Oops No Panties Novels & Stories

Would the skirt be the last request? Reaching behind me, I unzipped my black pencil skirt and let it fall to the ground, revealing my black garter belt and white bikini panties. Mr. Roderick turned his chair so he was staring at me straight on. He expected more. “The bra and panties, Trish.” Erin motioned toward my chest and crotch. I fought back angry tears. I’d thought the times before with Erin had been embarrassing, but they weren’t nearly as humiliating as being showcased to a stranger like a prized pony.

Dakota commented on her attire, saying, "Wow! You do look like a hottie!" Shaina remarked as she lifted the front of her skirt, "Thanks, and look, ma, no panties!" She continued and explained, "I didn't want to have to deal with wet panties, and I didn't know how long I would have to have them on, so I just opted for none. You don't mind, do you?"

"You could still pass for Sarah's sister, you know." Jill snorted. "Pull the other one." She gazed at him for a long moment, then reached to the waistband of her shorts, loosening the snap, lowering the zip, stepping clear as they fell. Her panties were a wisp of lace and she ripped them off, discarding the ruins. "Right here, Jack, now," she whispered.

Please, not the short ones with plunging necklines, high slits, or low backs. Wait—where are my panties? A note slipped from the clothes. ‘Sorry, ma'am. I forgot to pack your panties. I'll send them tomorrow morning.' Mrs. Chukwuemeka! How could she do this to me? She was supposed to be on my side of the fence!

Dhruv Singhania POV "Fuck me, right here in the library," she whispered. "Are you crazy??? Here???" I loved the sound of that, but that was grounds for expulsion if we got caught. Although, Chloe was a stone-cold fox, and saying 'no' to her was not an option. She was wearing a skirt and she lifted it, showing her panties. She had on her dark green panties, and that pair always got my motor going. I couldn't resist her to save my life. She held her skirt with one hand, and slowly pushed down her panties with the other.

The door opened without warning. Nikki stood there, eyes wide. “What the fuck are you doing?!” Mark dropped the panties and tried to shove his cock back into his pants, but it was too stiff. It stayed out, flushed and obvious. “Are you crazy?” “I’m sorry, Nikki. It’s not what it looks like.” “It looks like you were jerking off with my guy fucking panties, you fucking pervert.” She clutched the front of her robe tighter, the silk pulling across her breasts. “Are you seriously hard right now?”

At this point, even despair felt like too small a word. "Penelope… is there anything left? We're really going to die here…" Quirinus' voice trembled as he looked at her, clinging to the last shred of hope he had.

Andy nodded, pouting. "As you can remember, someone was chasing me then. And I jumped from the outside to your backyard. And I saw that there were clothes hanging, and at that time I had a wound on my arm so I planned to take a cloth to aid my wound, BUT! I got something else. And that is your... your panty with Monday written on it. Come to think of it, Baby, you haven't shown me the Tuesday to Sunday panties yet," Andy buried her face in Clein's chest and slapped him in embarrassment. In the morning…

I warn her and I see her eyes fill with tears, something is wrong here. "Loulou?" I ask, she let her legs open a little and I saw her pink panties are wet, she had an accident. "It's okay baby, it happens," I tell her and move to her suitcase, along the things I got her, I got her little panties and some cute outfits. I got her a pink panty with strawberries on them, I gave her the new pair and wiped her tears away landing a kiss on her nose.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m