Messy Panties Novels & Stories

“But that doesn’t mean they don’t have to look perfect.” The room inside is bigger than my entire apartment. King-sized bed. Velvet curtains. Marble bathroom. For guests. People who probably stay here for a weekend and then forget the place exists. I set my bag down carefully. Marta hands me a small notebook. “What’s this?” “Inventory log,” she says. “Rich people love lists.” I flip through it. Everything is cataloged. Sheets changed. Towels replaced. Dusting schedule. “Are they really that particular?” I asked.

I stood up on legs that barely felt like mine, knees soft, blood humming. Every inch of my body pulsed with memory, with desire, with that reckless craving that had never really gone quiet since the retreat. Slowly, deliberately, I peeled off my scrubs. Not all at once. I let them slide down my hips with a kind of teasing ease, like my skin was aching to be bared. Underneath, I wore the set I had no business wearing to work. Blood red. Lacy. Practically a sin.

She has to be fucked. I pulled her jeans down just enough to get a finger in her panties. She seemed really nervous but wasn't stopping me. Her smooth pussy was unusually wet. I fingered her until she was giving in to a little more. Then I pulled her jeans off. I pulled the leg of her panties to the side as I went to lick her. Her panties were sopping, but I didn't put too much thought to it. After all, it was clear. She was kind of a mess down there, but I was really horny and that was all that on my mind. She tasted a little different, but it wasn't offensive. Her pussy and panties were a real mess. I was rationalizing that Rick had made her really horny, and now I was about to reap the be

I drove my fingers harder and deeper at the thought, my lower abdomen shuddering violently at the friction. “Ooh .yes.. shit..” I groaned, arching my back off the floor, imagining his handsome, severe face looking at me, calling me his dirty slutty student as he rammed his weight into me. “Ahh…ahh ..oohh.” My thighs vibrated uncontrollably as my vision went completely dark. The sudden, intense gush of hot liquid coating my fingers were exactly the release I needed. With a trembling hand, I killed the video, threw my headset on the bed and finally walked into the bathroom.

Chris was absolutely stunned by what he saw. The red panties. The same red panties he remembered so well from under the stairs she had on. They were the perfect matching value and hue of red as the Santa suits they both wore. The soft curving slope of the cheeks of her ass was like the velvet surface inside a diamond jewelry box. And the cut was very French. The innocent slightly naughty sexiness of her panties was stunning and Chris literally lost his breath. He didn't realize he had lost his swallowing control also, until he tried to drink a sip of wine and immediately choked. "UGG HAKKK" he coughed.

A glimmer of amazement flashed across his dark, black eyes. A dense fog drifted out from the bathroom. The petite woman with her delicate figure slowly walked out. Her long black hair was wet from the water vapor. A few playful wisps of hair swung around her collarbones. The towel on the woman’s body was completely drenched. It clung tightly to her body, outlining her exquisite hourglass figure. “Give me a sec.” She crouched down, pulled the luggage from under the bed, and opened it up. Her undergarments were neatly arranged on the lid of the luggage.

I couldn’t pay attention to her delec- table spread, however, because my eyes were currently feasting on the sliver of fuchsia satin that was peeking out of the waistband of Joe’s jeans. Joe was on his hands and knees, with his head buried behind the set, as he explained that a couple of cables had popped loose. I blinked my eyes, wondering if I was dreaming. Nope—still there. Those were undeniably panties. No man’s underwear could be that shiny and sleek and pink. Joe’s a strong, six-foot-two guy who plays rugby on

I quickly went over to where those bastards had dumped my clothes in a pile and picked my cardigan up off the top. Underneath, in a crumpled heap lay my borrowed shirt, bra, panties and jeans. This dress was far too tight for underwear. As I reached down and picked up my panties I realised they were stuck to all the other clothing. Sighing I looked more closely only to drop the whole pile in horror. Those fucking skanky bastards! I was livid! But so fucking tired, as tears welled up in my eyes again. They’d fucking jacked off all over my clothes and left them here for me to find!

I’ve often heard stories of women leaving their panties for men to fantasize about. But I didn’t! It wasn’t intentional! I opened my mouth to say something but no words came out. Pulling myself together,I grabbed the panties and stuffed it into my pocket, “Mr Hudson,I admit..this is mine.And I was supposed to dispose it after bathing but I forgot and then we were suddenly in a hurry to get me out of here before anyone sees me so you can’t certainly find me cheap because of this.I have no intentions of seducing you so don’t overthink this.”

(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.