Underpants Sans Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry, did you say something? I was highly distracted.” I pulled back and rolled my eyes. “Says the man in the grey sweatpants.” “What about my sweatpants?” “Lift up your shirt.” He followed my instructions and exposed his muscular abdomen and the oh-so-enticing V that disappeared beneath the waistband. “Damn.” I blew out a breath and fanned my face. “Those are totally hot.” “Wait, my sweatpants are hot?” “Oh, hell, yes. You didn’t know that grey sweatpants are the male equivalent of lingerie?”

Anders stood, pulling at the button of his pants. “Wait. I want to do that.” I stated, sitting up. Although I felt like I was about to fall back over, I wanted this. I wanted to enjoy every aspect of this. Taking the now open button of his pants, I pulled them down, allowing them to fall to the floor. Anders wore a pair of boxer briefs and they left nothing to the imagination. His penis was large and after a moment of shock, I took his underwear in my hands and pulled them down, allowing his penis to spring free.

‘Fucking great, thanks for that. I strip off my stained pants and underwear, sliding on the fresh pair. The pad feels weirdly uncomfortable, and I’m not completely convinced it’s in the right spot, but it seems to cover the essentials. Comparing it to the stain on my other underwear, it should do the trick. Grabbing the clean yoga pants, I pull them on quickly.

The desk dug into the small of my back, holding me upright as he pressed forward, the hard line of his erection unmistakable against my hip through his tailored slacks. “Do you always show up to work like this… wet, bare, and so damn tempting?" he continued, voice rough with approval. “Or is today my lucky day?” I’d ditched wearing panties months ago after seeing some late-night TV segment about breathability and feminine health—best decision I’d ever made, especially now, with Blackwell’s fingers sliding against me with nothing in the way.

Between my legs, I was still sensitive—puffy and slick from the orgasm I’d given myself under the hot water, replaying every second of Uncle Ryan’s cock rubbing against my pussy in the pool. I should have put on panties. I really should have. Instead I pulled a light yellow sundress over my head, the fabric soft and thin. It hit mid-thigh, easy to move in, easy to… access. No bra. No panties. The thought made my nipples tighten against the cotton. I smoothed the dress down, turned sideways, and caught the faint outline of my breasts. Anyone looking closely would see. *This is insane,* I told myself. *He’s your uncle. Aunt Lisa is downstairs making dinner like everything is normal.*

Lucien said, his words stroking each of my nipples and my cunt. Then they started stripping themselves naked. Their shirts came off first, exposing their strong, sexy abs covered in tattoos. Then they unbuckled their belts, letting their pants pool at their feet. Their cocks were so thick, pressing hard against the blue Calvin Klein briefs they were wearing. I swallowed hard, hungrily, as I stared at the sheer size of them. Damn… I missed these cocks so much. At the same time, their fingers gripped the bands of their briefs and pulled them down.

Holy fucking bees on a stick, was this man just trying to tempt me because tell me why he was standing here in front of me, shirtless with those damn grey sweatpants? My eyes ran down his body, and goddamn, I had never seen what Adonis looked like. I mean, come on, it was not fair that a man had to look this good. His chest was chiseled, a rock-hard six-pack and a very strong vline, and that delicious trail of hair that led down to his… Desmond cleared his throat. “You see something you like, little menace? You can take a picture if you really want to,” he said.

Power had a way of announcing itself without words. I didn’t need anyone to tell me who it was. Adrian Hawthorne. He paused briefly at the entrance steps, speaking with someone near the door. For a moment, sunlight caught his face. Sharp features.Dark hair.A calm, unreadable expression. Then the door opened. And he disappeared inside. The courtyard fell quiet again. I stood there a moment longer than I probably should have. Then I shook my head and returned to cleaning. Just another rich man. Just another employer. Except something about the way he carried himself lingered in my mind.

No panties underneath, just crotchless pantyhose, and a shelf bra that lifted my massive tits high, leaving my hard nipples completely exposed under a sheer, low-cut blouse. He told me the guys at these parties often got wild and crazy, and that I should just go along with whatever he said or did. The venue was dark, loud, and packed mostly with men. As soon as we arrived, a large group of Anthony’s coworkers surrounded us, their eyes glued to my barely-covered tits. Anthony was visibly proud as they openly complimented him on having such a hot young wife. Before long one of them asked if Anthony shared. After a quiet word from Anthony, we were suddenly led into a private back office along w

However, she wasn't one to back down easily. With the unwavering support of Dr. Ruiz, they had devised a plan. Nysaa decided to reach out to the community center where she worked, hoping that her colleagues and friends there could provide assistance during this challenging period. Determined and prepared to face whatever was coming, she got ready for work. She dressed in her usual attire, an ensemble that reflected her bold and non-conformist personality – short shorts, a graphic tank top, and a leather jacket, an outfit that had become her trademark.