Oops No Panties Novels & Stories

His gaze dropped, locked, and darkened. “What are you doing?” His voice cracked through the space, rougher than gravel. “Taking off my panties,” I answered, low and unashamed. I let the lace dangle from one ankle before kicking it aside. “So you can watch. Maybe after I entertain you, you’ll add me to that list.” “You’re not just on the list, Piper,” he growled, sweat beading at his temple, voice trembling with restraint. “You’re eighteen. You’re too young, too small, too—”

Her face twitched a bit. I inhaled the pleasant scent, closing my eyes and opening them. I rested my eyes on her. She is looking dumbfounded. I lowered the panties and smirked. She kept staring at me. I tore the fucking panties effortlessly. "No...." "Shhhh," I hushed, tossing the panties away. Her eyes followed them and they brimmed. "Listen, shawty." She kept staring at her panties. "Look at me damn it!" She obeyed.

"You most certainly are, the complete uniform includes a pair of white cotton panties which you are clearly not wearing." I slid my finger slowly inside her and she let out a slow purr. "I'm really sorry Mr. Brad, I did have my panties on but..." Her concentration faded as I found her clit and began to gently run a finger over it. "But...I just got so excited...about...tying knots... they got... a...little...wet...so I took them off..." "That's no excuse, you should have had a spare pair in your kit." "Yes...yes...Mr. Brad...I'm so sorry..."

Jenn asked. Carly gasped. She couldn’t believe what Jenn was saying. "You’re not wearing any panties, are you, Miss O’Shea?" "No." "Show me!"

She tried to sit up. The dizziness pinned her down again. Trapped in the bed. Trapped in her body. Trapped in a conspiracy she couldn’t even physically chase. Tears slid down her face. Not dramatic. Not loud. Just exhausted grief. Her monitor read 96. Even crying was dangerous. At 2 a.m., Maya stared at her phone. Julian’s offer glowed on the screen. $200M. Patent war ends. Alex rests. She opened a new message.

“I told you to get on top of me, and you didn’t. Sorry, kitten. But you set the example of us not listening to each other today.” “If we’re having opposites day, then don’t you dare put your hands on me right now,” I deadpanned, every one of my nerve endings alert with the need to feel him touching me again. The smirk didn’t leave his face as he reached for me and very slowly, careful not to touch me, rolled my panties from my hips. They dropped to my feet, and I stepped out of them, not feeling an iota of self-consciousness for being completely exposed to him.

Clothes are flung everywhere, and there's a pyramid of beer cans on the table. "This... is not going to work," I mutter, stepping into the living room. "What?" he shrugs. A bright pair of blue panties catches my eye. Using my pointer finger and thumb like tweezers, I tug them out of the gray chair and hold them up. They're so small I couldn't fit one leg in them. Is that the kind of girls Max is into?

“Does it hurt here?” I touched her left ankle. “Arrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhh!” She screamed and moved her leg to the side. Out of concern I raised my head to look up to her face to find out what I did wrong. But midway, my eyes could not move when I saw it. Her panties were peach, but this was pink. I closed my eyes and opened it, I wasn't dreaming. Iris had opened her legs right in front of me, with no panties.

I close the door. Gosh how can this happen?! I’m in a cubicle with my boss, a prostitute and not the Ladies but Gents! I turn to them and whisper “Pull up your pants!” to Adrian and grab the drunk girl panties from Adrian’s hand and give them back so she can wear it back. Then I turn facing the door.

Nathan chuckled darkly. "No, don't..." I started to say, but it was too late. The pencil skirt I wore was thankfully bunched up at my hips, but my tights and panties were torn off my body. The loud rips filled the air and strangely made me giggle. "I liked those panties." "Well, get another one," Nathan said. I felt him press up behind me, his cock lined up at my entrance. I rolled my hips and moaned. My phone rang just as he was about to enter me.