Wet Panties Sexy Novels & Stories

“No one can see us back here. Just get the vibrator out.” Vivian didn’t need to be told twice. She couldn’t wait another second. She pulled up her summer dress around her waist. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath but a pair of thin cotton panties, which were already soaked through. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and yanked them down to her knees. The cool air on her wet skin made her shiver. She bent her knees slightly and slipped two fingers inside her pussy, slick with her own wetness. The hard, plastic shell of the vibrator pressed deep, buzzing relentlessly against her inner pussy walls.

I want to see how wet you are. I reached down, my fingers trembling as I gripped the hem of the white dress. Slowly, agonizingly, I hiked it up, exposing my bare hips and the damp, glistening slit of my pussy. I wasn't wearing any panties... I never did for Big Daddy. I reached down, sliding two fingers into my folds, the wetness making a loud, squelching sound that echoed through the stream. "Mmmph... I'm so soaked," I moaned, my hips beginning to buck instinctively. "I've been thinking about you all day, Big Daddy. I'm such a mess for you."

“I’m wet too.” “Take your panties off,” Sharon said, gazing at her damp panties with desire. Beth slid her own panties off, and the two women were finally bare together, their naked pussies exposed. “Ooh… your pussy is so pretty when it’s all wet like that.” Sharon’s eyes narrowed as she threw the sheets off her naked lower half.

The wet spot on my panties is obvious now. “You need this so badly,” Vanessa purrs, voice thick with satisfaction. “Look at you, already falling apart for us on your first day. Such a needy little housewife.” The words should humiliate me. Instead they make me throb harder. They keep touching me—fingers circling my clit over my panties, mouths and hands on my tits, whispers of how pretty I am, how wet, how perfect for them—until I’m trembling on the edge, right there in my own living room in the middle of the afternoon.

I love how wet you are for me. She moaned as he slipped a finger under the damp material of her panties and into her burning body, she was dripping wet with her need for him and the soft little sounds she made as he pumped his finger in and out of her tight channel made his cock grow rigid. Lifting her he stood placing her on his desk, tugged off her panties and pushed up the expensive designer dress around her waist, ‘My little Bella.’ He groaned freeing his hard cock, ‘Tell me you want this.’

"That feels so good." He rewarded me with a slow, sexy smile. "I want to make you feel even better," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive rumble. Without warning, he slipped his hand beneath the waistband of my panties. His fingers slid through my slick folds, teasing my entrance before circling my clit. I cried out at the sudden rush of sensation, my back arching off the bed. "Jesus, Sara," he groaned, his eyes dark with lust. "You're so fucking wet."

The fabric was stretched tight across her chest, her nipples were hard and visible through the thin material, like two little bullets begging to be bitten. And below that... Fuck … were black lace panties. The kind that left nothing to the imagination. They were cut so high on her hips that the curve of her round, full and perfect ass was completely exposed. The fabric between her legs was sheer. I could see everything. The shadow of her slit. The outline of her clit. She was already wet. I could tell by the way the lace clung to her. She was brushing her hair slowly and sensually. Like she knew someone was watching. Like she wanted someone to watch. Her eyes met mine in the mirror.

"Down. Now. You're wasting our precious time." They pushed me onto the wet grass, kicking my legs open, my dress pulling up. "Push your panties to your ankles. We wanna see that famous cunt." I dragged the thin fabric off my waist, down my knees and to my ankles, trailing my legs. My bare cunt lips was soaked, clit sticking out long and swollen like it always does when I was worked up. Slowly spreading my knees, panties hanging uselessly, keeping me in check, exposing everything for their eyes. "Fuuuckkkk...."Connor whistled. "Look at that fat wet gash. Clit's already begging for attention."

She said feeling herself blush at the same time her panties became drenched. “And what is wet?” he dragged his tongue along the top of her panties. “Me… my…” “Pussy, baby. I want to hear your sweet voice say that your pussy is wet for me.” His teeth and fingers began to pull her panties down, leaving her exposed completely. Helens’ desire was stronger than her embarrassment. “My pussy is wet for you.” She answered softly.

He leans up on his elbows so my arm fits between us. He holds my gaze as I slide my free hand down my half-bare body to the waistband of my skirt, then under and into my panties. What I find there almost doesn’t make sense for a moment. How, when I am nothing but fire, am I producing so much wetness? Because I’m soaked, all the way through my panties and probably onto my skirt. Maybe onto Dante’s nice couch, so he can never forget I was here. His eyes burn. “Well?”