Panties Stories Novels & Stories

“ This is how to wear it. This part is the front and this is the back. It shows your ass cheeks, completely." “ Why would anyone wear this?” I asked, disgusted. “ Because, my dear Raven, it makes us hot and sexy. Men love these kinds of things. “ she muttered, and we got different styles of panties in different colors. We paid for it and walked out of the store to meet Theo, who refused to enter the shop. The warrior took the bags from us and went ahead to put the items in the car. “ Can we go back home now? We have spent enough of Zander’s money, “I said in my head in a small tone.

Each step I took towards the changing room sent more soreness through my already sore pussy. Hell! I wanted him so bad. When I got back into the room, the feel of his gaze still lingered on me, it was like he was there, watching me as I stretched out the panties he asked me to wear, his words echoing in my mind again: I want to see you, wearing my favorite color. My eyes fell on the price tag of the panties and I gasped. 800 fucking dollars for just panties? That’s crazy.

She yawned tirelessly but as she thought to stepped out, she realized she was still in her maid uniform and hadn't even taken it off yet and she had only two uniform unlike Aria, Nora and Nova that had many. She sighed and took off her uniform and decided to take a quick bath. It skipped her mind the previous day that the pant she had wore wasn't her normal pant and the paht was a gift from her best friend Nancy Leo, and Nancy had told her it was the lastest pant most young ladies wore and that had prompted her to wore it as Nancy actually bought a dozen pieces for her. She love the paht nonetheless as the pant had brought out her big buttocks and didn't seemed to pack her butt like the prev

They all gave a little laugh as they bonded over the curse of women’s fashion. “And when you do have pockets,” Tasha said, putting her hands in her front pockets which stopped at the second knuckle of her fingers, “they are useless.” “I’m constantly losing my phone,” Parker complained. “I swear, cargo pants were created by a woman who was tired of carrying around a damned purse.” “I got Eliza some cargo pants,” Yolanda laughed. “I literally watched her pants hop across the floor. She had a huge bullfrog in her pocket.” Her husband Mark laughed, “I hear her screaming and get in there and she’s up on the dryer with this frog on the floor. Kudos to Eliza, I don’t know how she got it in her pock

Elena’s POV Tell me… should I close my legs and pretend that my panties is not hanging around my ankles like the slut I am? Or play the superwoman, grab the soaked thong and dip it in my purse while the ‘fucking’ god himself watches? Or maybe I should take my panties, sniff it in and run my tongue along the wet area… Say I go further and spread my legs so he sees how wet and sloppy the real pot is. Shit! Shit!!

I did, and she would be one by the time I was done with her. She shoved off her yoga, pants exposing a matching pair of cream-hued panties. They were so delicious, the front soaked with her excitement. I couldn't wait for her to show off her thick bush. I just knew her black curls would be dripping with pussy cream. She folded her yoga pants just as carefully as her blouse, setting them on those garments. Then she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties. She pushed those off, the fabric rolling as it slid over her curving rump and lush thighs.

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 to her last few pairs of panties

I pretended I couldn’t see him, and turned slightly, arching my back just enough to push my tits out toward the glass, and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts. Down they went, sliding over my hips, then my ass, cheeks jiggling as the denim dropped to the floor. I stepped out of them in just my panties now — tiny white ones that barely covered my pussy lips. The thin fabric was practically see-through where it was wet, the outline of my smooth slit on full display.

“Uh-huh. But not now. Now I want to see you—in your pretty panties.” This time, when I reached for his jeans, Joe didn’t stop me. I popped open the button and slowly lowered his zipper, the denim parting to reveal the front panel of those fuchsia panties, stuffed full of hard cock. A wave of arousal washed over me at the sight, and I hurriedly stripped him out of his masculine clothes and urged him onto the bed.

My legs trembled as I stood up. I took my time unbuttoning my school shirt, letting the fabric fall open inch by inch. His dark eyes followed every movement. When I reached back and unhooked my bra, my small, perky tits spilled free, nipples already stiff from the cool air and pure arousal. I turned around, bent at the waist, and slowly slid my skirt and panties down my legs. I stayed bent over, reaching back to spread my ass for him, showing off my soaked pussy and tight little hole.