Panty Novels & Stories

he said and I opened the packet to get shocked "Why so shocked Antara?" he asked and the way he took my name that was scary for sure "What is this?" I asked him gathering some confidence "A dress?" he said and it sounded like a question to himself only It is anything but a dress! It is a see-through panty and bra set, nothing else. "You call it a dress? It is used as undies, not a dress." I said irritated my fear for him fading a bit for some time

Like I wouldn't be the one getting any. It took me a while, but I finally decided on a layered approach to getting undressed later. Black garter and stockings with this perfect pair of panties from La Perla -- high French cut with nylon see-though butt. I posed in my mirror and held my hair up. I swear I looked just like a lingerie model. Okay, but without the boobs. As usual, the top was easy, a black nylon fitted camisole.

Until I find bare skin. Her smooth legs are right in front of me. Tone and thin, a hint of a tan, but still pretty fair-skinned. She lays on her back, her legs comfortably spread a foot or two apart. Oh god she’s only wearing panties. The same style as the ones in the laundry room, only a pale lavender color. Low cut, a standard comfy style, elastic strap at the top. I can tell how thick her hips are. She hides it well at work, always in a slimming business skirt. But she’s nice a curvy.

Short, lacy boy shorts with fabric only around the crotch and the rest of it was lace and the bra was all lacy through which my nîpples would poke out. Instead of ordering me to wear it like I expected, he held the lacy pànties in front of me and waited for me to put my legs through it. One by one, I slipped my legs in it and he pulled it up my legs and settled it around my waist. It sat snugly over my pûssy, keeping the little toy in its place.

“My friend, Kelly, makes these for me with a special sleeve that I put it in. Because it is so long and stiff, it is better to put it up, and I use another pair to hold it up.” “Wow.” Tiffany blushed and looked excited at the same time. “So, you don’t wear anything else under them?” “No, they are called pantyhose for a reason. The panty is built into them. Isn’t it?” Tiffany stopped. “That is too damn logical. I get it.” She laughed. “Oh my god, I get it.” She giggled for a while. “My mom is going to freak out about this.” “Do you need someone to fix your hair?”

The panties were very small, very petite and covered only the hair of her pubic area, which again was visible through the thin covering. Cathy wore panties like these, Sandra thought, she called them thongs and until now she would never have considered wearing them herself. The truth was, they were quite comfortable, and very sexy. She turned around in front of the mirror and gasped at the sight of her exposed bottom, with just a tiny black string of delicate lace showing above the top of her buttocks and around her waist. Sexy was definitely the idea with these things. “Sandra?” Creighton called from the other room.

Adjusting the straps to ensure a comfortable fit, she admired herself in the mirror, revelling in her sensuality. Next, she reached for the matching panties, a sheer and delicate fabric that left little to the imagination. She gently slid them up her legs, the fabric gliding sensually against her smooth skin, and she wriggled her waist to hug her hips perfectly. As she admired her reflection, a soft, satisfied sigh escaped her lips, knowing that she was a vision of desire.

Clothes are flung everywhere, and there's a pyramid of beer cans on the table. "This... is not going to work," I mutter, stepping into the living room. "What?" he shrugs. A bright pair of blue panties catches my eye. Using my pointer finger and thumb like tweezers, I tug them out of the gray chair and hold them up. They're so small I couldn't fit one leg in them. Is that the kind of girls Max is into?

Kent push my ankle-length skirt up to my waist and shoots me a mischievous smile, “Well, if you don’t say yes, mommy, let’s get a little foreplay to get you wet first.” He looks down at my plain comfortable panty, carefreely tracing his fingers down from my belly to the tip of my pubic bone, swirling playfully around the thin cloth that covers my private womanhood. “Woa, that’s really some old mommy’s panty.”

Each step I took towards the changing room sent more soreness through my already sore pussy. Hell! I wanted him so bad. When I got back into the room, the feel of his gaze still lingered on me, it was like he was there, watching me as I stretched out the panties he asked me to wear, his words echoing in my mind again: I want to see you, wearing my favorite color. My eyes fell on the price tag of the panties and I gasped. 800 fucking dollars for just panties? That’s crazy.