Wet Panties In Public Novels & Stories

“M-my pa-panties.” “You’re not getting them back.” “Why not?” “I thought we agreed that I’d make the decisions and you’d follow?” My tongue poked the inside of my cheek as I nodded. It was quite uncomfortable walking around without panties, especially with what just happened. What if I suddenly became wet again and my arousal rolled down my leg? That would be incredibly embarrassing. “From now on, we’d meet at a hotel. I didn’t want to touch you until then but you looked too irresistible today. I couldn’t help myself. I’ll send you the address and call you whenever I need you.”

Man, I should have worn panties today, but I didn't want the lines showing through my pants, so now my pants were getting wet. I got up to go to the bathroom, and Connor was still standing in the doorway. 'This is not happening. Please leave, please leave,' I thought as I made my way to the door. Connor didn't move but allowed me to go around him and watched me as I made my way to the bathroom.

Would the skirt be the last request? Reaching behind me, I unzipped my black pencil skirt and let it fall to the ground, revealing my black garter belt and white bikini panties. Mr. Roderick turned his chair so he was staring at me straight on. He expected more. “The bra and panties, Trish.” Erin motioned toward my chest and crotch. I fought back angry tears. I’d thought the times before with Erin had been embarrassing, but they weren’t nearly as humiliating as being showcased to a stranger like a prized pony.

He said showing my red panties with a hello kitty design on the front. My eyes widened at what I saw and quickly grabbed it from his hand. My cheeks were red and I immediately hid them behind my back, not being able to look at him too much because of embarrassment. I'm embarrassed because of my panties. Because it looks like a child, what can I do, it's a cheap one that I bought before I moved here to Manila. Hey! Why did Ros see my magical panties? Shame! "T-thank you." I stuttered while not being able to look at him directly."Get out of here, maybe someone will see you here and what

Cassie suddenly felt wet and rushed to the restroom to clean herself, not entirely sure of why her body reacted that way. She felt messy at that moment and the thought of putting up with that oh-so-nasty feeling of damp panties until she got home made her feel extremely uncomfortable. “How did this happen?” she mumbled, pulling down her skirt again. As she walked out of the room, she was in fear that someone would notice the wet spot on her panties even with her skirt shielding it.

Leave your panties at home. I was in a deposition at 10 AM—some bullshit merger dispute—and I couldn't focus on a single word being said. All I could think about was sitting across from Ryan with my bare pussy exposed under the table. About his fingers sliding up my thigh. About him testing me to see if I'd actually obeyed. God, I'm such a slut. The thought made me wetter. By the time I got back to my office, my panties were soaked through. I took them off in the bathroom, shoved them in my purse, and put on the dress I'd brought—a simple black wrap dress that tied at the waist. Easy access.

People seem to judge popular people harder than regular people due to their popularity, they expect calm in the face of disrespect and expect angel behaviour always. Stepping out of the bathroom, I walk to the standing wardrobe, its in a brown fine finish wood, I slide the lowest drawer open and frown. Three panties are missing from here, I frown again and walk to the bathroom to my circular plastic panty hanger to find it empty too, meaning five panties have gone missing.

And what did I do? I sat there. I let him. Worse—I wanted more. “Fuck,” I hissed, shoving my chair back. I couldn’t sit in my skin another minute. I grabbed my phone and the small pouch I kept in my bottom drawer and rushed into the hallway, dodging glances as I power-walked to the ladies' restroom. The second I locked the stall, I peeled my panties off. They were soaked. Not just damp. Embarrassingly, humiliatingly soaked.

“Wearing thongs now and everything.” If it’s possible, I blush even harder at his teasing words as he brazenly dangles my panties. I clutch my other clothes protectively to my chest. “Just...turn around so I can get dressed, please,” I mumble, unable to meet their heated gazes. To my surprise, the twins actually listen, turning away to give me privacy. I waste no time climbing out of the water and quickly tugging on my underwear and slip, my skin prickling with embarrassment the entire time as I try not to look at the panties still held captive in Ryan’s grasp.

He gently rubs me through my panties and that's all it takes , I almost gave out. " Wanna take them off?" Gray whispers, his warm breath against my ear gives me goosebumps. I turn to look at him wondering what he's talking about but he snaps the tiny waistline of my panties against my skin. Oh shit. I don't mind taking this blockage off. But it's gonna be embarrassing if Mia or the others find me taking off my panties because I'm about to get fingered in a family dinner with a birthday celebrant. Oh Gray, what hath thou turned me into.