Wet Panties Stories Novels & Stories

I lifted my hips off the bed, and he hooked his fingers fully into the waistband. Both hands. Gripping it carefully and he pulled my shorts down slowly. Teasingly, and revealing me inch by inch. My panties was there. White cotton. Simple, and very Innocent-looking. Except they weren't innocent anymore. They were soaked. The fabric between my legs was dark with wetness, and it was transparent, and clinging to every fold of my pussy. The outline of my lips was very visible, and the swell of my mound. Everything.

A soft sigh escaped me as my fingers brushed higher, over the damp lace of my panties. Already soaked. I pressed lightly, feeling the heat through the thin barrier, and closed my eyes. The TV faded to background moans, whispers but in my head it was Steve’s voice, low and teasing “Wet already?” Like he had in the office, kneeling between my legs, breath hot against my inner thigh. I hooked a finger under the lace, pulled it aside, exposing myself to the empty room. Cool air hit my slick folds and I shivered. I dipped one finger in, slow, circling my entrance, gathering the wetness.

I whispered, unable to stop myself from begging for more. Axel smirked as he ran his fingers over the damp fabric of my panties, the thin material barely providing any barrier between his teasing strokes and my aching clit. "You're so deliciously wet, baby girl," he murmured, his voice a sinful whisper that made me shiver with anticipation. His fingers pressed down on my clit through my soaked panties, making me whimper and squirm beneath him. Axel expertly traced circles around the sensitive nub, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive me wild but never enough to bring me over the edge. I could feel my wetness seeping through the fabric, my panties becoming even more soaked with

My legs were slightly spread apart, and I could feel how wet my sex was. “En…Enzo…” His fingers wandered into my panties and made circles over my clit. I buried my face into his thigh to muffle the moans, while he chuckled. “So wet. It’s so beautiful.” Without warning, he grabbed my underwear and pulled. A sharp ripping sound echoed in the room. I didn’t have to see to know that one of my favourite pairs of panties was now in shreds and lying miserably on the floor somewhere. “Hey! That was my favourite pair!”

My pussy clenched in my panties, already missing the warmth of his hard cock that was poking there. He stood up. Flipped me over the counter, face down on the desk, my ass up in the air. “Hold onto it and do not let go” I obeyed immediately, my chest pressed to the cold wood, arms trembling. He pulled down my skirt roughly, and tore off my panties. Cool air hit my pussy lips, reminding me how wet I was down there. He slid his fingers through my folds, rubbing my wetness around me. “Fuck, you're dripping.”

Matteo took her wet panties and held them up to his nose. He inhaled her wet panties, trying to scent her arousal. The aroma was divine and extremely stimulating. He could feel his cock firming up and expanding in his pants. "I really love the color of your panties Princess... Brown….my favorite" he sniffed in. "And it smell so good, Princess." Matteo hummed as he sniffed, admiring her naked body on the bed. He moved her panties from his nose to his lips, kissing them before licking the wet spot in her panties.

Chapter Four Temptation in Plain Sight NOVA POV The day after my friends left me with the man whose company I’ve been dreading again since our last meeting started with my favorite panties going missing. Not just any panties, it’s my soft pink lace ones. The ones I bought after reading Velvet Nights because the heroine wore them before her boss bent her over a desk and ruined her for every other man in the city. They were my “just in case” panties. Just in case something scandalous ever happened.

She moved higher, closer to the apex of her thighs, the anticipation making her heart to race. When her fingers finally brushed against the cotton of her panties, she let out a long, shaky breath. They were damp already, the fabric clinging slightly to her skin. She hooked her fingers under the waistband and slowly pulled them down, letting them drop to her ankles. She kicked them off, spreading her legs slightly to give herself more room to move. Now, she was completely bare to the cool air, completely exposed. She reached down between her legs, her fingers trembling as they found their target. She was already wet, a testament to the stories she had just read. Her fingers slid through the s

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.

“Her pussy is so wet. What a slutty little bride.” Clara trembled, her breath catching as Parker slid two fingers inside her pussy, curling them with deliberate pressure. A broken cry escaped her lips, not from pain but from the sudden rush of sensation. Her hips jerked forward, responding instinctively to the deep, teasing motion, the unexpected pleasure unraveling her defenses.