Wet Panties At Work Novels & Stories

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.

I said then sat on his desk not minding if he walks in. I unbuttoned my shirt exposing my breast and pointed nipple,I squeezed it hard, imagining his hands right there instead of mine. "God" I whispered as my hand traced down to my panties . I was soaked . I moved my thong to the side and play with my clit, calling out his name as I push my finger into my wet pussy.I wasn't thinking. I didn't give a fuck. If this is the reason why I get fired if I get caught then I will happily leave .

I huffed with frustration as one of my panties decided to act up and slipped to the ground. “Urgh!” I grunted as I picked it up and tossed it into the washer. “What did the poor clothes do to you, Amy?” Jim’s voice made me straighten. I spun around, hoping he hadn’t seen my quarrel with my almost-red panties. “Uh... nothing,” I squeaked. My cheeks heated in embarrassment, and I wished the ground could open up and swallow me whole. I seemed to be excelling at embarrassing myself in most parts of my new job.

That was all it took for the hunger to come roaring back. Work at the café was hell. Every bend to grab a cup, every stretch to reach the top shelf made my short uniform skirt ride up, reminding me how sensitive I was. I kept sneaking to the bathroom during breaks, locking the door and frantically rubbing my clit through my panties until I came in quick, silent gasps. My panties were constantly damp. I texted Daniel constantly. “I came twice this morning thinking about your cock.” “My pussy is dripping at work. I need you so bad.”

I fell hard into a pile of sharp gravel. The impact lacerated my palm, blood oozing from my bone-baring cut. I fixed my gaze on Jack Campton, yet all I saw in his eyes was annoyance. "Oh, no, Willow! You're bleeding! You're not going to get tetanus or something, are you?" Dakota Sweeney covered her mouth in exaggerated shock, but her eyes gleamed with poorly hidden delight. "What a pity. I just used the alcohol pads to wipe the mud off my shoes."

She told herself to relax. Instead of answering his question, she pulled him close and whispered, "I-I think I forgot to wear my panties." And she immediately let him go. He looked at her. She was surprised when the man bent down, and the people who were riding the elevator together with them, looked down to see what her boss was doing. When they saw he was fixing his shoes, everyone looked away, including her, but her body shook when she felt his hands slowly travel up to her thigh, and she was surprised when his finger reached her wetness.

smooth guy. We all got dressed. Tanner left the room first. As I came out, Mr. K. came out of his room wearing these sexy loose pants and a linen shirt. He held up a finger. I paused, letting Tanner go down the stairs. Mr. K reached out and dropped my wet panties into my hand. I reacted without thinking and pressed them to my face. They smelled strong. My orgasm and the smell of cum. I looked at Mr. K with wide eyes. He just smiled and walked down the stairs. I went back and put those panties in the bottom of my backpack. I may never wash them.

I show for her to sit opposite me from where I am going to get a clear view of those black lace panties that shows every time she flips those legs when she folds them over each other. And as expected as she lifts them, I think I nearly fucking die for now; they are red ones. Do I even dare ask her if she changed them? The only thing that comes to my mind is, well, I must have had her pretty wet before. Well, Ms. Winters, you are about to get soaking. So ask I pass her a glass of chilled whiskey, I only but smirk at her, “So, how is work here?” “Let me see,” she taps the tips of her finger against her lips as she pauses for a moment, “The CEO is definitely working me. Guess I must say it is p

I bit my lip and quickly entered a bathroom stall, shutting the door behind me. I hiked my skirt up, slipped my palm inside my panties, and palmed my pussy. I was soaking wet. I exhaled deeply, biting on my lips as I slipped my fingers into my slick folds. I pressed my thumb on my clit, circling my finger around it. I leaned against the wall, sighing breathlessly as my other fingers worked my sensitive clit. It was barely an hour into my first day of work, and I was in a public bathroom touching myself to the image of my boss’s cock and the thought of him stretching me out. Could today be any wilder?

"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."