Moist Panties Novels & Stories

She moaned into my mouth as she seems really wet. I trailed my hands along her thigh reaching to her panti*s. She moaned. Gradually I placed my left hands on her b**bs and began squeezing it tightly. Though, the surface of her cloth were still in between her b**bs and my hands but it still feels like I’m touching it directly because the fabric of her cloths were soft and light and she was putting on no bra so it still seems flexible. By then, my fingers were already in between the hole of her pu**y but her panti*s were still guarding it.

Absolutely nothing. My eyes focus on a small dresser beside a rolling rack that she seems to be using as a makeshift closet. I pull the top drawer open and notice an array of panties. Nothing too extravagant, mostly basic cotton in black, white, and nude. I take one of the black ones and place it on my face while inhaling. It regretfully doesn’t contain her scent, but it had been on her skin.

"Tell me about this lingerie you've been hiding from me." I giggle, "Well, the corset laces up the back and it's made of lace. Entirely see through." He groans, "See through, huh?" "Mmmhmmm and the panties are made of see through lace as well." He gulps loudly. "Is that so?" "Yep." I say popping the p, "But you see they are magic panties." He cuts me off before I can explain, "Magic, magic panties? How? How are they magic?" He's fumbling with the room key and I almost feel bad for getting him this worked up already. Almost.

I whimpered softly, rolling onto my side and pressing my thighs together tightly, trying to ease the frustration. It only made it worse. “Tristan…” I whispered into the pillow, voice already breaking. My nipples were hard and aching against the thin fabric of my crop top. I could feel how wet my panties were- completely drenched, the slickness coating my inner thighs. I groaned in frustration, hips twitching involuntarily as I rubbed my legs together again, seeking any kind of relief. But…..Nothing helped. I couldn’t take it anymore. With shaky hands, I reached down and hooked my fingers into the waistband of my soaked panties. I peeled them off slowly, the cool air hitting my dripping pussy

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B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟ "You smell fucking amazing..." My hands smoothly slide her pants down, revealing her panties, her now soaked panties. I almost let out a whistle. She's got these cotton panties on, pink with red and white roses. There's a tiny silk rose sewn onto the front. Most of the roses on the front are darker than the ones on her hips. Her slick has soaked right into the fabric. "I can't wait to taste you." I kiss a path down her thighs, wanting to savor every inch of her skin. Her skin is so soft and she smells ... clean. I don't know how else to explain it. Fresh and beautiful with a hint of something fruity.

Trembling, weak at the knees, I unzipped it and let it fall to the floor. "Remove those panties." Complying, I lowered them, noticing the wet spot in the narrow cotton lining that had soaked up my juices. "I'll take those. You won't be getting them back. By the way, start wearing sexier, thong-style panties from now on." I said, "Yes, sir" as I handed my panties to him across his desk. He inspected the wet spot, smelled it, then put my panties in his desk drawer. "You know what this is, don't you Miss Choi?" he said, glancing at the plug.

The panties were getting quite damp in the crotch as Marie’s pussy kept leaking her lubricating juices. As Preshy’s face moved closer and closer to Marie’s sex, she slid her hands up the outsides of Marie’s legs until her fingers hooked the elastic band of her undies and she began to tug them down. The front of the undies lowered to the top of Marie’s bush and a few stray hairs peeked out. Preshy pushed her face into the crotch of the undies and breathed in the moist fragrance, her eyes closing as she inhaled deeply enjoying the wonderful odoriferous scent of sexually excited cunt.

The image is so vivid, so real, that a rush of heat surges through me, leaving me damp, throbbing. I glance at him. He’s still asleep. Perfect. I bite my lip, fighting with myself, but the need is too great. I let my hand slide under the thin fabric of my skirt. My fingers brush over my panties , already soaked , and I inhale sharply. I press harder, rubbing myself, letting the pleasure build. My eyes close, and a quiet moan escapes my lips before I can stop it. Then I feel it , warm breath, right against my cheek.

He released a groan at the same time that I released a moan. “No panties. Just the way I like it.” He whispers. I stopped wearing those a week ago after I started going through four panties a day. So I thought, I might as well forfeit them completely. “And you are wet, baby. Soaking wet.” He adds, his fingers twirling around my pussy lips, gathering my wetness, and flicking my clit. My legs shake, and I tighten my hold on his arms, my fingers digging into his skin. He pulls his finger out and lifts it between us. “Look at you, dripping down my finger. So fucking wet for me.”