Wet Panties In Public Novels & Stories

That image—her laughing at me—strangely turned me on, and I felt my erection returning. The toilet flushed, the light turned off, and I froze. That’s when I remembered the wet panties in my hand. Panic hit me again. What if she noticed them missing? What if she was gathering her clothes right now? Shit! I stood motionless, listening. Everything seemed quiet. If her clothes were still in the hall, I could maybe put her panties back. But they were soaked—crusty, even. I sighed. I’d have to wash them. The clock read 2:30 AM. I resolved to sneak down to the basement laundry room at 3, hoping Greg and Mackenzie would be asleep by then.

Trembling, weak at the knees, I unzipped it and let it fall to the floor. "Remove those panties." Complying, I lowered them, noticing the wet spot in the narrow cotton lining that had soaked up my juices. "I'll take those. You won't be getting them back. By the way, start wearing sexier, thong-style panties from now on." I said, "Yes, sir" as I handed my panties to him across his desk. He inspected the wet spot, smelled it, then put my panties in his desk drawer. "You know what this is, don't you Miss Choi?" he said, glancing at the plug.

I took off those annoying panties and set them aside. Feet pressing against the transparent glass, hips flat on the floor, I shamelessly put my most private self on display. I'd never tried that pose before. Doing it for the first time felt unbelievably exhilarating. Out in the main hall, people went on drinking and chatting, completely unaware of the young woman exposing herself in the restroom. Come on! Take me now—use all your raw, powerful manhood and ravage me until I break.

It accented her beauty and her sexuality, a short and flirty skirt, showcasing her legs, barely coming three or four inches below the apparent apex of her legs. I hugged her. "Have you any panties on, Reneé?" I whispered as I held her. "Heaven's no. I was off on Friday and today. This is the first thing I've worn since Thursday night." "You shall have to be careful sitting or we shall all be staring at your pretty pussy," I giggled. "I think I already flashed the water server. I feel like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct." "My God, Scott," Jerry said. "You let your women out of the house looking this magnificent. Aren't you afraid someone will try to make off with them?"

I was already wet for them now I have completely soaked my panties. I pull my arms from Axel as he unbuckles my bra and Rowdy takes it off and throws it behind him. I have no idea where it goes. I couldn’t give a shit. Right now the house could be on fire and I wouldn't care. Rowdy wraps his lips around the other nipple and sucks it to a peak. One of them pushes my dress to the floor and I step out of it. I'm standing in just my wet black lace panties and shoes and they still have their clothes on. Now I’m a bit nervous. I want to wrap my arms around my stomach to hide it. I'm not a small girl by any means.

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 mentioned. "I know that, but that underwear has nothing to do with me," he said firmly. "I have no idea where it could have come from." "Anata wa watashi ga orokada to omoimasu." "Look, I don't know what happened, but it's clear that they want to mess with us," he pointed out. I smiled sincerely because of his audacious cynicism. "I won't buy that. The panties were in the pocket of your pants, the ones you took off and left in the bathroom, like a public display for me to see. By the way..." I mentioned with ardor.

In a total failure of prudence, I lay on that wet towel with the panties in my mouth, picturing myself with her as I rubbed my rigid clit. I heard a noise. As I put the panties down, my sex-crazed brain now functioning I saw the label, size small. I gasped, staring at the stained panties, stunned. With a shaking hand, I returned the panties to the spot where I found them, not sure if I was careful enough. Too late now. I looked through the blind at the pool. The girl. The mystery blond teenager that I had watched riding her brother's cock and masturbating was cleaning our pool. The questions compounded: But the opportunity for clarity was present. I slipped on my shorts and tank and stepped

He was holding my tiny shorts in one hand, my soaked panties dangling from his fingers in the other. His eyes were dark, locked between my spread legs where my fingers were still buried in my dripping cunt. “Fuck…” I whispered, slamming my legs shut immediately, my face burning with shame even as my pussy clenched hard around my finger. Calvin stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click. “You left these on the floor,” he said, his voice low and rough, holding up my wet panties like a trophy. “I’m sorry… so sorry. I didn’t mean to touch myself,” I stammered, pulling my hand away, my voice trembling.

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