Wet Panties At Work Novels & Stories

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.

“But they’ll see you. They’ll see how flushed you are, how you squirm when I touch you.” She bit her lip hard, trying to stifle the moan that rose in her throat as he rubbed her clit through the damp fabric. Her body betrayed her instantly, hips jerking against his hand. “God, you’re shameless,” he growled softly, sliding the panties aside and plunging two fingers into her dripping heat. “Cumming at work like a whore.”

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.

Finally, I called security to drag her out of my office. She almost left behind her panties as the security was dragging her out of my office, good thing I remembered it on time, because I wouldn't want to mistakenly find myself in any scandal. When I picked up her panties with a pencil (because I was not touching that), I made the mistake of catching a whiff. The bitch wasn’t lying when she said she was wet. What kind of lunatic gets aroused during an interview?! The worst part is that she had the audacity to even tell me how wet she was.

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.

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?”

My panties aren’t wet. They should be. While I’m sitting across the table from Mr. Franklin Banes, my ex-boss, my panties should be dripping. And they’re not. There’s no sizzle. No boom-boom. No tingly spine or somersaulting stomach.

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