Panties Wet Spot Novels & Stories

Seyi retorted. Omah took his cigarette from his mouth and grinned. "Those previous girls are not Prof. Ajayi's daughter you know. Besides you guys need to stop hopping from one chick to another. How do you even do it sef?" Dayo thought his friend knew better, a pity he doesn't. Well why else was he his best friend if he couldn't enlighten him on such small issues such as this one. "The best thing about panties is taking them off. The game is simple. You see a girl you'd like to smash. You pursue them, spend a few thousands. You get into their panties. You move on. It's so damn exciting!" He declared,

I guess there’s no point in modesty in a strip club. The strip club was a relatively nice place, but the bathroom looked like it belonged in a crack house. I saw a hook to hand my bag, and then I began to take down my pantyhose and I couldn’t believe what I saw. My underwear, as well as the crotch part of the pantyhose were soaking wet. I had no idea I was that turned on, and I knew it had to have been Whisper that got me that wet. I peed and just as I was wiping myself (and my inner thighs that were also wet with my juices), the doors swung open.

It happened so quickly and I opened my eyes immediately. Like I was scared to see it. Like I didn't want to. I was dripping again. My panties were getting soaked. I could feel it. Heat curled up in my spine, low in my stomach. I curled my hand tightly to the pillow, as if trying to keep it from going down there already. But it moved regardless. And before I could realize, I was touching myself again. I was so wet. Wet like I hadn't already released like four times that day and it was barely noon yet.

I could see it in their eyes—they could smell my wetness, sense the whore awakening beneath my prim facade. Class dragged on in a haze of tension. Every time I crossed my legs, my swollen pussy lips squished together, sending sparks through me. I was leaking badly now, the crotch of my panties sodden and clinging obscenely. If I stood up too fast, they'd see the dark wet patch on my skirt. The thought horrified me... and made me even wetter.

My knees nearly buckled as I limped down the aisle toward the bathroom, every step making the vibrator shift inside me. I stumbled into the tiny airplane bathroom and locked the door with shaking fingers. The moment I sat on the closed toilet lid, I hiked my dress up to my waist, exposing my soaked panties. My fingers trembled as I tried to pull the buzzing toy out, but I was far too wet. My slick arousal coated my thighs and made the smooth vibrator slippery. Every time I almost got a grip, it slid deeper, pressing harder against my swollen G-spot. I wiped my slippery fingers on my dress and tried again.

A sudden pop in my pelvis—followed by a warm, uncontrollable gush flooding down my legs. I freeze. My eyes bulge. My mouth drops open. And water pours out of my pussy like a busted fire hydrant. "Oh my fucking god," I whisper, staring at the puddle forming beneath me like it personally betrayed me. Well... I'll be throwing these leggings away today.

~Bethany~ I need to call Jobalt to update him on where to meet him for the Foxgove shrub. That will take my mind off how fucking wet I am. I shut the room door behind me and blow out a breath, covering my face. But my panties are damp with neediness. It’s ridiculous that just the thought of them with me like that incites this kind of reaction from my body. It makes me squirm, huffing at the arousal that I already know I can’t get rid of by touching myself because that never fucking gets me there.

For science, right? My clit is swollen, and I'm so wet I can feel it soaking through my panties. To test further, I stood up and pulled down my scrub pants and panties, kicking them aside. My pussy was already soaked, the air cool against my wet lips, my inner thighs slick with my juices. I could smell my own arousal, musky and needy. His eyes went wide again, locking onto my exposed pussy, the trimmed hair above my slit, my lips puffy and glistening. "Wait, you're gonna... ride it?" His voice was hoarse, and his semi-hard cock twitched visibly, like the sight was pushing it further.

However, at the moment, everything was brand-new, which made me increasingly irritated. She got to me with two hands on my knees; she separated my legs and spread!ng them open With the position she was in, I'm sure she could see my p@nties clearly my sk!rt was too short, and my p@nties was already dripping It was a white p@nty which made the wetness way more visible It was going to be hard for her to svvck my c00chie as my skirt was really tight and short I stood up; she was in a kneeling position, and her head was Just above my crotch area a little.

Trembling, weak at the knees, I unzipped it and let it fall to the floor. "Remove those panties." Complying, I lowered them, noticing the wet spot in the narrow cotton lining that had soaked up my juices. "I'll take those. You won't be getting them back. By the way, start wearing sexier, thong-style panties from now on." I said, "Yes, sir" as I handed my panties to him across his desk. He inspected the wet spot, smelled it, then put my panties in his desk drawer. "You know what this is, don't you Miss Choi?" he said, glancing at the plug.