Wet Panties At Work Novels & Stories

"I kind of fantasize about doing it in the office, on the conference table." "Are people watching us?" She shook her head. "No, well, sort of. Since we started being... open about things, Sabrina is there sometimes masturbating as she watches us. I've even imagined Becks joining in like that." "I'm going to be stuck in here for a while," you said, looking down at your tented pants. "Sorry," she giggled. "Though I'm just as bad. I can feel the wet spot in my panties." You bit the tip of your tongue for a second, trying to decide whether to push things or not. This sort of talk wasn't supposed to happen in the office; it was against the rules you'd set for yourselves.

A gasp escaped my lips as he reached my nub, my soaked panties preventing him from hitting his target. He groaned, "why the hell are you wearing panties?" He asked. "I go to work, remember? I can't walk around with no panties." I said. "Well, now it's a problem for me." He said. I let out a laugh. "Sorry if this is bothering you but I can't go to work with my ass out." "Indeed." He drove as fast as he could to the villa. Someone was excited to have sex. That would be me, I had no idea why he was driving so fast.

Don't jerk off thinking about me. Zane- I may leave class and do just that. Not like we actually have to be here if she is. Me- NO my panties are not wet! That's a total lie I was in such a hurry to change out of my pajamas that I totally forgot to change my soaked panties, I can feel the wetness rubbing against my thighs and its disgusting. They definitely do not need to know that though. Zane- I don't fucking like liars and right now you're being one. I felt how greedy that cunt was for me.

She screamed into the pillow to muffle the sound, but at the same time, she forced a pee in her pants. “What the hell?” She muttered. Feeling the wetness in her panties as she trotted to the bathroom, she locked herself in. Her office pants were the first to hit the floor, then her thong followed, then she opened her thighs to check the source of the wetness. To her dismay, milky liquid formed irregular lines as they trickled down her inner thighs.

I shoved her away throwing my purse and the shopping bag filled with tampons on the couch. "At work ?" She walked over and picked up the bag, using a finger to pick up a new pair of lacy panties. Her eyes widened into saucers ."At work! Don't tell me you're sleeping with your boss!" I almost choked on my saliva." What the hell !...No! " "Then what are these, and how do you explain your stay at work?" She threw the panties at me and it landed on my face. " Have you ever heard of working overtime?" I snarled, throwing the black lacy material back at her.

I close the door. Gosh how can this happen?! I’m in a cubicle with my boss, a prostitute and not the Ladies but Gents! I turn to them and whisper “Pull up your pants!” to Adrian and grab the drunk girl panties from Adrian’s hand and give them back so she can wear it back. Then I turn facing the door.

he was talking dirty to me and I loved it My panties were already soaked " so what are you waiting for?" That was his cue as he placed me on his desk hiking my skirt and spreading my legs wide. He removed my panties and brought them to his nose "Mmmm, you smell divine," he said sniffing it " I'm going to keep this with me so I can sniff it whenever I'm missing you and I don't want you wearing panties when you are coming to work again," he said "Okay sir," I said with a smile

What it would feel like to bend her over my desk, raise that fucking sexy gown up, and just fuck her. I wondered if she was wearing panties. Damn it. I had to stay focused. Last night should not have happened. It never should have happened, no matter how much Iris had tempted me. “This is a workplace, not a fashion show,” I muttered, leaning back further in my chair to disguise the fact that my cock was pushing against my slacks right now. Iris arched her brow, folding her arms. “Sorry, boss. Would you like me to wear a sac to the office next time?”

I murmured, and I meant it more than they could ever understand. The rest of the day dragged on in a strange haze. I tried to focus on my tasks, but my mind kept drifting. Every time I shifted in my chair, I was reminded that I was completely bare underneath my dress. No panties. Just the cool air brushing against my still-sensitive, swollen pussy. Every small movement sent a secret thrill through me mixed with embarrassment. I kept wondering if anyone could tell. If they could smell the sex on me. If they knew their boss had just fucked me senseless on the conference table.

"Down. Now. You're wasting our precious time." They pushed me onto the wet grass, kicking my legs open, my dress pulling up. "Push your panties to your ankles. We wanna see that famous cunt." I dragged the thin fabric off my waist, down my knees and to my ankles, trailing my legs. My bare cunt lips was soaked, clit sticking out long and swollen like it always does when I was worked up. Slowly spreading my knees, panties hanging uselessly, keeping me in check, exposing everything for their eyes. "Fuuuckkkk...."Connor whistled. "Look at that fat wet gash. Clit's already begging for attention."