Wet Panties In Public Novels & Stories

Seyi retorted. Omah took his cigarette from his mouth and grinned. "Those previous girls are not Prof. Ajayi's daughter you know. Besides you guys need to stop hopping from one chick to another. How do you even do it sef?" Dayo thought his friend knew better, a pity he doesn't. Well why else was he his best friend if he couldn't enlighten him on such small issues such as this one. "The best thing about panties is taking them off. The game is simple. You see a girl you'd like to smash. You pursue them, spend a few thousands. You get into their panties. You move on. It's so damn exciting!" He declared,

The public risk had me dripping. In the mall bathroom, he dragged me into a stall. "Quiet, slut." He gagged me with my soaked panties and fucked me standing, hard, fast thrusts into my cunt, then switching to anal. Muffled moans escaped as I came, clenching around him. He filled my ass, plugged it, and we continued shopping with his cum leaking slowly. The constant fullness kept me on edge, pussy throbbing for more.

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."

A distinct—and horrifying—lack of fabric where fabric should definitely be. Slowly, dread creeping up my spine, I reach back and press a hand against my skirt. Against my bare ass. Oh God. No. My underwear. I left my panties in Mr. Macaulay's office. Fucking hell. How could I be so unfathomably careless? What the fuck am I going to do now? I can't just spend the rest of the day at the office completely commando. What if someone notices? A cold sweat breaks out on the back of my neck as the reality settles in.

I answered from the entrance. "Oh, come in then." I had no choice but to brace myself and go in. But the moment I entered, I was nearly terrified out of my wits—the broke couple was making love on the bed. No wonder Mr. Warren insisted on me delivering contraceptives. These people really could go at it anytime, anywhere. When the man saw me, he didn't even bother putting on his clothes. Instead, he just got off his wife and walked straight up to me. His manhood was truly impressive. It swung back and forth as he walked. Even though it was hanging right there in plain sight, the man wasn't the least bit ashamed.

I shimmy out of my wet jeans and take off bra and panties. 'Who has seen you in these cute-as-hell panties?' Did he really agro over some imaginary other man? A shiver runs through me, and I step under the spray of water. Is that a total red flag? Maybe he is as creepy as I'd portrayed him in the Elevator. Would he keep me locked in a closet for whipping? Oh God. Just the thought of confinement in a small space makes my solar plexus twist. I erase the thought, focusing instead on the Whipping part.

One of the students complains and this makes everyone else start talking too. And without uttering any words, I drop down to my knees, unzipping Xander. Xander's gaze peers down at me, his eyes are saying everything his mouth can't express–anger, frustration and something dark that I couldn't explain. That scares me…so I avert his gaze, focusing on his pants. I know Xander has never had a problem being in the nude publicly because he's a flirt who gets blowjobs every now and then. But what I don't expect to see is the small bulge after I unzip him.

I then wobbled into his office and started searching around. I noticed his office had been mopped. Imagine if one of the cleaners saw it?!! I mentally cringed and looked under the table, and there it was. My black lacy panties. I rejoiced happily and got up to leave when the door flew open. I quickly hid the panties behind me. I could not start explaining to anyone of why I was standing in Diego's office in his shirt with my panties in my hand. But guess what? It wasn't just anybody.... it was him!!

“How did I let this happen? Why didn’t I say no? Push him away? And now it feels like I can’t go a damn day without thinking about him.” Then realization hit me. My eyes widened. “He took my panties…” I whispered in horror. “He licked and touch me down there… he saw what I looked like there. And to make matters worse, he actually walked away with my pant…” I blinked, mortified. “Oh God, what if he—what if someone saw us?” Shaking my head violently, I stripped out of my uniform and threw on something more comfortable: loose black shorts and and T-shirt. My fingers tremble slightly as I pulled my hair into a messy bun.

“Everything sounds really good to me, except the fisting stuff. That’s not okay. I don’t want a loose pussy, and I definitely don’t want a loose asshole. Plus, that would be horribly painful. Don’t even think about doing that stuff to me.” Tim laughed deeply and smiled back at me. “Okay, no fisting. I can handle that limit.” The waitress came back with our drinks and noticed the panties sitting next to Tim’s plate. It was like a light bulb turned on in her head as she smirked at us and put the drinks on the table. I was embarrassed that she knew that I was panty-less and that my confusion earlier had been the result of some sort of stimulation by Tim. I could feel the juices dripping down my