Moist Panties Novels & Stories

Already aroused, that German voice in her head kicked Sabrina's libido up to a thirteen on a ten point scale. Her playmates in easy reach, she wiggled out of her jeans. She sighed, wondering how long the wet spot had been showing on her crotch. Hopefully she'd not been walking around with it at work. She mopped herself with her panties and tossed them in the hamper thinking she'd need to do the wash tomorrow because she was going through underwear at an alarming rate. She was still wet, because the panty bath hadn't done any good.

“You’ve made a fucking mess of your panties, baby girl, soaking them through with your cum. I think we’d better take these off.” My fingers push under the edge of her panties, brushing against her soft, silken pussy before hooking into the soaked panties. I yank them down, making her gasp as I half rip them off in my zeal, letting them drop to tangle at her knees. She whimpers, panting as she stays just like that bent over, ass up, and legs spread for the both of us with her messy panties caught at her knees.

Matteo took her wet panties and held them up to his nose. He inhaled her wet panties, trying to scent her arousal. The aroma was divine and extremely stimulating. He could feel his cock firming up and expanding in his pants. "I really love the color of your panties Princess... Brown….my favorite" he sniffed in. "And it smell so good, Princess." Matteo hummed as he sniffed, admiring her naked body on the bed. He moved her panties from his nose to his lips, kissing them before licking the wet spot in her panties.

He pulled me to the fitting room and I tried everything on again. But this time, I was actually amazed by how true Victor was when he told me about how comfortable these panties could be! It felt so different from men's underwear, they are so smooth, so light, and some of them even make your skin feel cool and refreshing! I never expected how powerful these panties could be! My mind was so blown! After we obtained the sets of lingeries, boxes of squishy silicone breast pads, and pairs of stockings, we went to the next stop.

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.

I had the feeling that he was going to try grabbing my non existent penis. He tugged at my buttons, and was really going to go down. My stomach gurgled, and I felt an instant wetness in my panties. My eyes widened as I realized what the problem had been since. “My fucking PERIOD!” I thought to myself. The blue trousers I wore would probably embarrass me soon, and reveal my secrets. I wasn't sure if the panties I wore could absorb much moisture. Mr Harry was going to make a move on my panties. I have to come up with something really fast!

Regina let out a cry as she dug her fingers into his clothes when his fingers pressed up against the crotch of her panties. “Your poor panties are drenched. Should I take them off for you?” Florian suggested before he chuckled in satisfaction to find that she was already so wet. Without waiting for her response, he began moving his fingers to expertly tease and stroke her pussy through the thin fabric of her underwear. The thin fabric covering her love hole was drenched through with her love juices as the smell of her heat filled the air around them. Florian let out a soft groan as the intense smell of her arousal turned him on. His cock was already hard in his pants, and he couldn’t wait to

Shamefully, eagerly wet. His fingers traced the edge of my panties, feeling how soaked the fabric had become. A quiet shiver ran through me as he pressed the flat of his hand firmly against my center, rubbing slow circles over my swollen clit through the drenched lace. The pressure was perfect, teasing yet deliberate. On the screen, a woman screamed as something monstrous chased her through a pitch-black forest, but I could barely register it. All my mind was focused on was Lucas’s hand working between my spread thighs in the dark.

I crossed the room in three shaky steps and snatched my panties from her fingers. They were warm. Soaked. The crotch was heavy with her cum, the lace sticking to itself in glossy strands. The scent hit me—sweet, feminine, with that sharp edge of pure lust—and my pussy clenched so hard I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning.

“Mnghph!” I pulled back slightly, watching her from between her legs as she tried to steady her breathing. Her panties were drenched, and ruined completely. Instead of tossing them aside like I had her pants, I hooked my fingers into the waistband and slid them off slowly, savoring every inch of skin revealed. They were heavy with her wetness. I stood, opened my desk drawer, placed the panties inside, and smirked at her over my shoulder. “I’ll buy you a better one.”