Pleasure Panty Novels & Stories

My words never count anyway. I rush through the rest of the bath, scrubbing away the heat crawling under my skin, drying my body and hair quickly, trying to calm the storm inside me. Then my eyes land on the bed. My stomach drops. Lingerie. Not delicate. Provocative. Barely there. The kind of thing meant for strippers, not worn for comfort. Beside it sits something small, sleek, unmistakable. A pant vibrator. I stare at it like it might disappear if I blink.

In disbelief, Jasmine dangled a pair of silky panties up in the air. The material parted at the crotch, forming a butterfly. She’d never owned such a scandalous undergarment in her life, and she couldn’t believe Wiley would actually bring her such a thing. Yet here they were, several pairs of them. Yep, she could choose to be risqué in fire engine red, pink, black, white or midnight blue. It got worse.

As I need to see those beautiful long legs of hers so badly. And when she hung those panties up, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. God, I was so fucking hard, my pants felt so tight around my hard dick literally causing me pain. My dick screaming out to be freed from my pants. And she enjoyed every single second of her game. It was written all over her beautiful face.

Her eyes fell back on the couch and widened at the sight of the lacy, black panty that lay on it. It had not edge that threatened visible pant line when she pulls a clothe over it, all the more better. It was just like she loved it, lacy and sexy without any part of it needing to go up her ass crack. She caved in while still hating the man she was sure was at the giving end of this and put on the panty. It felt good as it perfectly cupped her core and the sexy confidence it gave her. She pulled the dress on because rewearing the one from last night would be just as stupid as it was unappealing.

But damn, he didn’t expect it to be Sakura and Darcy modeling the sexy pieces. As he gazed at her, he thought how exotic and desirable she was. Everything about her was perfection in that erotic outfit. Long legs in thigh-high stockings of white and pink with small beads and crystals lining the hems. Then there were those sexy panties that hugged intimately around her butt, showing just how shapely and firm she was. The waist of the panties, too, was lined with small beads and crystals. And then the bra. Fuck! Pink silk and white lace cupping those beautiful breasts in the most enticing way, thrusting the boobs upward, showing off the shape and soft flesh that made men want to weep with joy.

I needed to give her pleasure, just to know that I could She shimmied off her brief style panties. They were red, and patterned like men's underwear, but obviously designed for a woman. They were so her. My amusement at her choice of undies was immediately wiped away by the sight of her perfectly smooth pussy, puffy outer lips not quite concealing those inside. I couldn't believe how badly I wanted her. I sat up and reached out to her, putting my hand on her shoulder and running it down over her breast. Taylor held me to her for a moment before pushing me back onto the bed and rising up onto her knees. Her scent hit me, and my mouth started to water.

"Now make me yours in this new way." A deep growl rumbled up from my chest, and she closed her legs and lifted her hips as I tore off those pants together with her panties. I pushed her knees apart, taking a good, long look at my prize. A trimmed patch of hair sat above her slit. As she spread her legs her sex seemed to blossom before me, glistening from her little pink pearl down to her core. Her smell filled me, musky and sweet, drawing me in as I leaned down.

I ask. Scarlett starts laughing and says, "I am sorry. I forgot how long you have been away from the fashion world. Those are yoga pants and they are the most comfortable things in the women's world. They come in every color and design. Some have pockets, some only come down a little below your knee and some flare at the bottom. I am sure we can find you plenty of pairs." Yoga pants, that sounds like a funny name but having that many options sounds awesome. I might just have to have only yoga pants. Maybe some shorts too. It is already rather warm and it is only supposed to get warmer. This could be fun. I am looking forward to tomorrow now.

I yanked her wrists above her head, holding them with one hand and then answered her with one word. “Yes.” I released her hands for just a moment while I divested her of her shirt and bra. I was just as quick with her jeans, loving that these pregnancy pants slid on and off with ease. She called them ‘mom jeans’ or something and complained about how unsexy they were. “I think I am in love with your prego-pants,” I murmured. Sutton barked out a laugh. “You might be the only person in existence that likes them.” “Loves them,” I corrected. “How could I not love pants that come off in seconds? And if you are wearing them, they are sexy as fuck.”

She walked closer, pushing open her wardrobe as she brought out a blue Jean shirt. “This is a baggy shirt, it should fit in your body.” She said, tossing it into my opened hands. Donning it on, it was perfectly my size. It was a knee length shirt, which i would be rocking just like that. “I have some new panties, which are super stretchy.” She said, drawing out her undies case. She brought out a sparkling white pant, which I donned on immediately. I loved it, it looks so good and nice. I was done and ready for the day shopping.