Panty Hose Stories Novels & Stories

“This is insane. We’re both fucked in the head.” “Yeah.” She looked him up and down, eyes dropping to the obvious bulge in his pants. “Show me.” He hesitated, then stepped closer. Joan swung her legs off the bed and sat on the edge, curiosity written all over her face. Her hands were shaking a little as she reached out and tugged his waistband down. His cock sprang out, heavy and still rock hard from all the texting. She just stared at it up close at a while. The same thick veins from the picture, the fat head shiny with precum.

Her words sent a shiver straight down my spine as I shifted feeling the dampness growing in my panties. The game kept growing dirtier now. Someone mentioned the time Alex and I had sex in the dorm while everyone else was at football game. Ryan admitted he had jerked off listening through the wall. My cheeks burned so hot but my pussy throbbed at the memory. Alex’s hand slid higher on my thigh, his fingers tracing the edge of my panties and I parted my legs a little, inviting him. He stroked me slowly over the fabric pressing the damp cloth against my swollen clit, I bit my lip to hold back my moan as pleasure cooked tightly in my belly.

But her father's hand kept rubbing at her, massaging her slit so deep and firm that she couldn't help grinding her pussy back into his hand. The teenager took as much of her father's hand rubbing her through the pantyhose as she could, and finally slipped off her shoes and just pulled her dress up and started to roll her hose down over her hips. She caught her father watching, and he moved his hand to allow her to roll the hose all the way off. When she sat back again, Tom caught the girl's hand and took the balled-up pantyhose from her. She watched in awe as he held them to his face and inhaled deeply, knowing he could smell all the pussy cream she'd been leaking into them.

My pants came next. There was no longer any doubting what was happening. I was laying fully nude on a pool table, I watched as Hayes began fumbling with his belt. As he opened it, he pulled his pants down just enough to allow his cock to spring out. I had envisioned this moment on many lonely nights, but never expected him to be as big as he was. He was already throbbing, and absolutely massive. I had seen my fair share of dicks, and his rivaled any of them. It was perfect.

He almost died of embarrassment right there talking about it. Amber giggled. She looked at him and smiled. “Listen, they are called pantyhose for a reason, and my friends and I wear them like this all the time. Since a bra is part of the underwear world, we just wear something that takes care of both things. Besides, it’s way more comfortable than a damn bra and panties, and it’s sexier.” She smiled up at him. He looked at her. “All the time?” “Come here.” He leaned closer, and she planted another big kiss on his lips. “I want you to know, and I want you to see.”

His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.

That day I had a good nights sleep because at least I had one problem off my shoulder . Another incident I remember clearly was a visit to a Catholic father friend of hers at his parish . I remember vividly, my therapist Josy going in first to make a confession of her sins. I was then asked to follow suit .I went near the confession box and decided to bring all my sins before my maker . I heard a door bell ring at 3am , thinking it was Johan . I opened the door . "Darling what do you need ?" I asked sarcastically with my eyes closed waiting for an answer. I stood there waiting and when I got none I opened my eyes. It wasn't Johan or anyone I knew of. The man at the doorway looked like a ma

She stole it after we had sex. I gave her my penthouse address and she showed up. Wearing a short skirt and a revealing red crop top. And she wasn't even wearing a fucking panties that day. Not even a damn bra. We talked. I offered her wine and started to kiss her and I fucked her on my couch. She didn't even take her panties after the deed was done. And then I knew she didn't come that day because of her panties. She came for the D.

My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction. I read on, my breath quickening. He pushed her against the shelves, hiking up her skirt and plunging his fingers inside her. The descriptions were vivid – her moans echoing in the empty library, the slick sounds of her arousal. My own hand wandered down, absentmindedly at first, tracing the seam of my yoga pants. I wasn’t wearing panties; I’d skipped them this morning, feeling daring. The fabric was already damp. I bit my lip, debating. Should I? The house was empty. Why not?

Chapter Four Temptation in Plain Sight NOVA POV The day after my friends left me with the man whose company I’ve been dreading again since our last meeting started with my favorite panties going missing. Not just any panties, it’s my soft pink lace ones. The ones I bought after reading Velvet Nights because the heroine wore them before her boss bent her over a desk and ruined her for every other man in the city. They were my “just in case” panties. Just in case something scandalous ever happened.