Women Wetting Panties Novels & Stories

she whines, bringing my hand from her cheek down to her pussy. There’s a significant wet spot on her underwear that I can feel through her pants. I begin to undo her zipper, freeing her from the confines of her clothes and revealing just how aroused she’s been this whole morning. It’s been far too long since I’ve been with a woman who gets as wet as Vera does, and I’ve hardly even touched her. I can’t imagine how wet she’d be if I started to eat her pussy. I bet her arousal would be running down her legs like a rotten peach.

Droplets ran down my face and began to dampen the carpet. The woman laughed before making herself look respectable and picking up her wine bar flute. Two ladies took their turn next. A small crowd had gathered around and were watching whilst sipping on their white wine. Mrs Jones was keeping a keen eye on all of the proceedings. The pee fell on me like rain pattering down on my chest. Mrs Jones bent down and ripped open the remains of my outfit. My breasts were exposed to the room. There was a slight murmur of appreciation as my body wet tits glistened in the light. My tits wobbled as I adjusted myself on the wet sticky carpet. She placed her fingers on my cunt and began to play. The crowd a

My gaze wandered from her face to her breasts and then to her thick, black curly triangle. Before she went into the shower, she threw her panties in the laundry basket and then sat down on the toilet. Even when she peed, I watched her with fascination. When she was done, she spread her legs seductively and wiped her pussy dry with toilet paper. She threw the paper into the toilet, got up and flushed. One last time I saw her great ass and then she disappeared in the shower cabin. After a few minutes she came out again, dried herself and then put on red panties that were cut just as tight as the one that had landed in the laundry basket just before.

he remarked as he walked away. I was left in my room, bewildered by how genuine my dream had been, but I decided not to dwell on it and went to the restroom instead. I ALMOST SCREAMED when I spotted sticky, white stuff in my panties. I had no idea that women could go through things that most guys go through. "Did I have orgasms while sleeping? Is it possible that I had a wet dream?!" I exclaimed quietly to myself. I blamed Xavier for seducing me at work!

Note: Thank you Heather Alderman for your comment. Thank you everyone for your support. I really appreciate you❤️ Chapter 52 Amber Whyte. Three weeks later. (Party) The moment I sighted the special lace panties the triplets had instructed me to wear, carnal desires shot through my dry hole. It pumped juices, roaring back to life. I felt warm. Wet. Ready. My pussy started to hum. To hiss. To pulse. I snatched the panties from my dresser, scrutinizing it.

Sitting here alone, I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like if all three of them wanted me at the same time — touching my soft belly, my thick thighs, my heavy breasts, telling me I was beautiful. The fantasy made another rush of wetness flood my panties. I pressed my legs together harder, feeling embarrassed even though no one was watching. I really did need to change my underwear before my next class or the night shift. My body was betraying me again, getting so wet from just a few minutes with Jax.

Then she smiled, and said, “I don’t suppose two strong youthful men would mind helping me empty these dryers?” Joe picked up the panties that she had been wearing and said, “If we get to keep these.” “You’ll have to share.” “Done,” Todd agreed. “I need to go to the woman’s room. Why don’t you two get started?” Jeanie blew them both a kiss, and then pulled back on her blouse, foregoing the bra. She kept the towel tucked between her legs when she pulled up her skirt, and then waddled to the bathroom, drawing chuckles from the pair.

Elena wanted to know what it would feel like to have his dick in her puaay. She spread her legs widely and slowly began to take her hands to her v area. She had come across a few porn movies on Chrome and YouTube and that had enlightened her a little about all of this. Her fingers tweaked their way to her pussy and they stopped at the wetness. “Fuck Elena, how can you be harboring so much wetness for a man who doesn't spare you a glance.” She groaned softly and tossed her panties aside teasing herself softly. Her breath hitched at the feeling that brushed through her.

"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."

She gave herself a little time for her breathing to recover and then lifted her tiny skirt to show us her white underwear. "See the wet patch, Frankie?" "Yes, mum." "Have a feel and see how wet you made me," she encouraged. My trembling hands touched her panties and they got wetter as I rubbed her pussy through them. Mum moaned and drew our attention to her ever expanding wet patch,. "When I wear white panties you can really see my pussy leaking," she whimpered. I rubbed her pussy some more and then smelt my fingers and popped them into my mouth. Mum leant over and kissed me full on the lips, her breathing was getting heavy again.