Romans & histoires Lost Her Panties

I stared at her whilst giving the driver a signal to halt the car. "I left my panties in the restroom" she whispered into my ear with her eyes wide open. "Go get them then, follow her" I obliged both her and a bodyguard of mine to go get her panties.Damn it! What if someone picks it up and searches for the owner. It would be embarrassing if everyone realizes that it's Diana's panties. It wasn't completely her fault, I caused the panties to leave her so it's partially my fault. I waited for several minutes to see Diana finally walk back into the car, happiness dawned on her features and she stepped in.

Next she went through her drawers trying to decide on what pants she wanted to go with the top. Then she spotted the perfect jeans, she hadn't worn these in a long time. She had to take her panties off to wear these though; they were that tight and low cut. She slipped her panties off and poured herself into the tight jeans. When she zipped them up and buttoned the top, she turned to the mirror to see the effect.

This was over. Instead, to my shock, my demure wife reached under her polka dot dress and pulled off her panties. They were white, cute, and cotton. She dropped them on the floor, then slid her dress back far enough so she could reach her own sex. No one could see anything private, only a bit of tan leg. But for Ariana it was scandalous.

"Good. I'm glad you feel that way because if I catch you so much as looking at another woman I will cut your dick off and feed it to the ducks." "Jesus, you drive a hard bargain. Is it too late to back out?" "Yes, it is." "Well ok then...I guess I can live with that." She took another step back and paused. She pushed her panties down her legs, stepped out of them and tossed them over her shoulder into the corner. I had never known how erotic and sensual the simple act of removing a pair of panties could be. I thought my eyeballs were going to explode. She held her arms out to the side and struck a model's pose. "This is it Bobby. This is what you get...this is what a soccer mom looks like...

“And my clothes?” “Torn. I had to throw them away.” “All of them?” “The corset was in three pieces. The skirt was stained with fluids. The panties…” He smiled. “The panties were a victim of my tail. I’m sorry.” “You’re not sorry at all.” “I’m not.” He agreed. I dialed Jess’s number while I got dressed. I managed to put on the panties and bra before she answered, but the sweatpants and t-shirt waited. Sitting on the edge of the bed, with my back to Mortyss, I listened to the phone ring.

I warn her and I see her eyes fill with tears, something is wrong here. "Loulou?" I ask, she let her legs open a little and I saw her pink panties are wet, she had an accident. "It's okay baby, it happens," I tell her and move to her suitcase, along the things I got her, I got her little panties and some cute outfits. I got her a pink panty with strawberries on them, I gave her the new pair and wiped her tears away landing a kiss on her nose.

“You really don’t want to find out what happens if you do.” She watched us both for a moment before he hands slowly moved downwards. She lifted her skirt higher, so her panties was visible. "Fuck." Caelum muttered. Yes, fuck. Her panties was soaked.

It hadn't been twenty-four hours yet, but damn, had I ever missed her body. It was her turn to be unresponsive. Leaving her in place, I snatched the scissors from their place on my desk and snipped first at her right hip, then her left, then pulled the stringy yellow panties free. I gave her naked ass a few soft pats. "All right, now you can go." "You know, that's the second school day in a row that you've stolen my panties. If this is going to be a daily thing, lemme know so I can buy more underwear."

(AMELIA) My hands are shaking as I stare at the photo on my screen. It's that of a dick. Not just any dick, but a dick wrapped in a pair of very familiar pink panties. The pair I took off this morning and hung in my bathroom. My heart stops and I drop the phone, rushing to my bathroom. For sure, my panties are not there. It leaves me unsettled to know the someone has been inside this mansion and my bedroom, probably not long ago.

Cassie said. “Months?” Danni said, horrified. “How did you find it?” “I was… here alone last break,” she began timidly. “I had to check a few of the rooms… I was kinda curious and just happened to open a couple of drawers… and there it was.” Cassie tried to make it seem very natural. “Wait, I remember I lost two pairs of my panties around then… one of them I only wore for my boyfriend… did you?” Danni trailed off.