Panties Novels & Stories

She had her pocket-sized portfolio, her wallet, apartment keys, phone, and mints, plus all the rest of the crap that filled her handbag like tampons and old shopping receipts, and tissues. She ran her hands over her body just to check that she was fully clothed even though she’d checked herself in the mirror a hundred times or more since getting dressed. She hitched up her panties. The damned things kept inching down her hips. It had been a slight oversight on her part to make sure her laundry was done. She’d been so focused on ‘The Outfit’ she hadn’t put much thought into what she would wear underneath. Thankfully her favorite bra was clean, but she was down

Stephanie extricated herself from the swimsuit and pulled a black lace bra and matching panties out of a bag. She pulled the panties on while facing away from Andrea, and so was unaware of her friend’s lustful staring. The panties were semi-transparent and a seam ran up the back so that they hugged all the curves of her bottom. Then she wriggled into the bra, which was similarly sheer. Her perky nipples were clearly visible through it.

She said, acting as if she was trying to pull it down but she wasn't doing anything. "So showing much of your thighs isn't incident?" Randy asked, checking her outfits again. There was no doubt she was blessed witha beautiful skin. "It's Just My leg and nothing else. My pink pantie is not showing." "Enough! I didn't asked you the colour of your panties. Go and change to a more decent cloth. I don't want to see you in this type of dress in this house again. If you want to keep working here, always dress decently." Randy warned.

The panties were very small, very petite and covered only the hair of her pubic area, which again was visible through the thin covering. Cathy wore panties like these, Sandra thought, she called them thongs and until now she would never have considered wearing them herself. The truth was, they were quite comfortable, and very sexy. She turned around in front of the mirror and gasped at the sight of her exposed bottom, with just a tiny black string of delicate lace showing above the top of her buttocks and around her waist. Sexy was definitely the idea with these things. “Sandra?” Creighton called from the other room.

Finally, she found a pair of black stretch pants and a peach colored top. No more bustier and leotards for this Daisy woman. Now to find a good bra and maybe some big girl panties? Daisy shuddered. Then smiled at the phrase. She never wore those offensive ‘Granny Panties’. She used to say, tell me to put on my big girl panties one more time? And I will take off my thong and strangle you with it! She always wore sexy panties and thongs. I wonder if I should just keep all the sexy lingerie? Yep. Rand would like it. Besides, I don’t have any underwear that are anywhere

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.

She’s only wearing jeans and a T-shirt, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a basic outfit ever look so good on a girl before. The jeans are stretched over the curves of her hips so tight they might as well be another layer of her skin. Her waist-to-hip ratio is so insane that if it was any greater I’d start wondering if she had been made in a laboratory. And she’s got one of those gaps between her thighs that’s making my mouth water as I think about what’s hiding beneath. What kind of panties does she have on under there? Does she shave? I bet she does. I don’t know why I think that, but I do.

That thought brought a surge of jealousy which I squashed or he'd call me out for pouting again. We reached the teddies and I tried to fight a blush. Most were some sort of see-thru material but the one that caught his eye was only straps. Pink lines that would crisis cross my entire body. It would leave nothing to the imagination and would be perfect for a sex club. There was a garter belt and panties to match and Daniel grabbed them all after asking me what size. Next, he went over to the baby doll section. I immediately reached for a turquoise one with a pleated skirt. Daniels smirk said I made a good choice, then he led me over to the bras. They were so pr

I frown at him, sure I must be hearing wrong, because that cannot be an actual word. “Did you just come up with that?” I ask sardonically. “Nope. It’s an actual thing. Panties for men. Designed to be comfortable and sexy," he says, running his thumb over the silk edge. "And very breathable." "You would actually wear that?" I’m already picturing him in it and I have no idea why it’s affecting me this way, but I’m overheating. "Under my jeans? Sure." He shrugs, holding the black lace up against his denim to check the contrast.

IRIS My thighs tremble as I step out of the pants, my body completely bare now except for that final scrap of lace, the smooth plane of my stomach leading down to the trimmed patch of curls above my slit. I slide my panties down inch by inch, the air hitting my exposed pussy with a cool rush that makes my inner walls clench. My clit throbs under the weight of his attention, arousal slicking my folds as the lace finally hits the floor.