See My Panties Novels & Stories

She says breathless. "Take this off," I say straightening up. I watch her get up from the bed slowly. She stands up looking down at me. I wait looking at her intently. She turns around and then she bends over taking off her panties. I gasp in excitement at the view. I can see all of her when she bends over like that.

"Please give them back." His hand slipped into his pocket, pulling out the panties. He dangled them in front of me. "Come get them."

"Now flip your camera so I can see my panties." I tapped the reverse camera button and saw my sock-clad cock and her red panties in the small window on my screen. My tall rod leaned to one side, pushed by the tight crotch of her underwear. Harley Quinn smiled back in the big window. "Now I want you to run your middle finger over your panties just like I am right now...and keep breathing in my sock." I left her sock hanging on my face and lowered my finger to my crotch. I rubbed my balls through the damp red lace. My pole bounced uncontrollably.

I spread my legs wide, my eyes fixed on him as I pushed my panties aside. Let's see how long you can hold back watching me like this.

“Patience, love.” He steps back and watches me, waiting to see what I’ll do. I turn around and walk back to the living room. Standing by the arm of the couch, I look back at him. I smile and start to unbutton my shorts. When he arches a brow at me, I say, “It feels better if I’m just in my panties.” I swear he lets out a small growl when my shorts hit the ground and I’m left in my pale pink panties and my soaked, see-through shirt. Looking down I can’t help but laugh. My panties are just as wet and clinging to my pussy.

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.

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.

When they dropped Linda, however, as they were moving away from the place, Nunu said to her friend: 'Did you see your picture in that little girl?' 'I think I did.' 'Blood cannot tell lies. That girl is just you seen in a younger body.' 'You are simply right. If you see my photograph at that age, you will think it's Sandra.' 'I want you to know where my husband and I live. I know you are a very busy person, just like myself. So, if you don't mind, we can agree when I will come and collect you to do so. Then, we will discuss about when we have to see Dr. Zaki together. Meanwhile, I will drop you at your office.'

Present “Ah B – Baby , you like that baby?” I hear my cousin’s voice moan out , making me feel sick to my stomach. I know I should not , but the urges in me helps pry my eyelids open. I am appalled by what I see – my cousin , in nothing but her birthday suit. She straddles David , who is also naked. David lays on his back , while she straddles him , with his cock buries deep inside of her. I watch in horror as she bounces on his dick – I watch how it enters her each time she lands on it. I watch her throw her head back , moaning aloud about how good it felt.

He smirks when he sees my black lace panties and brings his nose to my crotch. He takes a whiff of my panties and his fingers wrap around the lace. With one brutal yank, Sir Oliver rips the delicate fabric in two, shredding it like paper in his hand. I gasp at the sudden exposure, my body shaking from the thrill of it all. I'm soaking wet. The ruined panties flutter to the ground like fallen petals. My bare flesh meets Sir Oliver's starving gaze. And yes, I'm smoothly shaved this time. Call me crazy but I've been shaving everyday since that night. And I've taken an interest in wearing panties more often.