Wet Panty Stories Novels & Stories

The desk dug into the small of my back, holding me upright as he pressed forward, the hard line of his erection unmistakable against my hip through his tailored slacks. “Do you always show up to work like this… wet, bare, and so damn tempting?" he continued, voice rough with approval. “Or is today my lucky day?” I’d ditched wearing panties months ago after seeing some late-night TV segment about breathability and feminine health—best decision I’d ever made, especially now, with Blackwell’s fingers sliding against me with nothing in the way.

Instead I let my fingertips drift, slow and lazy, tracing the sensitive outer lips, feeling how puffy and wet everything still was. The chill on my skin finally got me up. I walked to the shower, stripped off my clothes, and let hot water run over me. It washed away the wetness, soothing my body as steam filled the room. I dried off, put on a sleep shirt, and got into bed already drifting off to sleep. Noah's POV: “We’ll be the first company to launch such an advanced technology this early!” the presenter declared, arms spread like he’d just invented gravity. I leaned back in the leather chair, arms crossed, and let out a slow breath. “Yet you haven’t gotten a patent.”

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THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. LESSY'S POV I take my time there, sucking it like candy, my tongue poking at the pee hole in the middle. Feeling that Dnaria shudders again, and I peek up to see her closing her eyes briefly.

His big hands slid down, gripping the hem of her short skirt, and with one swift motion, he shoved it up around her waist. “Fuck,” he cursed at the sight of her thighs, which were spread just enough to give him a glimpse of her sexy soaked lace. “Look at this. You have messed your panties.” Heat rushed to her cheeks, but she didn’t look away. She didn’t try to close her leg. She wanted him to see what he had done to her and take good care of it. Gently, he pressed two fingers against the wet fabric, dragging them slowly over her slit until she whimpered. “Gosh! Damn! You are fucking drenched. All this just from sucking my dick?”

Her sweet chuckle conquered my eyes, it echoed in the four corners of my office. “I became wet by just listening to you earlier. I was so wet I could feel it drooling down my legs so I decided to give you my panty. Do you like it?” Clenching my jaw, I brought it on my nose and smelled it. Fucking so good. This is the panty she was wearing, meaning to say she doesn’t wear any underwear right now. Fucking whore. I grabbed her arms and pinned her against the wall. “Do you really want me to punish you, hmm?”

I mean a few minutes wouldn’t hurt, right? Like instinct, I spread my legs wider. The feeling of the soft silk brushing against my skin turns me on even more. Before long, I’ve pulled off the pants every worker here is required to wear. They’re thin and completely overworn that I hear a rip, probably from the speed I took it off, but I don’t care. I am too completely turned on to care about anything at this point. When my finger reaches underneath there, I instantly feel the wet spot on my panties. I am completely soaked and I haven’t even done much.

But of course she was not successful. With a frustrated grunt, Missy finally gave up trying to be rational and reasonable. Straightening the fabric of her sodden panties over her starving crotch, she heaved a sigh toward the small wet spot on her chair and straightened the skirt of her dress, relieved that she'd managed to wrap it around her waist well enough to prevent it. that she too was wet after her masturbation sessions.

And the left. "Thank you sir!" Her belt had to be undone, but she cooperated eagerly in removing it. Then I was free to lower her pants, revealing a pair of plain white cotton panties. Though I had noticed it on my own, Candy was quick to point out, "Oh my god, she's so damn wet. I don't even think I'm that wet, and it turns me on like crazy when you or your fantasy sluts abuse Isa. I can't help myself."

The storm outside covered most of it. His free hand moved down, hooking into my panties and tugging them down my legs. I kicked them off somewhere. Then his fingers were there, sliding through my folds, spreading how embarrassingly wet I was. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered against my skin. “You’ve been like this the whole time?”