My Panties Are So Wet Novels & Stories

As soon as I sat down with Cathy sitting beside me, my face paled, my heart pounding in my ears as I realized… My panties are soaking wet!

I moaned in embarrassment when his hand cupped my pussy through my panties. “So wet…” Hayden murmured after releasing my sensitive nipple from his mouth. His hand began stroking my pussy through the thin fabric covering my crotch. From his reactions, I must have soaked through my underwear with my lusty juices, and I wasn’t surprised. My pussy felt very wet and flooded down there. His exploring fingers slipped into my panties and soon I felt his fingertips prodding my wet opening. --To be continued…

A sharp breath left my lips when my fingers brushed my wet panties. I quickly retreated my fingers. I was freaking wet and turned on. It was just a dream but it left me hot and needy. My insides clenched begging for something we can't get. "Let me get a cup of water," I muttered to myself. A habit of mine. Maybe the water will quench the inferno in me. My legs pressed together in between were still sticky. Why was I this horny? I rolled over screaming into a pillow that muffled out my screams.

Then his hand slides down my belly, dipping into the waistband of my panties. My breath catches in my throat when his fingers brush my clit. I pant his name as my back arches off the bed, his fingers trailing down my slit, rubbing through my wetness. Christ, I’ve never been this wet. My little lace panties are soaked, and a satisfied groan leaves Cal’s lips as he glides his fingers through my folds, pressing the tip of one to my opening.

The naughtiness of it all was like a drug to me, and I realized as I turned back to him that my panties were soaking wet for him. As I stood there shyly, half in the dimlight of my room and half in shadow, I slowly hooked my fingers into the hem of my tiny panties and slowly pulled it down my feet. I could see Mr. Chase eyes blazing as they stared at me, and as I shivered under his gaze. I slowly lifted up the panties, examining that exact spot filled with my wetness for him.

Her nipples rubbed against the mattress and she groaned with pent-up need. She flipped herself over again and slid her hand down her body and into her cotton panties. She was wet, her panties soaked through. God! That man! She ran her fingers over her wet sex and closed her eyes. He had kissed her last night, but he had cut it off when she would have deepened it. She had wanted to drag him up to her apartment and do wicked things to him but he had kissed her and said good night. They had made plans for two days’ time, but Peyton didn’t think she could wait that long.

The concrete bites into my skin, cold and unforgiving, and she circles around to face me. Her silk robe hangs open now, revealing a black lace bra that barely contains her perfect tits and matching panties that are... Fucking soaked. The black lace is nearly transparent with wetness, clinging to her pussy lips, and I can see the outline of her swollen clit straining against the fabric. "Oh my God." I start laughing, delighted. "Look at you. Your cunt is absolutely dripping. Does slapping naked pledges around always make your panties this wet, or am I just that fucking special?"

I whisper as I sink my fingers into my thighs to stop making from doing something stupid but all it takes is another moan from James before I find my hand sneaking through my shorts. I press my palm against the thin material of my panties and it’s so freaking drenched. Am I… God, I can’t believe I’m turned on just by listening to James moans. As if that isn’t pathetic enough, I can’t seem to control myself as I shift my panties to the side and run a finger down my wetness. I continue to listen like the freak I just turned out to be. “Up. “ There’s the sounds of them changing movements and silence… and then.

“I’ve been hard for the last hour just thinking about your voice. How are you, baby? Tell me you’re as ready as I am.” A slow smile spread across my lips as I kicked off my slippers and climbed onto the big king-sized bed. I was wearing nothing but an oversized soft gray t-shirt that barely reached the top of my ass and a pair of black lace panties that were already damp from hours of teasing myself with thoughts of him. “Horny,” I admitted without a trace of shame, just raw honesty. “I’ve been wet since we set this time earlier. My panties are soaked, Bryan. Tell me you’re alone and ready.”

I can do something as simple as touching my own body while he watches, can’t I? He stops his wonderful tongue action and crazy good finger massages and waits. Slowly, my hand travels the length of my body, past my ribs and belly, before stopping at the juncture of my thighs. I’m shocked to feel how warm I am and even more shocked to find out just how wet. My panties are sodden. And the bed below me is soaking wet. Have I ever been this wet in my life?