Panties Wet Spot Novels & Stories

She screamed into the pillow to muffle the sound, but at the same time, she forced a pee in her pants. “What the hell?” She muttered. Feeling the wetness in her panties as she trotted to the bathroom, she locked herself in. Her office pants were the first to hit the floor, then her thong followed, then she opened her thighs to check the source of the wetness. To her dismay, milky liquid formed irregular lines as they trickled down her inner thighs.

Sirius also kissed her so passionately that she sometimes could barely breathe. Ashley began to feel something in her vaginal area. He felt very ticklish, itchy and also wet. Wait a minute... Did she wet the bed? Ashley was very embarrassed and had never felt this way before. Oh no! This is so embarrassing, don't let Bubba know that she wet her panties!

Upside down, I watch my heavily soaked panties. ‘Jeez, Pam!’ The same part of me tries to scold me but I’m beyond that. I shove my hand in and peel off my panties. The rich sight has me gasping. It’s incredibly wild watching the slimy cum drip from my wet pussy. It carelessly spills along my thighs. It leaves me curling my toes and hoping to fuck with you. ‘PAM!’ I swipe a pad-full and pull out. Finally standing upright, I stare at my coated finger.

He removed his mouth from her nipple and looked up at her, surprised. He removed his arms from her body, and she stepped back. She unzipped her pencil skirt, slid it down her legs, and stepped out of it. Now her lacy panties were revealed. It had a dark large spot in the middle, proof of how wet she had become during the whole event. She reached for the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs as well. Her bare freshly-shaved pussy came into view. It was red and seemed to pulse with life. It was swollen and glistening wet and seemed to beckon him to run his tongue all over it.

Already aroused, that German voice in her head kicked Sabrina's libido up to a thirteen on a ten point scale. Her playmates in easy reach, she wiggled out of her jeans. She sighed, wondering how long the wet spot had been showing on her crotch. Hopefully she'd not been walking around with it at work. She mopped herself with her panties and tossed them in the hamper thinking she'd need to do the wash tomorrow because she was going through underwear at an alarming rate. She was still wet, because the panty bath hadn't done any good.

My panties were already sticking to me. I tried to focus. I really did. But every time I crossed my legs I remembered how they held me open on the table. How they took turns. How they filled me until cum was dripping down my thighs and onto the expensive carpet. My panties were already soaked by eleven. I could feel the wet spot spreading. I kept pressing my thighs together under the desk, trying to get some relief, but it only made it worse. By lunch I couldn’t take it anymore.

Squeezing hard and leaving palm print on my boobs. "Aha!" I moaned loudly, feeling something drip from my thighs. He grinned, spreading my legs wide apart. "No!" I protested but it fell on deaf ears. He stuck one finger, pressing it on my wet spot. My body trembling as he pressed harder at my soaked panties. How many women has he slept with to know how to make a woman's legs go weak with one touch. His eyes are fixated on my soaked red pants. At this point my legs were visibly shaking as I tried to cover my legs. His gaze at my clits makes me blush harder.

With my back to Margot, I heard her gasp and I instinctively turned around to see her looking down at the crotch of her bum shorts which already had a dark patch. “I’m sorry, this has never happened before,” she shrieked, it was clear that she was confused and embarrassed, “I don’t wet myself anymore, I haven’t done that since I was five.” She added, visibly embarrassed and without any hesitation she pulled off her boots, socks and wiggled out of her shorts. Now standing in front of me in a pair of black panties with an extremely damp patch clearly visible, I placed my hands on her shoulders because I felt like it was my place to explain it to her.

That little shiver running up your spine is just the beginning. Look down. See how your skirt has already ridden up your thighs? How the fabric is bunched uselessly, framing the dark wet spot blooming against the cotton? Don’t you dare touch it yet. Just stare. Let the sight of your own arousal embarrass you… and turn you on even more.

Certainly, I wasn't under the drugs anymore. But why was Dane's presence having this much control over my body? It was embarrassing. My breath came in quick spurts as I pulled down my trousers. My fingers fumbling as I shifted my panties to the side. Fucking hell! My entire panties had been soaked. Wet, warm and slimy. My fingers grazed through the wetness. I moaned silently, biting my bottom lip. Fragments of images flashed through my mind. Images of Dane's hands rubbing my clit.