Panties Wet Spot Novels & Stories

---------------~[MARILYN'S POV]~------------------ The next morning is in a dripping state for me because ... well ...... I am freaking horny. If there's anything sex with Frederick yesterday has done to me, it has made my desire for it much more intense. The first thing that woke me up this morning was my soaking wet underwear and my uncontrolable tossing and moaning on the bed. This is just too much to take in. I bite my lip and find myself sliping my fingers into my panty . I groan as I feel my wet pussy and arch my back biting my lip as I caress it slowly breathing hard.

It hung low enough that she didn’t hesitate to push her arms out of the soaked sundress, peeling it from her damp skin. She hesitated, glancing at him again. He had pulled on his own sweatpants, his back still turned. Exhaling shakily, she realized her bra was just as drenched as the dress—cold, uncomfortable, sticking to her like a second skin. She let out a breath, reached behind herself, and unhooked it, tugging it free before slipping it into the hoodie’s front pocket. As she removed her panties, something caught her eye. A sharp, piercing ache twisted through her chest as she looked down and saw it. A bloody stain, remnants of lubricant mixed with Wes’s bodily fluids.

She got out of bed and removed her trouser which had some wetness down there before she removed her soaked pants. She entered the bathroom to clean up, yet his scent had filled the place. Zia found herself getting aroused again as her nipples became hard, thinking of his hands roaming around her tits before he squeezed them. A moan escaped her lips and she realised she couldn't take it unless she relieved herself.

Duh. Best of all though, we finally got Ashley out of her little beige stocking-things. Those things were so tight, it really wasn't much of a reveal. But we did find out that Ashley had at least worn panties to our little partyÑa tiny pink thong that protected almost nothing. Surprisingly, there was a good amount of hair down there, though it was wispy and blonde and really barely noticeable. I'd have lost that bet big time. Oh, also on those panties, a nice dark wet spot. Dead center. Holy fuck did I want to fuck that girl.

“Okay. I will wait here.” I walked to the bathroom fast. My legs felt shaky. When I locked the door I lifted my skirt. My panties were completely wet. A dark spot showed on the fabric. I pulled them down and used tissue to clean between my thighs. The wetness kept coming. I remembered Mr Havisham’s thrusts. His voice calling me good girl. My fingers touched myself for one second. A small moan escaped. No. Stop it Maya. This is wrong. Chloe is right outside.

I’d caught the faint outline of his cock and had to look away before my face turned scarlet. “God, I’m pathetic,” I whispered to the empty room, but there was no real shame in it. Just hunger. I shoved the jeans down my hips in one impatient motion, kicking them off along with my socks. My panties were simple black cotton, already soaked—clung to my shaved pussy. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and peeled them away, letting the cool air hit my slick folds. A soft gasp escaped through my lips. I was wet. Embarrassingly wet. The kind of wet that made my thighs slide together when I walked.

“You’re obviously turned on…and probably by the sound of McKenzie getting folded in like a lawn chair.” I scoff and spin around, almost wanting to laugh by his comment, but I hold myself together. “What makes you think I am turned on by it?” He leans in, opens his dresser drawer, and looks back at me. He points at my underwear. “You’re wearing white panties.” “So…what’s your point?” He lowers his finger, pointing a little more toward my inner thighs. “There’s an obvious wet spot where your pussy is.” “It’s called a wet dream…” I argue and quickly slide my fingers into my panties, pulling them down and sitting on the toilet. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to go to the bathroom now.”

I leaned back harder against the locked door, my legs feeling weak and shaky. My fingers travelled straight down to my pussy. I didn’t even think about it. I quickly unbuttoned my jeans and yanked the zipper down. My hand pushed inside my panties, sliding over my smooth skin until I reached my soaked folds. I was dripping wet. My panties were completely ruined, sticky and warm. My clit was swollen, sensitive, and begging for touch. The second my fingers brushed it, a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through me.

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!!

She could feel herself growing wetter with each passing second, her arousal soaking through her panties. She spread her legs wider, silently begging for his touch. The tension coiled in her body was unbearable, a spring wound so tight it threatened to snap. She knew that even the briefest contact with her clit would shatter her completely. Her panties were already soaked, clinging to her swollen flesh, the evidence of her desperate arousal.