Wer Panties Novels & Stories

A middle-aged lady walks up to me and asks me if she could help me with anything. “Yes, please. I am looking for some panties and bras for myself” I tell her with a smile. “This way,” she says and doesn’t bother to return my smile. I walk behind her feeling a little uncomfortable. She pulls out a few high-waisted panties in beige and a few beige-colored sports bras and hands them to me. “This should do,” she remarks. This was not at all what I had in mind. I wanted sexy lingerie with lace and matching panties so that Mr. Barlow would get more excited when he sees me.

But damn, he didn’t expect it to be Sakura and Darcy modeling the sexy pieces. As he gazed at her, he thought how exotic and desirable she was. Everything about her was perfection in that erotic outfit. Long legs in thigh-high stockings of white and pink with small beads and crystals lining the hems. Then there were those sexy panties that hugged intimately around her butt, showing just how shapely and firm she was. The waist of the panties, too, was lined with small beads and crystals. And then the bra. Fuck! Pink silk and white lace cupping those beautiful breasts in the most enticing way, thrusting the boobs upward, showing off the shape and soft flesh that made men want to weep with joy.

“But I adore even more seeing you without it…” Maxima reached behind her in search of the clasp of the bra. The band popped free, and the cups loosened. She held them over her breasts for the barest of moments before allowing the straps to tumble down over her shoulders. Then she let it fall to the floor. Slowly… Seductively. “You’re such a witch… My witch…” She met his stare, then hooked her thumbs in the lacy band of her panties. “Yes… I’m yours…” With a little wiggle, Maxima worked the underwear down her legs and let it fall as slowly as the bra.

I tried hard not to make a sound. My trouser was unbuttoned next. He gently pulled my zipper down. Then he dragged it off along with my underwear in one slow drag, his eyes on mine the whole time. For the first time in a really long time, I was damn proud of my choice of panties. Unlike my boring thongs, today I wore a sultry pink net pant that barely covered my entire butt cheek.

He took out the designer bag and open it up, it contained two new bras and two panties both of Victoria's secret brand. Jason smiled when he noticed the panties had a cut at the pussy area, so that's what ladies call it, honeymoon panties, he laughed. He took the designer pack and brought it out, "Here you go " He said smiling. "Thanks" He noticed she sighed. Yeah, no doubt her grannies panties was the reason she had not wanted him to get her undies for her. "Excuse me" She turned to leave, but then moaned loudly in pains as she took one step.

With a mixture of excitement and nervousness, I carefully pulled the lingerie from the hanger. Stepping out of my clothes, I stood before the full-length mirror. The soft light from the chandelier bathed the room, casting a romantic glow. I slipped the panties up my legs, feeling the coolness of the lace against my skin. They fit perfectly, hugging my curves in all the right places. The intricate patterns of the lace seemed to accentuate every dip and swell, creating an alluring silhouette.

“...I always..wear them like this…I know master loved this design…”. (Elijah) Laying on her back, looking right at me on top of her, Her mature looks and aura charm me. She throw away her shirts, and took my left hand guiding it all around her breast that covered with the laced underwear, the further guides it passed her toned abs, letting me touched her racy and moist panties. She removed her skirt and showed me her entire self. “I never thought the panties..would look…so…see through….and the garter belt….nice touch…this is only for me right~?..”.

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.

Like I wouldn't be the one getting any. It took me a while, but I finally decided on a layered approach to getting undressed later. Black garter and stockings with this perfect pair of panties from La Perla -- high French cut with nylon see-though butt. I posed in my mirror and held my hair up. I swear I looked just like a lingerie model. Okay, but without the boobs. As usual, the top was easy, a black nylon fitted camisole.

Each step I took towards the changing room sent more soreness through my already sore pussy. Hell! I wanted him so bad. When I got back into the room, the feel of his gaze still lingered on me, it was like he was there, watching me as I stretched out the panties he asked me to wear, his words echoing in my mind again: I want to see you, wearing my favorite color. My eyes fell on the price tag of the panties and I gasped. 800 fucking dollars for just panties? That’s crazy.