Pulling Off Panties Novels & Stories

I run my hands over my curves, my fingers tracing the edge of my lace panties. “Now, it’s your turn” (You hurriedly unbuckle your belt letting your pants and boxers fall,immediately smashing your lips on your nipples and moving your hands down to clit and rubbing circles on my “moist kitty”)

he said biting his lips as he moved his hand up to stroke his chin. I moved to kneel, trying to be slow and sensual about it, I started by pulling the pin out of my hair, letting it fall somewhat gracefully down my shoulders,I moved to un botten the dress as slowly as I could, wanting to drag this out, my bra came off next, and then I was left in my panties, I hooked a finger Into the waist band, pulling it down slowly, I watched him pull his hands into a fist, barely being able to control himself.

“You’ve made a fucking mess of your panties, baby girl, soaking them through with your cum. I think we’d better take these off.” My fingers push under the edge of her panties, brushing against her soft, silken pussy before hooking into the soaked panties. I yank them down, making her gasp as I half rip them off in my zeal, letting them drop to tangle at her knees. She whimpers, panting as she stays just like that bent over, ass up, and legs spread for the both of us with her messy panties caught at her knees.

I grab the edge of the desk with both hands, holding on for dear life. His fingers trace the edge of my panties before sliding under the hem. He tugs them down, revealing my pussy, that he watches with hungry eyes. Down, he pulls my panties over my knees to my ankles. He helps me step out of them, then pockets them. I gasp in excitement and nervousness. I’ve never done anything like this before. No one’s wanted my panties, or had me up against their desk. I know he’s said no one will catch us but the excitement that they might courses through me, sending shivers along my spine.

“Take my pants off.” I lifted my head. My teeth caught the zipper pull. I pulled slowly downward. The zipper parted with a soft rasp. She lifted her hips. I hooked my teeth into the waistband. Pulled. The pants slid down her thighs. She kicked them off. Black lace panties remained. I looked up at her. “May I take your panties off, Master?” She smiled. “You may.” I leaned in. My teeth caught the lace at her hip. Pulled gently. She lifted her hips again.

He whispered slowly to her ear. He lifted her skirt, exposing her bottom and he daringly pulled down the waistband of her panties. In mere seconds, Niel managed to help her panties escape her slender legs successfully. Then he didn't wait long to unhook his pants and lowered down the zip. His pants got loose and went down half of his legs. He pulled down his boxer brief as well and his erection finally been exposed without a cover.

She slid her hands to each of my hips, pushed my pants to the floor, and dropped them low, sliding down to the floor along with them. I physically gulped. She laughed, “We dancers are quite flexible.” “I can see that,” I grinned. I put my hand on her chin and beckoned her back up. She rose as gracefully as she had lowered. Fuck. My dick is twitching for her. “I think these need to come off,” I said, as I grabbed the edge of her panties. “Do it,” Kimmy purred. I bent down on one knee and grabbed the waistband with my teeth on one side, and then I hooked my finger under the lace on the other side. I ever so slowly dragged her panties down her thighs. Fuck. She had a pretty pussy.

Hooking a finger underneath the side of my panties, I peeled it down then slowly removed my hand. I switched to the other and repeated the same process. My panties were now fairly below my butt. I sucked in my lower lip, agitation and excitement mixed in a violent cocktail in my belly. I was doing this, really doing this. Slumping closer into the drapes on the table, I placed both hands underneath my dress and pulled in one swift motion. A jolt passed through me when my panties dropped to the floor and I took a quick glance across the room to see if anyone had seen me do that. No one seemed overly interested in our direction and it made me relaxed a little. It also made me bolder.

I’ve been thinking about those panties since that day at the hot springs, and this time, when I slide my thumbs beneath the waistband at either side of her hips, she doesn’t stop me from peeling them down. I drag them down her thighs, her legs pressing together modestly as I slide them all the way off over her booted feet, slyly tucking them into the back pocket of my pants. Mine. Then I pull off her boots one by one, dropping them unceremoniously to the floor with a resounding clunk.

I slightly moved my legs trying to close them up but he saw my movements and immediately pinched me making me part my legs a little. He moved his hand around my panties and found it a bit hard to also slip into my panties. “Never wear panties when we are out. Got that!” He told me calmly. I was stirring a bit as he finally shoved his hand into my panties and playing with my clean shaved clit. “Ah!...” I let out a soft moan as his long fingers went to my pussy lips.