Moist Panties Novels & Stories

I moaned seductively. “You’ve gotten very wet. Your panties are soaked here…” Adrian whispered alluringly into my ear as he pressed his finger against my crotch through my panties. He began stroking me through the thin fabric of my panties and the texture of the fabric began rubbing against my soaked entrance and my sensitive clit. I moaned at the pleasure of his touch as I wished that he would start touching me there directly. His pleasurable touches only made me wetter down there. I felt another gush of hot heat in between my legs, and I started feeling embarrassed at how hot and wet I was getting.

Those sea-blue eyes stayed glued to my face, watching every move. I hooked my fingers into her lace tights—felt like a second skin clinging to her—and tugged them down. Next came her black cotton panties, soaked through with a dark circle of wetness that told me everything I needed to know. I brought them to my nose, inhaling deep—her scent was intoxicating, musky and sweet, like forbidden fruit. I shoved them into my pocket. "I think I need to get you some new panties," I groaned, the words coming out thick.

Alina pov I knelt patiently outside his office door, sitting back on my heels, wearing nothing but the delicate red lace panties I had bought just for him. The waiting was torture. The air smelt like the thick scent of arousal. Mr Parker ordered yesterday not to wash my pussy. The dried remains of my cum still clung on my skin, making it unbearable to control my desire. I had worn the same panties all night, touching myself again and again thinking about his long hard dick, that was going to get buried deep inside me.

It didn't occur to him that his stepmother was just as turned on as he was. Sue felt like she was bent over for a very long time, but it was more like several seconds. She knew that she had to straighten up when she felt her juice begin to trickle out. Slowly she stood up, holding a pair of skimpy red panties in her hand. Then she bent again and stepped into the panties, pulling them to her waist. She could feel the silky material caress her buttocks sensuously and pull tightly to her swollen sex lips.

Her matching pink panties had high-cut legs trimmed with lace. ‘Nice arse,’ he said. The triangular back of the panties was stretched tightly over her buttocks. She could see it in the mirror that had been so recently fitted behind the length of the bath. ‘Glad you think so,’ she said, trying to be casual about unclipping and discarding her bra. ‘Nice tits, too.' ‘Thank you, kind sir,’ she mocked, sliding her panties down her legs. ‘You're not very hairy down there,’ he said, looking at her pubes.

In nothing but lace panties, she walked toward the mirror, her fingers skimming over the soft curves of her body. One hand cupped her breast. The other slid between her thighs. She was soaked. Just the thought of Karios and what was coming had her dripping. She pulled down her panties, reached for her dildo from her bedside drawer, and climbed onto the bed. She needed this. She needed him. --- Meanwhile, Karios excused himself to use the restroom. Unfamiliar with the house’s layout, he pushed open what he thought was a guest room. But when he stepped inside He froze.

The front panel of her panties were completely soaked. “Fuck, baby, you are so wet.” She moaned, rocking her hips even faster. “Please, Brad, I need…” She trailed off, but I knew full well what she needed. I slipped a finger inside the elastic band of her panties and felt the slick heat of her arousal. Her keening cry let me know that just the slightest touch would send her flying. “Please, Brad,” she whimpered, “Master…”