Pantie Peel Novels & Stories

“I have to get ready.” I rake my eyes over her body again, and they linger on the black panties. “I am not sure these are the right panties for that dress,” I smirk. Elizabeth looks down at her body curiously. “I don’t understand.” Dropping to my knees before her, I hook my hands in the waistband of her panties and pull them down slowly. I look up into her eyes as I slip them off her body. She takes in a sharp breath as she steps out of the panties. I slide them into my back pocket before getting back to my feet.

I tried hard not to make a sound. My trouser was unbuttoned next. He gently pulled my zipper down. Then he dragged it off along with my underwear in one slow drag, his eyes on mine the whole time. For the first time in a really long time, I was damn proud of my choice of panties. Unlike my boring thongs, today I wore a sultry pink net pant that barely covered my entire butt cheek.

Specifically blow job scenes. You could say I watched a little too much p**n, and started to develop some odd fetishes. Ever since 7th grade I've been turned on by women's panties. I can still remember the girl who sat in front of me in science, Amelia. She always wore these silky smooth little panties, and they were constantly sticking out of her pants. So as the years went on, and I browsed all the panty p**n I could, my fetish began to change. Until one day when I was 17, it occurred to me, it would be an even bigger turn on to watch p**n while I was wearing panties. So I sneaked into my older sister’s room and raided her panty drawer. I took a nice silky pair, much like Amelia’s, and hur

"Now the skirt." She sighed again, pulled down the zip on her hip and then pushed her skirt to her ankles. I was greeted by the sight of white panties. She stepped out her skirt, bent over to pick it up and then folded it over her shirt. I asked her to do a slow spin. She complied and as she faced the other way, I noticed her underwear was tightly stretched across her entire ass. Granny panties. I shook my head. I should've known. I sighed.

he growled after paying. “You forgot something” we turned to see Pierre; the poor man was carrying all the bags “The underwear is missing.” "Ah, fuck,” Alex groaned, squeezing my hand even more. Pierre started laughing as he guided us to "La perla", the most beautiful underwear store I had ever seen. “Don't these people know what cotton is?” mumbled Alex annoyed “These clothes are transparent allover” "Hey, Abbie, check this out." I looked confused at the diaphanous "cloth” that Pierre was showing me, just a triangle of black cloth held by three strips.

It was a flare dress that covered more than half of her thighs, but now it was flipped open so her thighs were completely exposed. It was enough to make her feel vulnerable, but maybe the man who gave her that kind of feeling didn't think that the sight he was seeing was enough, and that was why he pulled down her panties. Instead of covering her private area, her panties were now on her thighs, but that clearly violated the underwear's true purpose.

I smiled. "And these," she said reaching behind to unclip her bra, and then dropping it off her spectacular tits. I smiled wider and nodded. "And this," she said, slipping her skirt down over her hips revealing a cute pair of pink panties. "And beautiful they all are," I finally responded. "But not this," she said finally as her underwear met the pavers.

It had everything to do with the swollen pink kitty between her thighs. Beau bent at the waist, and I almost swallowed my tongue. Right at the back, at the center of her skirt, there was a split that was high enough to give me a subtle peek at her panties beneath. Lace. Purple. Cheekies. "Stand up," left me on a pained grunt, the sound near animalistic and she bolted upright. Even standing straight and with her back to me, she was a temptress in this black little number. It molded over every delicate curve of her frame. "Walk back over to me."

It was a pure command, heavy with authority and pent-up desire. Cleia didn’t hesitate. She started with the buttons of her blouse, undoing them one by one with still-trembling hands. The fabric slid off her shoulders, revealing her heavy, firm breasts and her pink nipples, already hard as pebbles. The skirt came next: zipper undone, the fabric sliding over her wide hips and thick thighs until it pooled on the floor. Finally, the thin black lace panties — the only ones he allowed her to wear lately. She pulled them down, exposing her completely smooth pussy, the lips swollen and glistening with arousal.

Pulling her panties to the side, as his finger slides deeper into her. He quickly feels her dripping off his knuckles. She gasps as he grabs the front of her panties in his fist and rips them right off of her. The thin sheer material easily shredding as he pulls. He needs to see more of her, lifting her dress over her head, revealing more of her supple pussy lips. As the dress drops to the floor, he ogles at the sight of her beautiful large areola’s, his eyes cannot hide his approval as he glances over her sexy body. Feeling his lust building within.