Panty Novels & Stories

There was one of those long bare legs that I had so often imagined wrapped around my head. Kathy had let her legs spread wider, and she shifted her butt on the table and raised her left knee higher than her right, which caused an even wider gap and more exposed thigh flesh. And now there they were, in clear daylight—her panties. Silk and shiny. And lavender. Her hands were on the hem of her dress and seemed to be pulling up on it with her palms. With her chest out, it looked like she was posing for me. I could even see the bulge of her pussy mound as the silky panties clung to it.

I did, and she would be one by the time I was done with her. She shoved off her yoga, pants exposing a matching pair of cream-hued panties. They were so delicious, the front soaked with her excitement. I couldn't wait for her to show off her thick bush. I just knew her black curls would be dripping with pussy cream. She folded her yoga pants just as carefully as her blouse, setting them on those garments. Then she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties. She pushed those off, the fabric rolling as it slid over her curving rump and lush thighs.

"By the way, if you're going to try to take things slow, then I would go with the pantie rule." I quirk up one eyebrow, in a 'what are you going on about' kind of way, that my sister knew all too well. "The pantie rule. If you're not ready to have sex but don't exactly trust your control, wear like the ugliest pair of panties that you have. That way if it does start to get a bit hot in the room, you'll stop it so he won't see the hideous underwear. Wear the underwear you'd wear when on your period, that always works."

She seems to be genuinely worried about me so I just try to assure her that we are fine so that we can get some shopping done. She informs me that yoga pants are a type of exercise pant so we go into an exercise store to look for clothes first. When she told me that there are many types of yoga pants she was not exaggerating. There are some in almost every color and design. This is amazing. Some are thicker than others, while some are so thin that I am not sure I would feel comfortable wearing them out in public.

I tried hard not to make a sound. My trouser was unbuttoned next. He gently pulled my zipper down. Then he dragged it off along with my underwear in one slow drag, his eyes on mine the whole time. For the first time in a really long time, I was damn proud of my choice of panties. Unlike my boring thongs, today I wore a sultry pink net pant that barely covered my entire butt cheek.

They were cute silky black panties, but they were not meant to be worn under tight fitting clothes. I quickly unbuttoned the jeans and stripped them off. I walked over to my panty drawer and opened it up. It took a while, but I was finally able to find my tiny G-string in all the mess that was my underwear. It was perfect because it was black satin that matched my bra perfectly and it was basically just a small triangle in the front with just a string that went up my ass and tee'd in the back, attached to a small jewel that attached to the strings that wrapped around my waist.

She unfastened her jeans with tantalizing slowness, seeming to lower the zipper a notch at a time. Her panties showed at last. They were skimpy bikinis, slung so low that a fringe of pussy hair showed above the elastic. Manuela shook her hips and the jeans fell all the way down her legs and she stepped out of them, completely naked, except for her tight panties. The sheer fabric of those panties hugged Manuela's crotch so snugly that the outline of her cunt was beautifully obvious. She rubbed herself through the clinging yellow nylon until it was darkened by a spreading stain of her pussy juice.

I chose a short pink tight lycra miniskirt and black top with open shoulders and tummy. I struggled with whether to wear panties. I tried a few, but couldn’t get the pants lines not to show! What the hell, I would go pantiless. I would just have to be careful. I checked myself out in the mirror. I loved how my ass looked in this skirt! I looked and felt so hot!

I question him. He flips me onto my back and hovers over me momentarily. “You want to play first, then go check things out?” He confirms. “Exactly.” I agree. He kisses me deeply and allows his fingers to explore my body. “What in the world?” He asks, sitting up promptly and looking at the missing material from my panties. “These came with an opening just for me?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. “They sure did. They are called crotchless panties.” I state. “I am going to explore these.” He declares and then does until he tires of them and rips them from my body.

"Now the pants and panties, Iris." With a nervous smile, she hooked her thumbs in the elastic band of her stretch pants and pulled them down her legs, revealing a pretty pink thong, covering a small tuft of light colored hair above her slit. Once she had stepped out of her pants, she repeated the process for her panties.