Panty Novels & Stories

I say walking towards her. Brown eyes? Can this girl be anymore perfect? She stare down at herself getting up. Oh gwash " What happened to my clothes? " " I cahnged them for- " " What?! The fuck stranger? " She pushes at my chest. I don't move. " What'd you see? " Full but medium breasts, pretty vagina, flat stomach... " What's the colour of my panties? " " Brown "

Her answer came off like a whisper. “Hello, Penny, it is nice to meet you. Are you new? I haven’t seen you around here before.” As I try to make small talk with her, she starts coming out from behind the bookshelves, and as she does that I can finally see her. She has a petite but toned body, chocolate flawless skin with black straight hair that went until her waist but what intrigued me the most was her eyes, purple beautiful eyes that would make you drown in them before you could even realize, she was absolutely gorgeous.

Absolutely nothing. My eyes focus on a small dresser beside a rolling rack that she seems to be using as a makeshift closet. I pull the top drawer open and notice an array of panties. Nothing too extravagant, mostly basic cotton in black, white, and nude. I take one of the black ones and place it on my face while inhaling. It regretfully doesn’t contain her scent, but it had been on her skin.

Tom laughed as Tyla went upstairs. She knew exactly what to wear under her dress. It was a stretchy lace pair of thong panties that still showed off her ass. After pulling them on and checking herself in the mirror, she went back downstairs. Tom looked skeptical because it still looked like the girl wasn't wearing any panties. To give him proof, Tyla lifted the front hem of her dress up above the panties that barely covered more than the pouting V shape of her hairless mound. "See, Dad? I'm wearing panties like you told me to," she said.

she muttered fondly under her breath, a mix of affection and frustration warming her chest. She quickly pulled on a tight red stretch dress that clung to every mouthwatering curve like a second skin. The Lycra hugged her massive double-D tits perfectly, and she decided to go braless, knowing her tailored black jacket—long enough to reach mid-thigh—would provide just enough coverage while still letting her feel deliciously naughty. A regular pair of cotton panties with a fresh pantyliner went on next, just in case Barry’s cum tried to leak out later and betray her.

People seem to judge popular people harder than regular people due to their popularity, they expect calm in the face of disrespect and expect angel behaviour always. Stepping out of the bathroom, I walk to the standing wardrobe, its in a brown fine finish wood, I slide the lowest drawer open and frown. Three panties are missing from here, I frown again and walk to the bathroom to my circular plastic panty hanger to find it empty too, meaning five panties have gone missing.

“What are you working on?” Dampness is already spreading on the crotch of my panties. “Um…I’m studying for my fashion merchandising final.” Clement hums low in his throat and flips up my skirt, revealing the frilly, white panties he bought me, leaving them in my drawer without a conversation. Right alongside the cheetah print thong Nicholas bought for me to rile up Clement.

“Pan…underwear…and…and a nightdress.” Renee had thought saying underwear was less vulgar but knowing Dante was going to see her panties made her flushed all over.She hoped he only sees her fine underwears though. Dante searched through the wardrobe and found some of her panties. He bit back a laugh seeing the animal designs on some of them. Her panties were just as cute as her. He picked up her bralette and sighed. It was a Mickey Mouse design. As he passed the clothes to her,he teased. “Are you still a child?How can your underwear be so childish?”

I lock my phone and focus on getting dressed instead. I decide on something simple but professional—grey pencil skirt, white button-down blouse and black heels. My hair is tied up in a bun; I look in the mirror and see a "me" I haven't seen in a very long time. I don't know how I should welcome this familiar face. When I check myself out, I groan when I realize that my panty line is noticeably visible underneath my skirt. I sigh, looking through my drawer only to find that I don't have any more clean thongs, and of course, I don't have time to wash any.

plant fiber pants (good) 38/40 As I ponder the quality of the pants and why are they better than the rest of the clothes we wear, Anne turns around only to find my eyes sticking on her butt. I feel the heat rise to my face, but before I can say anything Anne cuts me off. "Listen, I'm not going to tell you anything just for looking, if you want to entertain yourself while we walk be my guest, but don't try to take advantage of me. Don't forget I'm much stronger than you"