Panties Wet Spot Novels & Stories

Turning to the side, I check my body, the small mound of my breast, my small waist and the petite curve of my hips and ass. Just looking at myself in mirror makes me wet, I hope Jason doesn’t reject me, I hope he lets me take care of him the way he takes such good care of us. I run my hand down my neck down to the middle of my legs, without lifting the shirt, I tease my entrance, staining the white in my juice. “Let’s go get what’s ours” I say to my reflection before pulling up the shirt slighty. Even in these panties, it’s easy to see how wet my pussy is, the panties barely cover my plump pussy lips, the chubby lips are peeking out, pink and wet with slick.

I fell hard into a pile of sharp gravel. The impact lacerated my palm, blood oozing from my bone-baring cut. I fixed my gaze on Jack Campton, yet all I saw in his eyes was annoyance. "Oh, no, Willow! You're bleeding! You're not going to get tetanus or something, are you?" Dakota Sweeney covered her mouth in exaggerated shock, but her eyes gleamed with poorly hidden delight. "What a pity. I just used the alcohol pads to wipe the mud off my shoes."

At this point, my cock was begging for a release, painfully straining against the material of my pants. Mae staggered a little then regained her stance, her eyes widening when she looked down at my pants. I looked down at it same time and saw it then, the wet spot on my crotch area. She had stained my pants due to how wet she had been. I needed a fucking cold shower. "I'm sorry." She muttered, but the knocking became even more persistent and I had to get off the seat and walk to the door, adjusting my pants all the way there. Our ten minutes was up. Now I either needed to fuck this woman out of my system, or make sure to stay far away from her because it looked like she had no problem quickl

She was breathing faster. I told her to sit. She did, still staring. After a minute she pulled her skirt up and started rubbing herself through her panties. The damp spot was already visible. Watching her got me wetter than I expected. I pressed my back against the wall for support and felt a hole there, about three feet off the floor.

My soaked panties were already showing the dark wet patch right over my pussy, and I could feel my juices sticking to my fold every time I shifted my weight. He stood so close behind me that his body heat wrapped around me like a wall. "Yeah, Lana, lift it all up. Show me exactly how wet my words made that tight little cunt of yours. Don't hide it from me." His voice stayed steady and low, commanding me to do it. I bit my lip slowly, pulled my skirt high until it bunched on my waist as the cool office air hit my wet panties, making me shiver. The dark spot had spread so much that the thin fabric clung to my swollen pussy lips, outlining every curve.

I can feel my pussy dripping again, pulsing against the thin material of my panties. My pussy is swollen and fucking raw. It’s been wet and hot for three days straight without a break, all because my best friend’s mother doesn’t know how to cover up. I doubt it would make a difference even if she did, since all she has to do is just smile and my knees weaken.

I whispered, triumph in my tone as I felt more of his wetness beneath my thumb. He was leaking for me. Dripping for me. So turned on that his cock was weeping, desperate for relief. The fabric grew damp beneath my fingers, clinging to the shape of him. Fuck, that’s hot. I rubbed the wet spot with my thumb, spreading his precum through the fabric, making the material cling to the shape of him. I could see it now—the outline of his cock straining against his sleep pants, the dark spot where he was leaking, the way the fabric tented obscenely.

I am so lost. I sigh as finally, my mind begins to drift back to what happened earlier. I close my eyes and think back to Michael's actions, his gaze, and his face and I feel myself starting to be agitated again. My lower abdomen is starting to heat up again and my crotch is tickling me. It's so embarrassing when I feel like something is dripping from my crotch. I decided to check to put a finger and it was the same liquid as on my panties. Jeanne, I'm sick.

I'm the one in charge. Hands dried, she could still smell herself, smell the heat. She peered down at her crotch with a sigh. She grabbed some tissue, scrubbing her pussy to erase the signs of her arousal. Her vigorous rubbing, though, didn't help the situation. With a curse, she pulled up her pants, only to come in contact with her damp panties.

“Keep going. Everything. Panties too. I want you completely naked for this inspection.” I shoved my leggings down next, kicking them off my ankles. My face burned as I hooked my thumbs into my soaked panties and peeled them down my thighs. The crotch stuck to my pussy lips for a second before coming free. I stepped out of them and handed the damp bundle over, my hand trembling. “These are fucking wet. Great. You can see what your stupid rules did to me,” I muttered. Grant took them and set them aside. He looked at the dark wet spot on the fabric then back at me. “Natural reaction.