Pulling Panties Off Novels & Stories

I found her panties and pulled it to the side. Her clit was so filled that it popped out over the folds of her 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.

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.

He drives, knuckles white on the wheel, but the mirror is a traitor, pulling his gaze back. I squirm deliberately, skirt inching higher with every shift. My fingers hook the lace edge of my panties, easing them down slow, the fabric dragging over my slick skin. I never break eye contact with the mirror. His gaze drops, locks, and darkens. “What are you doing?” His voice cracks through, rougher than gravel. “Taking off my panties,” I answer, low and unashamed, letting the lace dangle from one ankle before kicking it aside. “So you can watch. Maybe after I entertain you, you’ll add me to that list.”

I shivered, then my eyes widened as my son pushed my panties down my thighs. Lucky for him, I had put them on over my suspenders because I was in a hurry to leave this afternoon. I tried to spread my legs open, whispering, "No, Colt, no," but he let me sink between his thighs, and he used his legs to close my legs. My cheeks burned red as my panties passed my knees and fell to my feet—I hadn't put up much of a fight against my son's demanding strength. With a helpless sigh, I kicked my panties off my feet, then used my heels to push them under our seat.

In a momentary relief, I cup my breasts for a short moment to relish the freedom I feel whenever I strip myself of the restrictive piece. My hands slowly trail down my body until I hook my fingers under my panties. I scan their faces and grin as I turn around so my back faces them. Slowly, I pull my panties down, slide them down my legs and bend forward as I do. If a little show is what they want, that's precisely what they're getting. I'm fully aware that those three own me in every sense of the word in a matter of minutes, but I relish the grunts of approval behind me. Perhaps this is the most control I'll get over whatever the brothers plan, so I can enjoy that bit.

He wasted no time in yanking off the panties, till there was no obstruction left. . . . To be continued...

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.

I want it to be different, and I take a calming breath to help slow my tensed-up movements. Reaching out, I take the delicate satin ribbon of her panties between my fingers and pull, watching it slide down her hip slightly. A look of confusion crosses her face as I continue running my fingers along the lace edge to the other side and do the same. The fabric slides from her body undamaged until she stands completely naked before me. I smile at the thought that I will still take the undamaged panties with me, and she smirks as she seems to have read my thoughts.

He pressed down on me entirely and even tried to burrow between my legs. I could clearly feel something hot and hard against my inner thigh. Startled, I couldn't help but clamp my thighs together, my nerves on edge. It was a good thing I was wearing underwear today, or he would've gotten in. However, he wasn't satisfied. He hoisted my legs up and pushed up my short skirt. "It's so pretty and still looks tight." He reached out to pull off my panties. This wouldn't do. If he actually pulled them off, I'd be done for.