Panty Novels & Stories

Her skin was fair, luminous, almost translucent, and I could see the blue veins beneath the surface, a map of treasures I had never imagined I would be allowed to explore. She smiled, seeing my gaze. “Like what you see?” she asked, her voice a provocative whisper. “Anya…” “Wait. It’s not over.” Her hands moved down to the sweatpants. She untied them slowly, her fingers sliding along the waistband of the panties I had not yet seen. When the pants fell, revealing her long, toned legs, I held my breath. The panties were a thong. Black. Tiny. Damn. “You’re a bitch,” I whispered, my voice failing.

It had everything to do with the swollen pink kitty between her thighs. Beau bent at the waist, and I almost swallowed my tongue. Right at the back, at the center of her skirt, there was a split that was high enough to give me a subtle peek at her panties beneath. Lace. Purple. Cheekies. "Stand up," left me on a pained grunt, the sound near animalistic and she bolted upright. Even standing straight and with her back to me, she was a temptress in this black little number. It molded over every delicate curve of her frame. "Walk back over to me."

I frown at him, sure I must be hearing wrong, because that cannot be an actual word. “Did you just come up with that?” I ask sardonically. “Nope. It’s an actual thing. Panties for men. Designed to be comfortable and sexy," he says, running his thumb over the silk edge. "And very breathable." "You would actually wear that?" I’m already picturing him in it and I have no idea why it’s affecting me this way, but I’m overheating. "Under my jeans? Sure." He shrugs, holding the black lace up against his denim to check the contrast.

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.

As for the panties, it was just a pair of black interwoven ropes that would leave little to the imagination of those lascivious old men. "How is a person supposed to wear this?" I blurted out without thinking as my mouth hung open. Ivy didn't respond to my question, she just chuckled and darted me a chuckle before she stood next to me to select a black garter, a black g-string, and a black brassiere.

My asshole was clenched tight and I knew that if I didn't do something about it there would soon be a big mess in my pants. Luckily Nanny relaxed her death grip and I could pull away for a second. She reached up and shrugged off her dress, it fell to the floor around her feet. There she stood on a pair of panties that clearly outlined the shape of her bulging sex, the fabric pulled deep into the vertical slit of her pussy. On either side black pubic hair peeked out from behind the thin covering. Without a word, Nanny took hold of her panties and pulled them southwards to join her dress around her ankles.

And it can also see her cleavage that gave more seductive. What a beautiful shape her body of she’s wearing. And the color of her skin became even more vivid. She took off the panty. He called Richard on the cellphone. “Do I really have to wear that t-back?” She was kind to the man when he answered her call. The young man inside the car laughed. He’s really laughing out loud. Because she’s bent over, she ends the call. She was wearing the panty than. It fits her but if the fabric of her dress is not thick, It can see what is in front of her because the cover is too thin.

At last, Preshy stood before me, having provocatively flounced in wearing her final coup de grace: a pair of barely-existent string panties made from two tiny triangular wisps of scarlet semi-transparent gauze. I laced up at each hip by a thin ribbon, and a matching open-shelf bra which consisted of a band of fabric below her breasts with just the very bottom outline of the bra cups – the effect being to give a modest amount of uplift, whilst exhibiting a thoroughly immodest 90% of her breasts, with her rosy nipples fully on display. I noted their stiff pinkness, but realised that her state of excitement might be due to exhibiting her work rather than her body, and for the career opportunity

Lacy pants with ropes at each end and lacy bras of the same material. Their clattering caught Darien's attention. Well, not so much. There was just something inside of him that made him look towards their direction. He glimpsed at each of the pant wearing girls, but, his eyes only settled on the smallest amongst them. She was wearing a black swim suit that hugged her body and displayed curves that were surprising for her stature.