Pulling Off Panties Novels & Stories

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.

Her body was a delight to me. "We're only taking off these panties today," I warned, and pulled the side ties of her panties, stepped back, removed the small fabric from the way and watched her in wonder for a while longer. "Sorry, little bee, but we're starting right here on this table, I can't wait any longer."

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.

I smile up at her, loving that she is watching me tease her. I rub my nose across the small strip of fabric, the tiny barrier separating me from the heaven of her sex. It is already soaked from her juices, and I plan on making her even wetter. I set her leg down and run my fingers under the edges of her panties until I get to the outside edge at her hips. I hook the fabric with my fingers and proceed to slowly pull her panties down her legs until I’ve fully removed them.

“I don’t think we will be needing these.” I took hold of her panties and started to pull them down over her hips. She leaned back to help me take them off, revealing her pussy to me. Pulling her panties off and chucking them across the room, I quickly lowered my lips to taste her before she could get too self-conscious.

Then she slowly pulls my shirt off over my shoulders. I scrunch her dress together; it finds its way over her head and into a pile next to my shirt. With very skillful fingers, I undo her bra and toss it to the side. I take that skimpy little panties and wiggle it over her that tight bum that she was swaying so freely.

"Your panties are soaked with your juices. Soaked panties cling to your little flower tracing beautiful shapes." He rubbed my pussy with his fingers and I spilled out a loud moan. "Lift your little ass. Okay? My baby." He squeezed my panties, intending to pull it off. I was too shy to know what to say, so I could only lift my ass to let the panties leave my body smoothly. "Oh my god, is your little mouth flooding?" He joked. He carried my panties and felt the weight of it. He tossed the panties to the other side and bent down on his knees between my legs. He leaned over and blew a soft breath of hot air into my core. His lips were only a short distance from my pussy.

Then she slowly pulls my shirt off over my shoulders. I scrunch her dress together; it finds its way over her head and into a pile next to my shirt. With very skillful fingers, I undo her bra and toss it to the side. I take that skimpy little panties and wiggle it over her that tight bum that she was swaying so freely.

My cock pulses against my tongue, my balls already drawing up tight, heavy with the promise of what is to come. Catalina steps out of the joggers, her fingers immediately going to the elastic of her panties, black lace, barely there, the kind that clung to her like a second skin. She didn’t rush. Oh no, she teased, dragging the fabric down her hips with agonizing slowness, her ass flexing as she bent just enough to let the panties slide the rest of the way to the floor.

Unable to breathe properly, I parted my lips slightly when he lowered himself and began leaving open mouth kisses between the valley of my breasts and kept moving lower and lower and stopped once he reached my panties. My breathing hitched as he kissed my dripping core through the fabric of my panties. Holding onto my things, he parted my legs and stared at my panty-clad core. Even if I wanted to, I didn’t avert my gaze. I looked at him, staring at my core lustfully. I couldn’t stop the tingling sensation that spread through my body. He slid one of his hands up to the waistband of my panties and tugged on them and pulled them out all at once and threw them away somewhere in the room.