Peed Pants Novels & Stories

She hands me the cream, sheer, small organza top, and I stare down at it. “I don’t think I can do this…” I sigh. “Sure you can.” She hands me a pair of skimpy leather shorts and I glance around, looking for a change room. “Just dress here darling, I’ve seen it all.” Oh man. Okay. I slide my leather skirt down my legs and stand before her in my lace panties before I slide the short hot pants up and into place. I turn and glance at my behind in the mirror. “Oh jeez. These are skimpy.”

"No Panties Day" Scarlet Louis’s command from the bathroom still echoed in my head as I got dressed. “No panties today, Scarlet. Short skirt. I want easy access whenever I want that pussy.” I obeyed. I chose a thin, pleated white mini-skirt that barely reached mid-thigh and a tight baby-blue crop top that hugged my full breasts and showed a strip of my stomach. Every time I moved, I could feel the cool air kissing my bare, still-sore pussy. Louis’s cum from the shower was still slowly leaking out of me, making my inner thighs slightly sticky.

You glance back at the door, it's still locked, then you drop the towel. The gray henley is the first thing you grab. It’s huge. When you pull it on, the neckline slips off one shoulder, the hem stops halfway down your thighs. No bra, no panties. Just soft, worn fabric against freshly scrubbed skin. Your nipples pebble instantly against the cotton; the hem teases the tops of your thighs with every small movement. You grab a pair of black sweatpants next, way too long. You roll the waistband twice, cinch the drawstring tight, but they still hang low on your hips, threatening to slide down if you move too fast.

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.

Pam came out of the change room in a dress that did not suit her at all. It looked like it wouldn't suit anyone. It had a short skirt that gathered in at the hem, making her butt look comically big. The neckline seemed to have some sort of paperbag-like fabric sticking up all around her chest. The whole thing made her look like an over-decorated puffball. "Okay, I know this is a bit unusual," Pam said, "but I really like this one. What do you all think?"

I'm secretly a flirt, why not i'm a fun person even though I don't have any friends, though someday I might. One of the cool things about Mrs. Carter is she likes to buy us nice clothes, and says we have to have matching undergarments, jshes always told me dont be one of thoes girls that were red panties under white pants she also says dont't show your under colors or lines. Its not proper for a young woman. So I had on matching blue thong and lace bra. No panty lines here. I was looking at myslef in my long wal mirror.

Davina POV “Better?” I ask, arching my back a little. The tips trickle in, $5 here, $8 there. Barely scraping seventy-five total. NightRider88: shorts next SugarKing: $15 for the panties I stand, turning so the camera catches the curve of my hips, and slide my thumbs into the waistband of the shorts. “Hey, Sugar King. You always this sweet?” I ease them down slowly, bending just enough to give them a show, then step out and kick them away.

He was a great singer but everybody was a better singer than I was. I Slowly creeped out the bed, trying not to make a sound, I tried to put on my clothes and sneak to the door. I put on my tight red dress, my purse was lying on the bedside table with my phone but one thing was no where to be seen. My panties. I searched everywhere for them but were no where to be seen instead what I found was a fancy calvin Klein underwear.

That's how this good Catholic schoolgirl turned into a total cum slut. I jumped out of bed, took a quick hot shower, and shaved my pussy nice and bare, just how Butch liked it. My Sunday dress was still in the laundry, so I grabbed my school uniform instead. Gray pleated skirt, white button-down blouse, and that gray sweater jacket with the St. Marks patch on the left side of my chest. I smiled to myself as I slid on my special thick black tights—the ones I'd carefully cut the crotch out of. The nylon felt so smooth hugging my freshly shaved legs, tight and silky. I pulled a pair of plain red panties over them, then slipped into my low 2-inch black pumps. Dad was strict about the heel height

It’s too cold to wear shorts. He stands in front of his side of their large closet, just his shirt and underwear on, and jumps slightly in surprise when Dallas comes up behind him to grab his waist. “Can’t decide?” Dallas asks. Clearly he knows Ford too well. He slips his hands under Ford’s shirt to check which underwear he’s got on. They’re nothing exciting, really. Just his black boy-short panties. When he’d bought them, they’d both had a good laugh at the name—somehow the style of underwear made popular for women based on the design of men’s brief shorts had made a full circle, turning into a more feminine-style adjusted back to accommodate the male body.