Pantie Peel Novels & Stories

She grins. She continues to peel herself out of her clothes in time with the music until she is only wearing her bra and panties. They are a dark pink matching set, made mostly of sheer lace. She saunters over to me, turning her back; she places both her hands on my legs and lowers herself onto my lap, grazing my cock with her lace-covered ass.

Aaron in turn, raised her night gown up. Aaron and Alexia pulled apart, so that Aaron could pull her night gown over her head, revealing her very round, plump boobs, and a sexy red pant. Alexia reached immediately for his belt. Aaron reached for her pants, sliding her panties down, towards her ankles. Aaron separated from her, and then pulled his trouser, and removed his legs. Alexia also got rid of her pant.

When Elayne had said she was wearing matching panties, she'd really meant it. Not only were they the same, sexy black silk, but somehow they were even more revealing than her bra was. I could instantly tell that she was completely shaven as well as getting a near-perfect view of her incredible pussy. From the look of things, my sister was just as turned on as I was. It took all of my self-control to not shove my head into her crotch to try and eat her out.

She reached down her gown and pulled down her pant, sliding it down her legs to her feet. Her throat felt dry and patchy, she stood up to find some water, forgetting that her pant was still around her ankles. Alana yelped as her foot got caught in her panties, and she fell to floor with a soft thug. She winched as she managed to sit up, supporting her herself with on hand, her legs curled and her panties still around her ankles. She frowned like a baby, her hand reaching for the panties still around her foot. She tired yanking it off but it wouldn't budge so she added a bit more force tearing it in the process. She threw the bothersome piece of clothing away with a satisfied look.

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…

Like I wouldn't be the one getting any. It took me a while, but I finally decided on a layered approach to getting undressed later. Black garter and stockings with this perfect pair of panties from La Perla -- high French cut with nylon see-though butt. I posed in my mirror and held my hair up. I swear I looked just like a lingerie model. Okay, but without the boobs. As usual, the top was easy, a black nylon fitted camisole.

Turn around and bend over—show me that ass while you peel them off. I turned, cheeks flaming, and hooked my thumbs into the waistband. Bending at the waist, I pushed the fabric down my thighs, the motion spreading my cheeks slightly under my panties. The shorts pooled at my ankles, and I stepped out, kicking them away. His breathing grew heavier behind me. 'Panties too. I want to see if that pussy's as wet as I imagine from your pics.'

Until I find bare skin. Her smooth legs are right in front of me. Tone and thin, a hint of a tan, but still pretty fair-skinned. She lays on her back, her legs comfortably spread a foot or two apart. Oh god she’s only wearing panties. The same style as the ones in the laundry room, only a pale lavender color. Low cut, a standard comfy style, elastic strap at the top. I can tell how thick her hips are. She hides it well at work, always in a slimming business skirt. But she’s nice a curvy.

My eyes are glued to her breasts, full and flushed, nipples already hard, begging for my mouth, my hands—both. I slide my palm over one, dragging my thumb across the peak. She gasps, hips rocking down reflexively. I grip her tighter with one arm and tug her panties down with the other. I get them just past her ass and she lifts her hips, giving me access to tear them the rest of the way off. Once they’re gone, she reaches between us and tugs at my waistband. I lift my hips, just enough, and she peels my sweatpants down. They catch around my thighs for a second, stretched tight by the size of my erection, but she keeps going. She drags them past my knees, then off completely, tossing them som

I question him. He flips me onto my back and hovers over me momentarily. “You want to play first, then go check things out?” He confirms. “Exactly.” I agree. He kisses me deeply and allows his fingers to explore my body. “What in the world?” He asks, sitting up promptly and looking at the missing material from my panties. “These came with an opening just for me?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. “They sure did. They are called crotchless panties.” I state. “I am going to explore these.” He declares and then does until he tires of them and rips them from my body.