Pulling Off Panties Novels & Stories

Her wet panties clung to her body and he couldn't help but stare. He walked towards her slowly, his eyes traveling up and down her body. He reached out and pulled her to him, stroking down her back as she snuggled into his chest. His fingers deftly unclasped her bra and pulled it over her arms, swung it over his head like a lasso and tossed it off towards dry ground. She giggled when his fingers trailed down her arms. He could feel the goose bumps on her skin. His hands skated down her sides and slid into her panties, pushing them over her hips and waiting for her to step out of them. They soon were flying through the air and hit the ground with a splat.

Then I pulled the dress all the way down until I was left wearing only my underwëar. As soon as I did that, he pulled me by the waist. His hand slid to the center of my pússy. The sensation was slow and teasing, making me shiver. He couldn’t hold back anymore and pulled down my panties as well. When my flushed slit was exposed to him, he began to play with it fully.

Stephanie extricated herself from the swimsuit and pulled a black lace bra and matching panties out of a bag. She pulled the panties on while facing away from Andrea, and so was unaware of her friend’s lustful staring. The panties were semi-transparent and a seam ran up the back so that they hugged all the curves of her bottom. Then she wriggled into the bra, which was similarly sheer. Her perky nipples were clearly visible through it.

I got behind her, running my hands over her ass, feeling her taut ass through the thin cotton. "What are you doing?" she demanded. "Just trying to get a grip," I answered as I move my hands up to her waist, raising her skirt as I went. My finger tips found the waistband of her panties and I pulled them down. "My panties!" "Sorry, I was just trying to pull you out." "You are such a liar, I am so telling mom you wouldn't help me." "Well, if I'm going to get in trouble, it might as well be for something good," I answered as I resumed caressing her ass.

I bit back the rising tremor deep in my bones, clenching my throat to keep any soft moan from escaping. Perhaps my tight clothing restricted him. In the next second, he suddenly grabbed my blouse and yanked it downward…

If they found out, it would be unbearably humiliating. I half-closed my eyes and leaned back against the seat, pretending to be asleep as if I hadn't noticed them. At the same time, I curled my toes tightly, struggling to keep my body from shaking. Then I caught them whispering. "Hey, did you guys hear? That lady seems to be doing something down there." "Yeah, I heard it too. Though it was just my imagination. I never expected someone like her to have urges like that. She couldn't even hold on until she got off."

Her face twitched a bit. I inhaled the pleasant scent, closing my eyes and opening them. I rested my eyes on her. She is looking dumbfounded. I lowered the panties and smirked. She kept staring at me. I tore the fucking panties effortlessly. "No...." "Shhhh," I hushed, tossing the panties away. Her eyes followed them and they brimmed. "Listen, shawty." She kept staring at her panties. "Look at me damn it!" She obeyed.

She was always complaining, slowing everyone down. Jack, on the other hand, seemed to have endless patience and indulgence for her. "Alright. Let's see what's so heavy." He stopped the group, knelt, and opened Dakota's backpack himself. In front of everyone, she carefully pulled out her precious belongings, as if presenting a prized collection. There was a full set of luxury travel-sized skincare, a nearly unused oversized power bank, chips in every flavor, jelly, sour belts… and a heavy jar of peanut butter.

Underneath she only wore the strange panties he had bought her, the red ones that were very thin at the back, really just a string that ran up the crack of her bottom. One of his hands started squeezing her exposed buttocks, first one and then the other, the fingers pushing at her hard muscles. The fingers slid up her bottom and got hold of the stringy straps of the panties, pulling them down her thighs and to the floor. His hands held her ankles and helped her step out of them. Hayley felt very disoriented now, as though she might fall, the music blaring in her ears.

She took a breath and said aggrievedly, "I... can't. Can we do it when we get home tonight?" Her response was that her panties were pulled off by him, and then her body lightened and she sat on the desk again, and the small pants stuck on her legs were completely removed. Her sensitive chest was twisted hard, and her gasps were swallowed by him. Then she was pulled forward and sat on the edge of the table precariously. Instinctively, she hooked her neck around his neck to seek stability, and her legs were lifted and hooked around his waist. I don't know when he released his strength, and he eagerly pressed against her and rubbed her slightly moist secret.