Wet Panties Stories Novels & Stories

I kicked them off, leaving me in just my thin, soaked camisole and a pair of simple cotton panties. He let out a low whistle. “Look at that. Already soaked for me. You really are a little slut, aren’t you?” He reached out and hooked a finger into the crotch of my panties, pulling the fabric aside. The cool air hit my bare, wet folds, and I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped my lips. He ran a single finger slowly up my slit, gathering my wetness on his fingertip. He brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply.

Regina let out a cry as she dug her fingers into his clothes when his fingers pressed up against the crotch of her panties. “Your poor panties are drenched. Should I take them off for you?” Florian suggested before he chuckled in satisfaction to find that she was already so wet. Without waiting for her response, he began moving his fingers to expertly tease and stroke her pussy through the thin fabric of her underwear. The thin fabric covering her love hole was drenched through with her love juices as the smell of her heat filled the air around them. Florian let out a soft groan as the intense smell of her arousal turned him on. His cock was already hard in his pants, and he couldn’t wait to

"Good, because Justin and I have already decided that you are going to be spending time alone a lot more often in the coming weeks." My wife, Hailey, was out again, and I was attempting to load dirty laundry into the washing machine at the same time as cooking supper. As I grabbed a handful of clothes, my fingers came into contact with something cold and wet; I knew instantly what it was. Looking down, I separated out a pair of my wife's panties from the pile. They were not her normal cotton ones but a pair of sheer black Brazilian panties that she used to keep for our special times together. Sure enough, when I held them open I could instantly see that the gusset was soaked. Looking inside

CHAPTER 42. I reach for her panties, my fingers interlinking with the fabric, then I notice it wasn't worn properly—it’s twisted toward the back. My lips curve. “Tell me…” I start, voice dark, “how many times did he dive into this pussy that made you forget how to wear your panties?” She ignores it. I continue, pulling her panties down, and the real deal is in front of me. Swollen, pink, and glistening with wetness.

This was different from the scent of her hairbands and this was a hundred times better. Like the unhinged, horny man that I fucking was, I spread her panties to see the wet patch on it. "Did you say you weren't wet? Your panties says you were lying." "I... I wasn't lying. I am not... I am not wet. I can't be wet for you." she denied still, even as her pupils dilated.

I could see the thick veins on his cock bulging every time he thrust, the head of it disappearing behind her teeth while she struggled to take it all. I felt a sudden, sharp heat flare up between my legs. It was like a physical punch. My breath was coming in short, shaky hitches. Without even thinking, I slid my hand inside my denim skirt. I hadn't worn panties today, the trip was long and I hated how they felt rubbing against me for hours so when my fingers touched my skin, there was nothing in the way. I was soaking wet. My fingers came away slick with pussy juice.

Upside down, I watch my heavily soaked panties. ‘Jeez, Pam!’ The same part of me tries to scold me but I’m beyond that. I shove my hand in and peel off my panties. The rich sight has me gasping. It’s incredibly wild watching the slimy cum drip from my wet pussy. It carelessly spills along my thighs. It leaves me curling my toes and hoping to fuck with you. ‘PAM!’ I swipe a pad-full and pull out. Finally standing upright, I stare at my coated finger.

“Listen to her. She’s melting already.” “Not even naked yet,” the one behind me murmured, his fingers pinching my nipple until I cried out. The woman pulled back, licking her lips, eyes glinting as she hooked her fingers under the waistband of my pants. “Let’s change that.” With no hesitation, she tugged them down, slow enough for everyone watching to get their view, but firm enough to leave me exposed. My panties were soaked, clinging to me, and I swore I heard more than one groan from the circle around us.

Her nipples rubbed against the mattress and she groaned with pent-up need. She flipped herself over again and slid her hand down her body and into her cotton panties. She was wet, her panties soaked through. God! That man! She ran her fingers over her wet sex and closed her eyes. He had kissed her last night, but he had cut it off when she would have deepened it. She had wanted to drag him up to her apartment and do wicked things to him but he had kissed her and said good night. They had made plans for two days’ time, but Peyton didn’t think she could wait that long.

My panties were the only thing in the way. I wish I could take off my sweatshirt, but he ordered me to lay down. And I don't want to ruin the moment. Call me crazy, but this means a lot to me. His eyes rested on my panties. It is white. I can tell he can see my wetness. God, that's embarrassing. His eyes moved to me. I stared at him nervously. "Wet already," he said. I can't help it. "Perhaps I was touching you in your head, wasn't I?" he asked.