Wet Panties At Work Novels & Stories

I scream but it is cut short. The door which had slammed hard against me opens again. Kai’s face peeks in. I rise sharply. “What's it again?” I scold within. His pupils dilate. “I forgot my panties.” His eyes drops on the floor beside me. I trail meeting his wetspot blank panties. I blink with calculative thoughts. “Not gay, why is his panties wetspot?” “Throw it quickly!” Even touching it, I feel numb. “Throw it now!” I bend hesitantly, picking it slightly, flinging it over. His threat echoes again, overwhelming me with guilt. Anger spills.

My attention was brought back to my screen when I heard my notifications blow up with Finn's reply to my message. "Have you ever gotten super wet at work?" I stared at the text for a while and bit my lower lips as my head began to imagine some dirty thoughts. "Finn, you're making me imagine dirty thoughts right now," I confessed. "Oh yeah? "Tell me what color of undies you are putting on at work." "Red..." I responded without hesitation. At this point, I could feel my nipples getting hard already as I sat down on the lounge while I found it hard to stop texting Finn at Mr. Fernando's office. I clamp my legs together in reflex too.

I used the opportunity to search for my undies but . " I took them out so someone would get you a new one. " My eyes widened in horror. " You did what? "My voice raised. "You don't want to go to your first day of work with a panty wet from your liquid do you?" My mouth gapped. "Have you been this chatty or I'm the one realizing that now" I asked him, putting my eyes away when he chuckled looking at me. "Neither." He muttered. I stood up with the duvet wrapped round me, his eyes followed me as I grabbed his shirt, tossing it on.

Can't form coherent thoughts. The crop presses against me through my panties. Just enough pressure to make me whimper. "You're soaked," she observes. "Absolutely drenched. And you want me to stop?" "Please," I sob. "Please, I'm begging you. I can't...I can't lose control like this. Not here. Not at work." I can't believe this is happening "But you already have lost control." She increases the pressure slightly. "The moment you walked into my office, you lost control."

5cm sizes without difficulty. No, she could easily slip in three fingers without much preparation. The training paid off, and nobody at work suspected a thing. The fake celibate was also starting to get used to the feeling of something inside her, especially when she walked. The sensitivity increased, and merely crossing her legs could bring pleasure so much that her panties were soaked by the end of a busy workday.

The door opened after a moment of silence, and a tall brunet with disheveled clothing walked out, trying to make the presumption that nothing had happened, but knew they were not quiet during their fun. “How shameless is Polly?” one of her coworkers said under her breath to another. “I heard the boss just got over an STD.” the other replied “Well, if she catches it. It certainly serves her right. Just look at her flaunting herself, fixing her makeup and hair.” The coworker stated, looking in her direction. “How shameless of her to do such things in the workplace; doesn’t she have a home?” ‘What do they know? I’ve tested and came out negative. I’ll go and keep getting tested as long as I keep

I have never felt more frustrated in my life than I do right now. Eventually, I pull myself together and meet Rebecca downstairs. We manage to make it to our lunch meeting in time. Despite my sour mood from not getting to cum in my dream, I manage not to ruin the meeting. But I am uncomfortable from having to walk around with my ass free under my skirt. I know it's risky, but I didn't have a choice. I couldn't keep on the pair of panties I'd worn to work that day. It would have been like someone had dipped them in water and put them back on me. But I don't want to walk around like this for the rest of the day either though, so I need new panties. Luckily, there is a mall close to the restaur

I mean a few minutes wouldn’t hurt, right? Like instinct, I spread my legs wider. The feeling of the soft silk brushing against my skin turns me on even more. Before long, I’ve pulled off the pants every worker here is required to wear. They’re thin and completely overworn that I hear a rip, probably from the speed I took it off, but I don’t care. I am too completely turned on to care about anything at this point. When my finger reaches underneath there, I instantly feel the wet spot on my panties. I am completely soaked and I haven’t even done much.

The desk dug into the small of my back, holding me upright as he pressed forward, the hard line of his erection unmistakable against my hip through his tailored slacks. “Do you always show up to work like this… wet, bare, and so damn tempting?" he continued, voice rough with approval. “Or is today my lucky day?” I’d ditched wearing panties months ago after seeing some late-night TV segment about breathability and feminine health—best decision I’d ever made, especially now, with Blackwell’s fingers sliding against me with nothing in the way.

I said softly. “Are you sure?” As she asked this she pressed my hand tightly against her crotch and let out a last little trickle of pee over my fingers. “Well, you already pissed my pants for me,” I said, looking down at my expensive dress pants which were getting colder by the second. “I have another idea though.” Before she could ask what I had in mind, I picked her up and laid her back down on my desk. She giggled a little as she went through the air. She left her legs spread open on my desk and I caught a glimpse of her soft white panties that were now sporting a large yellow stain. I loosened my belt and let my wet pants fall to the floor. They were quickly followed by the boxers that