazing as they stared at me, and as I shivered under his gaze. I slowly lifted up the panties, examining that exact spot filled with my wetness for him.