Pulling Panties Off Novels & Stories

Reaching into a small bag, she pulled out a pair of black panties with an odd looking thing in the crotch. "Shut the door," Amanda said. Sam quickly obeyed, turning and doing as she was told. Turning she walked back over to Amanda and looked at the underwear. "Take your panties off," Amanda said. Her pulse quickening, Sam did just that without a thought of dissent or hesitation. Hooking both fingers in the sides of her panties, she pulled them down after hiking up her skirt, and then slipped them completely off. Holding them up, she offered them to Amanda who took them and smiled, holding up the little wet spot in the crotch.

And he's making me burn and tingle between my legs, craving more of his touch. Travis slides his hand under the band of my panties, first separating my outer lips with his finger, then shaking his finger inside him to bring the moisture up to my clit to help lubricate it and make it more rubbing. easy. When his hand moves up and down under my panties, I quickly realize that his hand is quite large and my panties are quite small. So, fearing it will ruin my perfectly good panties (not to mention it will make things more convenient for him and me), I hook my thumbs under the elastic band at my hips and pull the fabric down.

Christina’s POV Carefully, he reached for the hem of my top and I obliged, raising my arms for him to pull it off. Next, he went for my pants and slowly slid them down my waist, leaving me in my white cotton panties. His warm palms settled on my stomach and slowly slid down to grab the waistline of my panties and just like the pants, he slid them down my legs until they pooled at my feet. Next, he grabbed my hand and I stepped out of the pool of sweaty clothes.

Ethan clenched his jaw tight as he waited for her answer. "Positive," she replied as she unbuttoned her pants. She laid back and pushed them down over her hips then their hands tangled with hers as they helped her to remove them. Hooking her fingers through the sides of her panties, she watched them swallow hard as she took care of those as well.

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…

I bite my lip, trying to steady myself as the fabric brushes against my thighs while I pull it up, inch by inch, over my head. The gown slides off my arms and pools on the massive, luxurious bed with its black silk sheets, leaving me in nothing but a lacy pink bra and matching panties she’d also brought me. "I want everything off,” he grunts, eyes dragging over me. I fumble with my bra clasp, the hooks getting stuck before finally coming loose. It slips down, freeing my boobs entirely… they jiggle as I pull off the bra completely, shoving it aside. I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my panties, lift my hips slightly, and slide them down before kicking them aside.

He pulls me over to the bed where he sits down on the edge and lifts me to stand in front of him. With painful slow thoroughness, he pulls off my jeans and lifts my feet free of the socks. He nips lightly at my belly while grabbing my panties. His lips follow the edge of my panties as he peels them down over my hips. He stops just above my special area and lets the panties fall the last bit. With a look full of promises, he pulls me down to him.

First my throat, then my collarbone, then my exposed breast, then the soft silk covering my belly, and then my thighs. He lingered there, right at the apex of my thighs, and his thumb gently pulled my panties away. The elastic stretched. “Say it,” he whispered. I quirked an eyebrow. “Say what?” Noah released the elastic of my panties, and they snapped hard against my inner thigh. I flinched, biting my lower lip. “You know,” he whispered, pulling the elastic out again. I shook my head, squirming slightly beneath him. “I don’t. I—”

Once I'm up, Daddy gently pushes my back down—resistance impossible without the control of my arms—easily bending me over and forcing my chest to the mattress. He grabs my blue satin panties, pulling them down leisurely, a marked contrast from his usually furious yank. He shimmies them down, and just before they leave my butt, I feel them cling to my pussy, pulling strands of juice down with them, my pussy soaked completely. Or so I thought I couldn't get any wetter.

Drinking you in and loving every minute spent with you. My hands slide down to your shoulders. Fingers gently lifting the straps, pulling them outwards and letting the dress fall to the floor. I see your reflection in the mirror behind you. You are completely naked. "Ok," I say, "Where are your panties." You giggle and say that you took them off before we started our walk back. I hold you close. You push away, you say "Someone has far too much clothing on." as you unbutton my shirt, slide it off my shoulders and then kneel in front of me. Undoing my belt, unzipping me and pulling my trousers and pants down in one swift movement.