Oops No Panties Novels & Stories

Resisting the urge to press his face into the deep cleavage between the fantastic ass-cheeks of his buddy's girlfriend, Bobby slid the panties down her legs and she stepped out of them. "You don't mind if he keeps those as a trophy, do you?" Paula asked Danni. "I'm sure he'll dream of you while he holds them up under his nose and jerks off. He already has two pair of mine." "Not at all!" Danni answered. "That's so nasty it's hot!" Bobby stood up and as he stepped back to stand next to Jerry, he inhaled deeply of the panties in his hand as he stroked his dick. Jerry leaned over, and said quietly, "You're gonna share Paula's, right?"

“I won’t be able to look at his mouth without blushing.” I wave her off. “You never blush.” She laughs. “Well, what do you want me to say…when I look at his mouth my panties go wet.” The girl has no filter. “You’re incorrigible. No wet panties with my man. You have your own to drool over.” “Panty drool is a good word for it.” “Come on.” I take her hand. “Someone needs to stuff a sock in your mouth.”

“You really have a thing for comedy. I must tell you, that was good. Have you ever thought about signing up somewhere? You almost had me there.” Almost had him there. The humiliation rose slowly, crawling up my neck, settling in my cheeks, stiffening my jaw. My fingers curled slightly against my lap. I had just laid bare the last fragile piece of dignity I had left, and he thought it was funny. “I wasn’t joking,” I said immediately. The words tumbled out too fast, tripping over themselves. My voice sounded thinner than I intended, smaller than it should have been. Jason stopped laughing, though a faint smirk lingered at the corners of his lips. He turned fully toward me, eyes narrowing, stud

He gradually eased the flimsy material of her skirt up over her rump and moved a hand down between the cheeks of her bum. It wasn't until he ran his finger down over her tight ass that he realized she had no panties on at all. His prick gave an involuntary jerk, which let her know he had made the discovery. "Fuck...no panties. You naughty wench" Riven said and moaned and ran his finger further down to her honey pot, which he immediately felt was sodden.

“Hang on,” Oscar said. “This is going too far.” “Shut up, Oscar,” Maddox and I both said at the same time. I stood up and slipped my panties off. Maddox held out his hand, and I somehow knew he wanted my panties, so I handed them to him. He closed his eyes as he held my panties up to his nose and took in a deep breath. “You smell lovely,” he said. He tossed the panties to Oscar. “Does she ever get that wet for you?”

Everything that always should have been hers in this lifetime, but was stolen from her at birth by being born into the whole ass wrong family. She slid her dress off and kicked it to the side and got out of her shoes and undergarments as quickly as possible. She took off everything but her black laced t-back panties. She took a quick glance in the mirror and she smiled. She absolutely loved the way those panties made her tight, round ass look even better. She blew herself a kids and gave a little wink as she slowly opened the bathroom door again.

“Huh?” “We meant” she turns to Diana and nod at her. “Lingeries!!” They both exclaims. My eyes grow bigger,“What? No, no, no! I don’t need those!” Diana stare at me in disbelief, actually Amanda has the same expression on. “Really? You mean those granny panties?” Diana ask. I feel my cheeks warming up in embarrassment. It’s true I don’t have sexy panties but they can’t be classified as granny’s. I throw them a killer glare and huffed.

I scream but it is cut short. The door which had slammed hard against me opens again. Kai’s face peeks in. I rise sharply. “What's it again?” I scold within. His pupils dilate. “I forgot my panties.” His eyes drops on the floor beside me. I trail meeting his wetspot blank panties. I blink with calculative thoughts. “Not gay, why is his panties wetspot?” “Throw it quickly!” Even touching it, I feel numb. “Throw it now!” I bend hesitantly, picking it slightly, flinging it over. His threat echoes again, overwhelming me with guilt. Anger spills.

I felt my dress lifted to my waist, and my bare skin tingled after the exposure. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I was in my pink panties. The mummy kind. Oh, fuck it! I picked the wrong day to wear the wrong panties. Guys like Hayden wouldn’t like this. Obviously, they wouldn’t. It’s just that the coverage panties were more comfortable than the G-strings, which Jake and I call catapults. How was I supposed to know I’d bump into Hayden at the restaurant? Was he staring? Did my underwear turn him off?

“I don’t know if I can balance putting on my underwear.” “Well, maybe, you shouldn’t wear any,” Nathan smirked. “I’m not going without panties on a boat wearing a dress,” I declared. “One breeze and everyone gets to see YOUR pussy.” “Ok, I’m getting your panties right now,” he said, digging in my bag. “I really don’t want to gouge out my friend’s eyes for seeing it.” I laughed so hard I snorted. “How is it even your snort is cute?” Nathan grinned. I untied my bikini bottoms, and Nathan helped me step into my panties.