Messy Panties Novels & Stories

“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.

I hid it in one of my drawers until he left. As soon as he left she came into my office to ask for the panties. I told her it was torn and she said "no problem I have another pair in my handbag I will wear it"and she left my office. What the fuck? She had extra pair of panties in her bag so she came prepare very funny

Upside down, I watch my heavily soaked panties. ‘Jeez, Pam!’ The same part of me tries to scold me but I’m beyond that. I shove my hand in and peel off my panties. The rich sight has me gasping. It’s incredibly wild watching the slimy cum drip from my wet pussy. It carelessly spills along my thighs. It leaves me curling my toes and hoping to fuck with you. ‘PAM!’ I swipe a pad-full and pull out. Finally standing upright, I stare at my coated finger.

My classmates were gathered around my desk, laughing and holding their noses as if something smelled awful. “What’s going on?” I asked. The laughter died down immediately as everyone turned toward me. A few mumbled under their breath as they went back to their seats, some still giggling. Then I saw it, a pile of something on my desk. I walked closer, and my stomach dropped. It was a bunch of old, dirty panties. They smelled absolutely disgusting. There were about five pairs, and the stench was unbearable. I put my hands over my nose to stop myself from gagging. “Who the hell put this here? Who?” I demanded.

In a total failure of prudence, I lay on that wet towel with the panties in my mouth, picturing myself with her as I rubbed my rigid clit. I heard a noise. As I put the panties down, my sex-crazed brain now functioning I saw the label, size small. I gasped, staring at the stained panties, stunned. With a shaking hand, I returned the panties to the spot where I found them, not sure if I was careful enough. Too late now. I looked through the blind at the pool. The girl. The mystery blond teenager that I had watched riding her brother's cock and masturbating was cleaning our pool. The questions compounded: But the opportunity for clarity was present. I slipped on my shorts and tank and stepped

"Now the skirt." She nearly tripped, taking it off with her shoes still on, but she managed. The panties were red after all. They didn't quite match the brighter shade of her bra, but I could well imagine when you had to custom order bras because your tits weren't covered by the regular catalogs, you had to make do. Wine red. Almost black where her pussy had dampened them.

Where is it now? “Looking for this?” Adrian asked teasingly as he held up my hot pink lace panties. “…Yes” I replied as I reached out towards my panties. Just as my hand was about to reach its target, Adrian pulled my panties away from me. I looked at him with confusion at what he was doing. Now isn’t the time to play these games... “Hand it over…” I said as I pouted at him. “They’re dirty so I’m going to trash them…” Adrian stated matter-of-factly.

She doesn’t even know I have a daughter, and glancing at the clothing in the pile I’m sure she’s wondering who the new woman in my life is. At the top of the small pile of folded shirts and pants is a neat stack of small silk triangles. Lifting one up, I’m shocked to realize that I’m holding Melanie’s panties in my hand, a lacy red g-string I have enough X-rated memories of to recognize immediately. I lift up two more pairs, both Melanie’s, both slinky and inappropriate for a teenager, and before I know it I’m tearing through the pile of folded clothing looking for any evidence that Hazel has panties of her own.

She had her pocket-sized portfolio, her wallet, apartment keys, phone, and mints, plus all the rest of the crap that filled her handbag like tampons and old shopping receipts, and tissues. She ran her hands over her body just to check that she was fully clothed even though she’d checked herself in the mirror a hundred times or more since getting dressed. She hitched up her panties. The damned things kept inching down her hips. It had been a slight oversight on her part to make sure her laundry was done. She’d been so focused on ‘The Outfit’ she hadn’t put much thought into what she would wear underneath. Thankfully her favorite bra was clean, but she was down to her last few pairs of panties

She was always complaining, slowing everyone down. Jack, on the other hand, seemed to have endless patience and indulgence for her. "Alright. Let's see what's so heavy." He stopped the group, knelt, and opened Dakota's backpack himself. In front of everyone, she carefully pulled out her precious belongings, as if presenting a prized collection. There was a full set of luxury travel-sized skincare, a nearly unused oversized power bank, chips in every flavor, jelly, sour belts… and a heavy jar of peanut butter.