Wet Panties At Work Novels & Stories

NATHAN "You know how risky this is," she says. I spin her around, pressing her against the metal. I lift her dress, exposing her ass and revealing the incredible lace and bow panties she's wearing. A moan escapes my throat. "Fuck. You can't wear this to work. There's probably a law against it. From now on, I won't have a moment's peace wondering if you're wearing one of these things."

I then wobbled into his office and started searching around. I noticed his office had been mopped. Imagine if one of the cleaners saw it?!! I mentally cringed and looked under the table, and there it was. My black lacy panties. I rejoiced happily and got up to leave when the door flew open. I quickly hid the panties behind me. I could not start explaining to anyone of why I was standing in Diego's office in his shirt with my panties in my hand. But guess what? It wasn't just anybody.... it was him!!

Chapter 9 By the time I made it back to my desk, my thighs were a slick, sticky disaster. Lucian’s second load mixed with the first was slowly dripping out of me with every step, soaking the insides of my skirt and making my skin glisten faintly under the harsh office lights. I sat down carefully, pressing my legs together, but it only made the wet mess worse. The leather chair felt cool against my bare ass, a constant filthy reminder that I was sitting in the middle of the marketing floor with no panties and my boss’s cum leaking out of me.

I fucking own men. On Friday, I went to work, but did touch myself during my zoom meetings and didn't care if I moaned once in a while, even if my co-worker could hear it. I was dressed in a black office dress, short skirts, no panties, and a undershirt from which my nipples were visible. After work, I could not get my mind to focus, because all I wanted was to get fucked like the whore I am. So I decided to take the matters in my own hands.

Not giving up on my cock hunting adventure, I stand up to sit on my desk, just maybe he will see how soaked I am to ignore when I catch my reflection in the side mirror. The place my pussy has conveniently sat on, is soaked up, a darker shade than the fabric. A wash of embarrassment runs through me. I slowly adjust it off my ass, hoping no one would tell, but a silly thought crosses my head. ‘What if he sees it… and likes it?’ I watch him nod at whatever the manager is saying… And study him close enough to see his fake interest. It's obvious, he wants the manager out as much as I do. Consumed with the idea of breaking his limit, I sit back, spread my legs wide enough for my iPad to fit in, a

Alina pov I knelt patiently outside his office door, sitting back on my heels, wearing nothing but the delicate red lace panties I had bought just for him. The waiting was torture. The air smelt like the thick scent of arousal. Mr Parker ordered yesterday not to wash my pussy. The dried remains of my cum still clung on my skin, making it unbearable to control my desire. I had worn the same panties all night, touching myself again and again thinking about his long hard dick, that was going to get buried deep inside me.

“Keep going. Everything. Panties too. I want you completely naked for this inspection.” I shoved my leggings down next, kicking them off my ankles. My face burned as I hooked my thumbs into my soaked panties and peeled them down my thighs. The crotch stuck to my pussy lips for a second before coming free. I stepped out of them and handed the damp bundle over, my hand trembling. “These are fucking wet. Great. You can see what your stupid rules did to me,” I muttered. Grant took them and set them aside. He looked at the dark wet spot on the fabric then back at me. “Natural reaction.

Already aroused, that German voice in her head kicked Sabrina's libido up to a thirteen on a ten point scale. Her playmates in easy reach, she wiggled out of her jeans. She sighed, wondering how long the wet spot had been showing on her crotch. Hopefully she'd not been walking around with it at work. She mopped herself with her panties and tossed them in the hamper thinking she'd need to do the wash tomorrow because she was going through underwear at an alarming rate. She was still wet, because the panty bath hadn't done any good.

"You didn't have to do that." "I destroyed your underwear," he replied matter-of-factly. "It seemed only fair to replace it. Do you like them?" I picked up the panties, noting the delicate lace and the tiny bow at the front. "They're beautiful. But also completely impractical for a workday." "Who said anything about being practical?" His voice dropped lower. "I want to picture you wearing them under your skirt all day. It'll give me something to think about during my meetings." "Is that all you think about during meetings? What I'm wearing under my clothes?"

Part of me liked the reminder. In the morning I stood in front of my closet for a long time. No panties. He had been very clear. I chose a short black skirt and a loose sweater. The skirt barely covered my ass. Every step made me aware of how bare I was underneath. I felt exposed even though no one could see. I went to work like normal. Or tried to. Every time my phone buzzed I jumped. It was never him. By lunch I was wet again just from the constant anticipation.