Wet Panties Stories Novels & Stories

My fingers trembled on my phone, pretending to scroll. Then her voice shattered through again: “Don’t stop, please, please, Rafe, more.” The Slip I was soaked. And I hated myself for it. No. That’s a lie. I loved it. I slid my hand down beneath the hem of my oversized T-shirt. I wasn’t wearing panties. I hadn’t planned for this just laundry day laziness, but now it felt like fate. I angled my hips slightly, leaned forward, and slid two fingers through my folds. Wet. Slippery. My own scent already rising to my nose like arousal confessing itself.

Heat built between my legs, my panties growing damp just from watching his strong hands gesture. I shifted in my seat, the lecture hall half-full with oblivious students scribbling notes. My hand trembled as I slid it under my skirt, fingers brushing my swollen clit through the thin fabric. God, I needed relief. Quietly, I pushed my panties aside and dipped two fingers into my slick folds, circling my entrance before plunging them inside. A soft whimper escaped me, but I bit my lip, pumping slowly, my eyes locked on him. He glanced my way, his dark gaze sharpening like he could see right through me. Did he know? The thought made me finger myself harder, my thumb grinding against my clit, jui

Nicholas added. Nicolas took off top revealing my black bra and Clover smacked my boobs. Then he started sucking and licking my whole back. Nicolas stripped me off my denim jeans and now I was exposed to them just in my underwear. Clover slipped down strings off my bra and started kneading my right boob encircling around and over my nipples . Nicolas started rubbing on my womanhood from over my panties while sucking my other boob. “You're already wet for us huh. Your panties are soaking.” Nicolas muttered.

I tried to holler quietly, but it came muffled. He increased pace, cock pounding my throat deeper, gagging me sweet. "Dirty slut... sucking best brother while your best friend is watching a movie. Anytime use, tits out jiggling for me." Dropped wet kisses? No—his hand trailed down, pinching my exposed boob, jiggling it hard while I sucked. But then—Mia's voice from the living room: "Jax? Lila? Water?" Footsteps. Panic surged. He pulled his cock from my mouth with a wet pop, cum stringing my lips. Zipped fast, stepping to the sink like nothing. I rose, wiping my mouth, pulling the dress up hasty, boobs tucked, the bra still unhook loose.

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,

"I bet your pussy is already wet for me. Tell me the truth." I look around. Some colleagues are talking nearby. A few men glance at my chest when they think I am not looking. I feel naughty and excited. "Yes," I admit. "I am wet." Ryan smiles and slides his hand under the back of my dress. His fingers touch my bare ass. I did not wear panties either. He asked me not to. His middle finger finds my wet slit from behind and rubs it gently. I almost drop my glass. Pleasure shoots through me.

I'm blinking to adjust my vision while she trails her hands softly over my hips, tracing the bands of my panties. Then I gasp, stilling as I feel her part my panties to the side and press a kiss to my ass. I take in a sharp breath, then let out a whoosh of air while she runs her tongue over the seems of my hips, using er teeth to undo the side ribbon ties of my panties. It's agonizingly slow, but when she's done, I catch sight of my panties hanging off the edge of the bed, and my cheeks turn red. She however doesn't notice my embarrassment and presses another kiss long to my ass.

“Please… I’m so wet. My pussy hurts.” Marcus glanced over, eyes darkening. “Sophia, not now. We’re dealing with your expulsion first.” But I couldn’t wait. Tears of frustration spilled down my cheeks. I spread my legs wide in the seat, my short school skirt riding all the way up. No panties — I’d lost them somewhere in the locker room. My slick, swollen pussy was on full display, glistening and dripping onto the leather seat. “Look… it’s dripping everywhere,” I cried, sliding two fingers through my folds and pushing them inside with a wet squelch. I pumped them desperately, moaning loudly. “I need cum, Daddy. I’ll do anything.”

Leave your panties at home. I was in a deposition at 10 AM—some bullshit merger dispute—and I couldn't focus on a single word being said. All I could think about was sitting across from Ryan with my bare pussy exposed under the table. About his fingers sliding up my thigh. About him testing me to see if I'd actually obeyed. God, I'm such a slut. The thought made me wetter. By the time I got back to my office, my panties were soaked through. I took them off in the bathroom, shoved them in my purse, and put on the dress I'd brought—a simple black wrap dress that tied at the waist. Easy access.

They played with the top of my panties, and then he drove his fingers across the top of them and eventually made his way down farther. I gasped when he reached the bottom of my panties, where my wetness soaked them. He pressed his fingers down a little harder. “You like what you see?” he questioned, his fingers slowly making circles on the outside of my wet panties. “No,” I breathed out heavily. I could barely focus on what he was saying. “No?” he questioned again. I felt my eyebrows knit together. “Well, how about this then?” His fingers slipped into my panties and touched my wetness. I gasped louder this time. His finger began to make rougher circles around my clit. I clung on to his shoul