Panties Novels & Stories

“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.

Seyi retorted. Omah took his cigarette from his mouth and grinned. "Those previous girls are not Prof. Ajayi's daughter you know. Besides you guys need to stop hopping from one chick to another. How do you even do it sef?" Dayo thought his friend knew better, a pity he doesn't. Well why else was he his best friend if he couldn't enlighten him on such small issues such as this one. "The best thing about panties is taking them off. The game is simple. You see a girl you'd like to smash. You pursue them, spend a few thousands. You get into their panties. You move on. It's so damn exciting!" He declared,

She decided to choose a provocative bra and panty set, hoping when they returned from their outing she could ignite his fire. She chose a black scalloped sheer lace I. D. Sarrieri bustier and matching panties. Both had sheer black mesh panels in the back and the panties had a cheeky briefs cut. She put on a pair of black ankle socks and pulled her favorite Nirvana t-shirt.

​The displays featured sheer nightgowns that barely covered anything, showcased in colors and designs that made Ashley unable to meet anyone's eyes. ​Why do they even sell clothes with so little fabric? she thought panicking. Just look at these panties—what's the point if the middle is completely open? Aren't undergarments supposed to cover things? ​She covered her burning face with both hands, mortified at the mere thought of wearing such scandalous items. ​Nonetheless, Jean, Siska, and Misya eagerly sorted through racks of silk and lace, selecting every piece they deemed appropriate for a girl about to step into womanhood.

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.

Next she went through her drawers trying to decide on what pants she wanted to go with the top. Then she spotted the perfect jeans, she hadn't worn these in a long time. She had to take her panties off to wear these though; they were that tight and low cut. She slipped her panties off and poured herself into the tight jeans. When she zipped them up and buttoned the top, she turned to the mirror to see the effect.

"Who isn't the bright one now? Since when do you wear panties?" "Panties are for everyone!" He groaned throwing one to the cabinet and keeping the other, "These are mine. Everyone wears panties, everyone." I watched in horror as he bent over and pulled them over his legs, over his sweat pants, and wearing them with the band snapping into place. "You look ridiculous." "What now I can't wear panties in peace? Is that you are saying? Discriminating against my panty wearing rights." He had his hands at akimbo with his foot tapping against the floor dramatically.

Absolutely nothing. My eyes focus on a small dresser beside a rolling rack that she seems to be using as a makeshift closet. I pull the top drawer open and notice an array of panties. Nothing too extravagant, mostly basic cotton in black, white, and nude. I take one of the black ones and place it on my face while inhaling. It regretfully doesn’t contain her scent, but it had been on her skin.

But as with everything else since sheÕd taken up with Riley, she knew there was no point in arguing. ÒDamn, you might have to start wearing dresses to work, how did these pants get so tight?Ó Riley wrestled with the zipper of her slacks, palming her heat as soon as he got it open. Just the feel of his fingers through the cotton of her panties had her body secreting its natural juices in preparation to take him.

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.