My Wet Panties Novels & Stories

The wet spot on my panties is obvious now. “You need this so badly,” Vanessa purrs, voice thick with satisfaction. “Look at you, already falling apart for us on your first day. Such a needy little housewife.” The words should humiliate me. Instead they make me throb harder. They keep touching me—fingers circling my clit over my panties, mouths and hands on my tits, whispers of how pretty I am, how wet, how perfect for them—until I’m trembling on the edge, right there in my own living room in the middle of the afternoon.

Every step made my clit ache, and my wetness was already slipping down my thighs. John wasn’t around, and I didn’t have anyone I could turn to here. And I knew if I didn’t ease the heat flushing my skin, I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on my work. My feet slammed the floor as I headed to the flat at the back of the pool. Inside my room, I shut the door and landed on the bed. I took off my skirt, followed by my panties, letting them drop and pool on the floor. When I opened my legs, I could smell my arousal, and it turned me on more.

Temi whimpered, her pussy clenching at the dirty words. Femi yanked her long skirt up to her waist, exposing her thick thighs and the soaked white cotton panties clinging to her plump pussy lips. He ripped the panties down, revealing her shaved cunt..swollen, glistening, and leaking clear juices down her inner thighs. The musky scent of her arousal filled the small room.

“You are pathetic.” Her body flinched at my words, but another wave of shivers covered her arms. “Dirty little doll.” The more I talked, the more her nipples were standing at attention, the more her breathing was getting heavier, the more her hands were gripping the fabric they were tied with. My fingers traced her leg. “I bet you are one of the people who like reading p**n books in public.” I moved to her other leg, gripping her ankle. “I bet you keep a straight face while your panties are getting soaked.”

Heat built between my legs, my panties growing damp just from watching his strong hands gesture. I shifted in my seat, the lecture hall half-full with oblivious students scribbling notes. My hand trembled as I slid it under my skirt, fingers brushing my swollen clit through the thin fabric. God, I needed relief. Quietly, I pushed my panties aside and dipped two fingers into my slick folds, circling my entrance before plunging them inside. A soft whimper escaped me, but I bit my lip, pumping slowly, my eyes locked on him. He glanced my way, his dark gaze sharpening like he could see right through me. Did he know? The thought made me finger myself harder, my thumb grinding against my clit, jui

Certainly, I wasn't under the drugs anymore. But why was Dane's presence having this much control over my body? It was embarrassing. My breath came in quick spurts as I pulled down my trousers. My fingers fumbling as I shifted my panties to the side. Fucking hell! My entire panties had been soaked. Wet, warm and slimy. My fingers grazed through the wetness. I moaned silently, biting my bottom lip. Fragments of images flashed through my mind. Images of Dane's hands rubbing my clit.

I kicked them off, leaving me in just my thin, soaked camisole and a pair of simple cotton panties. He let out a low whistle. “Look at that. Already soaked for me. You really are a little slut, aren’t you?” He reached out and hooked a finger into the crotch of my panties, pulling the fabric aside. The cool air hit my bare, wet folds, and I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped my lips. He ran a single finger slowly up my slit, gathering my wetness on his fingertip. He brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply.

Wetness slick and heavy, soaking through my panties. Without turning to face him, I let my back remain against his chest. I wanted to feel him this way; hot, broad, looming over me. My hand slid down, trembling with urgency, until one finger hooked the thin band of my panties. I dragged it aside, gasping softly as the cool air met my swollen heat. I could feel how wet I was, dripping, shameless. My fingers brushed against myself, and I whimpered at my own touch. But I didn’t linger.

I’d caught the faint outline of his cock and had to look away before my face turned scarlet. “God, I’m pathetic,” I whispered to the empty room, but there was no real shame in it. Just hunger. I shoved the jeans down my hips in one impatient motion, kicking them off along with my socks. My panties were simple black cotton, already soaked—clung to my shaved pussy. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and peeled them away, letting the cool air hit my slick folds. A soft gasp escaped through my lips. I was wet. Embarrassingly wet. The kind of wet that made my thighs slide together when I walked.

I quickly rubbed up my legs before grabbing some of the magical cleanser that would make my legs seem like I had taken a shower. After I was done cleaning off my legs I grabbed my white panties and pulled them off. I quickly threw them into the sink and started up the water. After adding a little cleanser I let them sit. I took the towel and gently rubbed my Goddess part with a delicacy that did not help. The need that I had not felt during this party slowly bubbled up with every rub. I could not stop the need nor the juices that were leaving me and dripping down. I snatched my underwear and pushed it into the thing that would dry it off instantly. As I pulled it out relief filled me.