Peed Panties Novels & Stories

With a PA starting salary of £100k a year, plus bonuses, it was four times her current meagre wage -- she knew it had to be worth going for. She dressed sharply, adorning her lean figure in a tight pencil skirt that hugged her ass and thighs perfectly. It had a fairly generous slit from her knee upwards that displayed her toned thigh when she moved. Obviously, the key to feeling good is wearing good underwear, so she slipped on silky black French knickers and a matching balconnette bra that pushed her breasts upwards into two beautiful mounds. Her long legs were modestly almost covered in sheer stockings, held up by suspenders.

I fell on all fours, already feeling my inside clenching and beginning to melt into a puddle. "My little minx, you've been practicing," he pushed the split further apart. I wore black hollow bandage g-string panties with little pink lace and an open crotch that was a bit tight. Zayne pushed the split apart completely, almost ripping the delicate material. "I don't remember seeing your pussy when you flashed your ass at my siblings and me earlier. Or have I gone blind?"

"Just a suggestion, but if you plan to come out here in the moonlight again you might want to wear something a little less, uh, flimsy than that T-shirt." Peyton looked down and felt herself blush to the roots of her hair. She hadn't expected to share living quarters, so she hadn't given a lot of thought to her wardrobe. She was wearing her oldest sleep shirt. When she looked down, she realized how thin it was, how worn after all these years. Her nipples poked at the fabric and stood out like giant gumdrops, and her purple bikini panties might as well not have been covered at all. "I, ah, I'm - "

Even with this dreary weather, it’s hard for me to be in a sour mood when I’m with Damiem especially when he’s being so playful. “What about these?” I ask him, picking up a practical pair of lace-trimmed cotton boyshorts. Everything in here is so expensive; it was the first pair of underwear I spotted with a semi-reasonable price tag, which would also fit comfortably. “Well, not really my color. I need something to bring out my eyes,” he winks. “Not for you! Me, silly!” He strolls over and takes the pair of panties from me. He rubs the modest fabric between his fingers and inspects the delicate stitching. “Nope,” he shakes his head.

Everything that always should have been hers in this lifetime, but was stolen from her at birth by being born into the whole ass wrong family. She slid her dress off and kicked it to the side and got out of her shoes and undergarments as quickly as possible. She took off everything but her black laced t-back panties. She took a quick glance in the mirror and she smiled. She absolutely loved the way those panties made her tight, round ass look even better. She blew herself a kids and gave a little wink as she slowly opened the bathroom door again.

Angelica, though embarrassed, had to admit the set was rather cute, not at all like the underwear she was used to wearing - the colorful cotton kind that came six in a pack. These panties were sexy. And so were the others in the bag. Angelica set the black satin lingerie on the bed and took out the next set, a pair of lacy bikini panties in rich burgundy with a matching padded bra, plain cups but lacy elsewhere.

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.

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.

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!

"Now the skirt." She nearly tripped, taking it off with her shoes still on, but she managed. The panties were red after all. They didn't quite match the brighter shade of her bra, but I could well imagine when you had to custom order bras because your tits weren't covered by the regular catalogs, you had to make do. Wine red. Almost black where her pussy had dampened them.