Women Wetting Panties Novels & Stories

I just glared at them and they finally ran away. "She has a period? Sir you might just want to buy her period panties, I guess?" "What?" "Period panties are washable, reusable underwear designed to replace pads and tampons, or be worn with tampons and cups for extra protection." "I'll buy them all." After buying those shits, I went straight to my private room and saw retard standing on one corner while her hands are on her tummy. “What the hell are you doing there?” I asked her. She looked at me like a poor little puppy. “I’m afraid I might stain your couch. I already stained your coat.”

“Keep going. Everything. Panties too. I want you completely naked for this inspection.” I shoved my leggings down next, kicking them off my ankles. My face burned as I hooked my thumbs into my soaked panties and peeled them down my thighs. The crotch stuck to my pussy lips for a second before coming free. I stepped out of them and handed the damp bundle over, my hand trembling. “These are fucking wet. Great. You can see what your stupid rules did to me,” I muttered. Grant took them and set them aside. He looked at the dark wet spot on the fabric then back at me. “Natural reaction.

“You may move.” Her head appeared and while her face was flushed, I was sure it wasn’t simply embarrassment as her pupils were dilated and filled with need. I was looking at a highly aroused woman. “Take off your shorts, but keep your panties on.” Once they were on the floor along with her t-shirt, I said, “How wet are your panties, sub?” “Very wet, sir.”

7:51. They wouldn’t be home yet. I slid my fingers in my panties to find myself surprisingly wet. I felt the wet spot that I had left in my panties. I was rubbing my clit, looking at the girl sucking the pussy of the other. I tilted my head back and moaned. Damn I was so turned on. I stayed on my clit for a bit, teasing myself.

The kind of wet that soaks through underwear and makes the fabric cling. Six days ago I walked in on my ex inside another woman and felt nothing but relief. Relief that I could stop pretending. Stop being Boring Betty — the quiet girl who never asked for more than missionary and a goodnight kiss, who faked orgasms because it was easier than explaining what she actually needed, who went home after safe, bland sex and touched herself to fantasies so dark they scared her. I sign my name at 6:55 PM. My legs are trembling as I walk the envelope to the executive suite. My underwear is ruined. I can feel how swollen I am with every step, my clit pulsing against the wet lace, my nipples stiff under

Her legs were shaky as she turned off the water and dried her face. She dropped her charcoal-gray trousers and pink panties and sat on the toilet. A glance told her that those panties were drenched. Her hand reached out to grab the rag from the edge of the sink, pulling it once again to her face. Her other hand snaked down between her thighs to spread the petals of her soaking wet little pussy. She shook as soon as the tip of her finger touched her sensitive little button.

Elena’s POV Tell me… should I close my legs and pretend that my panties is not hanging around my ankles like the slut I am? Or play the superwoman, grab the soaked thong and dip it in my purse while the ‘fucking’ god himself watches? Or maybe I should take my panties, sniff it in and run my tongue along the wet area… Say I go further and spread my legs so he sees how wet and sloppy the real pot is. Shit! Shit!!

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,

"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."

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.