Wet Panties In Public Novels & Stories

The desk dug into the small of my back, holding me upright as he pressed forward, the hard line of his erection unmistakable against my hip through his tailored slacks. “Do you always show up to work like this… wet, bare, and so damn tempting?" he continued, voice rough with approval. “Or is today my lucky day?” I’d ditched wearing panties months ago after seeing some late-night TV segment about breathability and feminine health—best decision I’d ever made, especially now, with Blackwell’s fingers sliding against me with nothing in the way.

The concert of the band we were going to was postponed so we ended up here. Next month we will watch. That's for sure. I took a shower first. And I forgot that I didn't have any clothes or underwear with me. I always carry panties because I usually don't want to pee in a public toilet or anywhere that doesn't have clean water. So in case I bring a replacement. Shhh. Truth this. So that's it.. I winced when I finished. I saw four towels. That's why I wiped first and took the bath robe and put it on. Here, I'll just borrow something from yam to wear.

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

(Emily's POV) I hate to say this but I really need to pee. I can't hold it in much longer. Swallowing my pride, I stood up and walked to the bucket. It was a dark blue plastic bucket, the one you use to clean the floors with. I pulled down my panties and bent my knees, careful not to touch the bucket. I did my business and then pulled my panties back up. He still hadn't gotten me toilet paper as he promised.

“Trust me.” I sucked in a shaky breath as his hand drifted between my thighs. My heart began to thunder. I looked around, hoping not to meet the spying eyes of others. A small relief came when I realized no one truly paid attention, and it was hard to notice anything in the fast-changing, flashing lights and smoke. But could I truly let him continue? I had never even thought of doing something like that in public, and now— “Fuck,” I panted as his fingers grazed the soaked lace of my panties.

(Lana's POV) He growls low, hand sliding up my thigh through the slit in the dress, fingers finding my bare pussy, no panties, just wet and ready. “No panties. You walked into that gala full of rich pricks with no panties on?” I rock into his hand, whimper when he circles my clit slow. “For you. To make you lose it. Like this.” He thrusts two fingers inside me deep, curls them, makes me arch and moan loud. “Loud, Baby Girl. Too loud. We’re in public. You think I want anyone hearing what’s mine?”

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.

There was an awkward silence between us as we headed for the elevator, maybe just from my side. My head was too busy trying to comprehend everything that had just happened, I could still feel the moisture between my legs as I walked. It was so embarrassing to walk out of the cafeteria without panties, especially since I was wearing this orange body-hugging elastic gown. With a close look, anyone could tell that I wasn’t putting on panties. Good lord! The embarrassment making it even obvious I cursed Maxwell endlessly in my mind. What other silly ideas did this man have? He was so good at it that you could tell it wasn’t his first time. Maybe he enjoys harassing women, of course with their co

I hissed, tilting my head to the side to give him better access. I was soaked, my body reacting to the sheer taboo of it. This was a public place. Yilena was probably watching... but what I really wanted was for Lucien to walk in and see me in the arms of another man getting fingered for everyone to see. The thought sent a jolt of electricity through me that had nothing to do with the alcohol. He pushed my panties aside, his fingers sliding through my wetness. I choked back a moan, burying my face in the crook of his arm that had moved up my chest to play with my breasts.

Imagine dropping to your knees in front of the whole stadium…* Emily stumbled mid-kick. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips, barely audible over the music but enough for the girl next to her to shoot her a confused look. Heat flooded her face. Her panties were now soaked through, the wet spot darkening the red fabric. Every movement made her swollen clit rub against the seam, sending sparks of unwanted pleasure shooting up her spine.