Look At My Panties Novels & Stories

Clothes are flung everywhere, and there's a pyramid of beer cans on the table. "This... is not going to work," I mutter, stepping into the living room. "What?" he shrugs. A bright pair of blue panties catches my eye. Using my pointer finger and thumb like tweezers, I tug them out of the gray chair and hold them up. They're so small I couldn't fit one leg in them. Is that the kind of girls Max is into?

I kick it away, into a pile with my discarded blouse. Miles looks over my body. My panties match my bra, light pink lace. The panties are a bit more see-through though, not leaving much to the imagination. As Miles stares at the apex of my thighs, the ocean in his eyes becomes a hurricane.

Each step I took towards the changing room sent more soreness through my already sore pussy. Hell! I wanted him so bad. When I got back into the room, the feel of his gaze still lingered on me, it was like he was there, watching me as I stretched out the panties he asked me to wear, his words echoing in my mind again: I want to see you, wearing my favorite color. My eyes fell on the price tag of the panties and I gasped. 800 fucking dollars for just panties? That’s crazy.

“Why do you have this? Who does it belong to?” Aleksei doesn’t answer. The panties I am holding are lacy, pink and white. I look closer, and heat floods me. Recognition stabs through my stomach. “These are mine.” My whisper feels too loud. My eyes narrow as I study them again, yes, I’m certain. There is a pink heart drawn on the white part. I put it there. My panties. My gaze snaps to him. “Where did you get this?” My face burns hotter with every word.

His pupils darkened further, gaze narrowing on my hardened peaks as he visibly swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing. He wanted me. He didn't hide it. But he was also patient, and a part of me wondered how long it would last. I reached for the button and zip of my jeans and undid them before shrugging it off, I was left in only my white cotton panties that I had picked without much consideration today. And now he saw the cherry design that covered the entire front as well as the wet patch I knew was currently visible. He watched me like I was his favorite show, eyes following every movement as I held the waist band of my panties, ready to pull them down.

A blond, golden-skinned douchebag? “Show me your panties,” I command her. The whites of her eyes show. “What?” “Show them to me.” I’m not in the mood for games. All I can think is that she stole the sexy panties back from my drawer. Visions of Kye’s hands squeezing the flesh of her ass over the sheer lace of Melanie’s panties are dancing through my head. A bright flush rises on her cheeks as she tentatively pinches the hem of her skirt, looking back up at me for confirmation.

It's a female's panties. And not just any female's underwear, it's Lily's!!!

It’s all I can think of – its all I want, and all I could ever want. I am on my knees now – all caution and propriety are vanished. With both hands, I part her thighs and begin to lick up the track of the little brown stream on her right thigh. I am inching my way towards her panties and the forbidden treasures they hold. Her shit is thicker now, hotter, stronger and more arousing. I have hiked her dress up to her waist, exposing her beige cotton panties. My eyes are met with an indescribably perverse sight. Her lovely panties are bulging with her hot soft shit. It is seeping out of the right leg-hole, staining her cotton crotch a wet brownish yellow.

I stuttered. He didn't respond or even look at me. My heart clenched slightly. I lowered my gaze as a thought came to my mind. I moved my hands under my dress and gripped the band of my panties. I felt turned on by my action already as I pulled down my panties and picked them up. I looked at him. His eyes are on me. JACKPOT! I stood up straight, looking at him. His eyes are still on me. Touch me a little, please.

With a mixture of excitement and nervousness, I carefully pulled the lingerie from the hanger. Stepping out of my clothes, I stood before the full-length mirror. The soft light from the chandelier bathed the room, casting a romantic glow. I slipped the panties up my legs, feeling the coolness of the lace against my skin. They fit perfectly, hugging my curves in all the right places. The intricate patterns of the lace seemed to accentuate every dip and swell, creating an alluring silhouette.