Wer Panties Novels & Stories

She walked closer, pushing open her wardrobe as she brought out a blue Jean shirt. “This is a baggy shirt, it should fit in your body.” She said, tossing it into my opened hands. Donning it on, it was perfectly my size. It was a knee length shirt, which i would be rocking just like that. “I have some new panties, which are super stretchy.” She said, drawing out her undies case. She brought out a sparkling white pant, which I donned on immediately. I loved it, it looks so good and nice. I was done and ready for the day shopping.

"Sshhh, you don't want to cry over me remember?" ************** He sat on my bed, while I moved to the other side so he could also lay down if he wanted. "I came to return this like I said earlier." He slid his hand into his pocket and pulled out a red laced panties with a black ribbon in front. The panties looked every shade of sexy, it only covered the way to the mini heaven, while the rest were like net. It looked–I gasped when I recognized it to be one of my favorite panties that I had been looking for a while now.

She grins. She continues to peel herself out of her clothes in time with the music 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.

This was over. Instead, to my shock, my demure wife reached under her polka dot dress and pulled off her panties. They were white, cute, and cotton. She dropped them on the floor, then slid her dress back far enough so she could reach her own sex. No one could see anything private, only a bit of tan leg. But for Ariana it was scandalous.

Elowen I slid the single, flawlessly folded pair of expensive boutique underwear over my hips this morning, and the contrast was immediate. After the absolute psychological warfare of yesterday—which had forced me into a humiliating, high-anxiety dash through the bright red aisles of the undies shop just to settle for a scratchy, suffocating multipack of cheap nylon panties—feeling the familiar, luxurious silk against my skin was a freaking massive relief.