Wet Panties In Public Novels & Stories

He raised his finger between us, examined the dampness on it, and said, "Stop pretending. Anyone who wears panties like this is obviously open. Look at you. You are already wet. Stop forcing yourself. "Let go and feel what being a woman is like." The humiliation deepened until I felt completely exposed. "You are going too far. Aren't you afraid I will call for help?" He showed no fear. If anything, he seemed energized by it. "Go ahead. You could scream until you lose your voice, and no one would notice." He was right. The noise in the venue was overwhelming, and even with his mouth close to my ear, his words were hard to catch.

"This is wrong. I will tell someone." Professor Reed smiled and picked up his phone. He played a video. It showed me clearly touching myself in the bathroom while whispering his name. My cheeks burned with shame. "If you tell anyone these videos go public. Your parents will see them. Your friends. Everyone on campus. You will be known as the slut who fingers herself thinking about her married professor." Tears filled my eyes but my body was betraying me. My panties were soaked. He noticed and reached under my short skirt. His fingers rubbed over the wet spot and he chuckled.

The sound of her pantyhose tearing—that familiar ripping silk—drew a groan from someone across the table. "No underwear," Jack announced. "She's bare under here. Comes to faculty meetings with her cunt ready and nothing between it and the world." "Because they make me," Haylie gasped. "The boys. Rule number one. No panties on campus. Ever. So they can take me whenever they want. In the library stacks. The locker room. The greenhouse after botany lab."

The moderator welcomes everyone, and I do not really care about the rest of what he says. I rest my hands on Rose's knee, gently squeezing. Her thighs spread on their own accord, my fingers lightly trail upwards, and I feel something silky, like cotton. Panties. She disobeyed me. I redraw my fingers quickly. "You wore them anyway." I don't look at her, but I feel her eyes drop. "I felt weird..." she replies, voice low and charged. "Fix it." I say, eyes still fixed on stage. "What?" She looks around, then whispers. "I cannot take off my panties in a public function."

"As you wish, your majesty." Today, she wore a purple lace panty which was already soaking wet when I removed it. Unlike other girls, her hygiene was top tier. It matters and it's never embarrassing to let the partner know they have bad hygiene. (Like honestly if they stink it's not pretty sex lmao)

My excitement had hit its peak. But we were on a public street. I didn't want someone filming this and posting it on some random website. If my father ever saw it, he'd skin me alive. And of course—the more I worried about something, the faster it happened. The next second, my boyfriend hooked a finger under my thong and tugged it down. Just like that, my bottom was completely exposed to the air. Even with my clothes on, there was no hiding my most private parts. Did my boyfriend have some kind of cuckold fetish? But if it made him stronger, I didn't care what I had to sacrifice.

My cheeks burned with shame at the thought of how little modesty I would present myself in front of a stranger. However, I convinced myself to go along with it to keep Kent happy. Stepping out of the house in a mini skirt, I could feel the breeze between my legs. I was careful not to bend over while out and about, or I’d be completely exposed to the world. Every man I passed had their eyes glued to my hemline. It was the most embarrassing thing ever. As a woman with a high libido, I practically had to hold myself back from screaming under the burning stares of these men.

One had a hand over his cock, rubbing it through his pants, not caring that he was in a public place. Jake finally let me put my top back on, and we left the store. As we walked through the food court, he stopped me near a busy escalator. "Lift the front of your skirt for ten seconds," he said. "Show your pussy." I looked around. There were lots of people. Two boys who looked like they were in college stood nearby. My hands trembled, but I was so wet now. I wanted to please him. I lifted the front of my short skirt. My shaved pussy was completely exposed. The two boys saw it right away, their mouths opened, and they almost missed their steps. They stared at my wet pussy lips. I held it for t

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.

It seemed like they didn't like it when I tried to relieve myself of the ache. I could smell my arousal and I was certain they could as well. It got embarrassing when it rolled down my legs and both their gazes were locked onto my legs where my juices were rolling slowly until they reached the ground. My whole body turned red. I was beyond embarrassed, but the lust in their eyes told me they liked it. My conscious decision to not wear panties was only because I didn't have an appealing set of lingerie and I thought they would like it, but it was haunting me.