Wer Panties Novels & Stories

Until I find bare skin. Her smooth legs are right in front of me. Tone and thin, a hint of a tan, but still pretty fair-skinned. She lays on her back, her legs comfortably spread a foot or two apart. Oh god she’s only wearing panties. The same style as the ones in the laundry room, only a pale lavender color. Low cut, a standard comfy style, elastic strap at the top. I can tell how thick her hips are. She hides it well at work, always in a slimming business skirt. But she’s nice a curvy.

"Tell me about this lingerie you've been hiding from me." I giggle, "Well, the corset laces up the back and it's made of lace. Entirely see through." He groans, "See through, huh?" "Mmmhmmm and the panties are made of see through lace as well." He gulps loudly. "Is that so?" "Yep." I say popping the p, "But you see they are magic panties." He cuts me off before I can explain, "Magic, magic panties? How? How are they magic?" He's fumbling with the room key and I almost feel bad for getting him this worked up already. Almost.

He pulled me to the fitting room and I tried everything on again. But this time, I was actually amazed by how true Victor was when he told me about how comfortable these panties could be! It felt so different from men's underwear, they are so smooth, so light, and some of them even make your skin feel cool and refreshing! I never expected how powerful these panties could be! My mind was so blown! After we obtained the sets of lingeries, boxes of squishy silicone breast pads, and pairs of stockings, we went to the next stop.

Alina pov I knelt patiently outside his office door, sitting back on my heels, wearing nothing but the delicate red lace panties I had bought just for him. The waiting was torture. The air smelt like the thick scent of arousal. Mr Parker ordered yesterday not to wash my pussy. The dried remains of my cum still clung on my skin, making it unbearable to control my desire. I had worn the same panties all night, touching myself again and again thinking about his long hard dick, that was going to get buried deep inside me.

"Now the skirt." She nearly tripped, taking it off with her shoes still on, but she managed. The panties were red after all. They didn't quite match the brighter shade of her bra, but I could well imagine when you had to custom order bras because your tits weren't covered by the regular catalogs, you had to make do. Wine red. Almost black where her pussy had dampened them.

Her hands rubbed unconsciously up and down his arms, coaxing him, urging him to free her from her restraints. Like lightning, his hands tore away her colorful protection with ease. Now exposed, her panties copied her bygone bra: thin, delicately woven cloth, decorated in lace designs, with a black rose at the top. Her grin widened, and before her partner could fully appreciate her little panties, her fingers slipped under the thin hem and slid down towards and past her thighs, presenting herself to his wondering eyes.

I reach for her hips, but she captures my wrists and places them back next to me. She continues to peel herself out of her clothes until she is only wearing her bra and panties. They are a dark pink matching set, made mostly of sheer lace. She saunters over to me, turning her back; she places both her hands on my legs and lowers herself onto my lap, grazing my cock with her lace-covered ass.

Before Angel could say anything, Phoebe had dragged her down every aisle in the store. A variety of the best quality women's underwear and lingerie were sold there. Angel was a little dizzy looking at the price tags for each of the mini-thin underwear. The price was almost equivalent to one month's salary. “What do you think about this one? Which does Xander prefer, the two-piece or the one-piece?” Phoebe showed her black and nude lingerie in different styles. Angel thought for a moment, then shook her head.

Lena drags me to a different shop. A naughty shop. “Do you want to buy something?” I ask her. She smirks and replies, “Not me but you, darling.” She takes me towards a section and browses for a while. Eventually, she hands me a set that makes my pussy clench. What should I call it? It’s a skin color see-through lingerie. A one piece bodysuit made for naughty purposes. “I thought the crotchless panties were naughty.” I mumble to her and she laughs.

I folded it quickly, almost angrily, and tossed it next my jeans. My panties matched the same wine-red color with a thin band of lace at the hips and a little bow at the front that I suddenly realized looked ridiculous in this context. It's like I had shown up to war carrying a ribbon. I ripped them off as heat crawled up my neck, tossing them next to my bra.