Pulling Off Panties Novels & Stories

“Listen to her. She’s melting already.” “Not even naked yet,” the one behind me murmured, his fingers pinching my nipple until I cried out. The woman pulled back, licking her lips, eyes glinting as she hooked her fingers under the waistband of my pants. “Let’s change that.” With no hesitation, she tugged them down, slow enough for everyone watching to get their view, but firm enough to leave me exposed. My panties were soaked, clinging to me, and I swore I heard more than one groan from the circle around us.

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.

“I have to get ready.” I rake my eyes over her body again, and they linger on the black panties. “I am not sure these are the right panties for that dress,” I smirk. Elizabeth looks down at her body curiously. “I don’t understand.” Dropping to my knees before her, I hook my hands in the waistband of her panties and pull them down slowly. I look up into her eyes as I slip them off her body. She takes in a sharp breath as she steps out of the panties. I slide them into my back pocket before getting back to my feet.

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.

Pulling her panties to the side, as his finger slides deeper into her. He quickly feels her dripping off his knuckles. She gasps as he grabs the front of her panties in his fist and rips them right off of her. The thin sheer material easily shredding as he pulls. He needs to see more of her, lifting her dress over her head, revealing more of her supple pussy lips. As the dress drops to the floor, he ogles at the sight of her beautiful large areola’s, his eyes cannot hide his approval as he glances over her sexy body. Feeling his lust building within.

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…

Consumed with the idea of breaking his limit, I sit back, spread my legs wide enough for my iPad to fit in, and take a picture of my soaked panties. The shutter sound makes me look at myself, eyes dark, narrow… screaming wild things he dare not say. It's my turn to play the fool. I ignore him and zoom in on the photo. Blue panties soaked to filth you can literally see it dropping. And what’s more interesting is my soft folds beating against it, you can trace your fingers around the rough areas that form a knot against my panties. It's so fucking good… I gulp dryly, knowing that my next step may consume us.

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.