Women With Wet Panties Novels & Stories

“I’m wet too.” “Take your panties off,” Sharon said, gazing at her damp panties with desire. Beth slid her own panties off, and the two women were finally bare together, their naked pussies exposed. “Ooh… your pussy is so pretty when it’s all wet like that.” Sharon’s eyes narrowed as she threw the sheets off her naked lower half.

Hiking the hem of my gown up my thighs, I jolt when his fingers connect with the crotch of my panties. I’m ashamed the spot is already soaked. He rubs my pussy through my panties, pressing his thumb down on my clit before shoving his finger into my hole together with my panties. It’s crazy and dirty, but that’s exactly the kind of man Mr Walter is. What sane man fucks their help right under their wife’s nose anyway?

But he kept going, bolder now, brushing against the thin cotton stretched over my panties. I was wet. Already. From the man I swore I’d never think of this way. From the risk, the danger, the utter wrongness of it. When his finger pressed against the damp spot, I nearly whimpered. I bit the inside of my cheek, hard, until I tasted blood, anything to keep from moaning like a slut on his couch. And then, God, I shifted my hips. Just a little. Just enough to tell him what I was too ashamed to say.

"I bet your pussy is already wet for me. Tell me the truth." I look around. Some colleagues are talking nearby. A few men glance at my chest when they think I am not looking. I feel naughty and excited. "Yes," I admit. "I am wet." Ryan smiles and slides his hand under the back of my dress. His fingers touch my bare ass. I did not wear panties either. He asked me not to. His middle finger finds my wet slit from behind and rubs it gently. I almost drop my glass. Pleasure shoots through me.

I was whimpering and grinding my soaked panties against nothing, losing my mind with pleasure. Mark’s hand slid down and rubbed my silk-covered pussy. “Fuck, she’s absolutely drenched,” he told Angie. “Her cunt is leaking all over these panties.” Angie stood up beside the bed, right in front of my face, and slowly peeled her black panties down. Her hairy pussy was right there — dark curls glistening with her arousal, plump lips puffy and parting, her swollen clit peeking out. The musky scent of her hit me and I licked my lips involuntarily.

I whimpered softly, rolling onto my side and pressing my thighs together tightly, trying to ease the frustration. It only made it worse. “Tristan…” I whispered into the pillow, voice already breaking. My nipples were hard and aching against the thin fabric of my crop top. I could feel how wet my panties were- completely drenched, the slickness coating my inner thighs. I groaned in frustration, hips twitching involuntarily as I rubbed my legs together again, seeking any kind of relief. But…..Nothing helped. I couldn’t take it anymore. With shaky hands, I reached down and hooked my fingers into the waistband of my soaked panties. I peeled them off slowly, the cool air hitting my dripping pussy

"Yes, they are." He kneaded them as Natalie dropped to her knees and unzipped my dress. The skirt fell down my legs. I wore black tights beneath. Her hands slid up them as Carter massaged them. I shuddered as she drew down my tights next. "And plain panties," she said. "Beth, you're a beautiful, young woman. You shouldn't hide it this much just because you're shy. I know you're not a slut like Ms. Waters." "Mmm, I'm such a slut," the teacher said, her skirt hiked around her waist. Cum dripped out of her shaved pussy and ran down to the tops of her stockings. She wore thigh-highs?

Then I knelt on the cracked paving stones, rolled up my sleeves, and started scrubbing with a heavy grunt. I was still washing when the back door creaked open. Avery sauntered over with a nasty little smile playing on her lips. She had a pair of black satin panties in her hand, and with a flick of her wrist she threw them. They landed on the heap of clothes. "Wash them," she ordered, then turned around immediately. I picked up the panties between my thumb and forefinger. The crotch was crusty with dried discharge. My stomach turned and burned at the same time.

I wash off real quick peeling of the scraps of dry blood on my skin, walking out the tub I look around for but then I find none. I wonder what more I would gv to go through as I recall my very first bath …. I really do hope this time it's not a sucky trick. I walk out right after her, the door still open … my eyes falling into my feets almost immediately. It's a podium of some sort with about fifty other women seated and dressed in all black pants, boots and shirts. I could hear light sniffles by my right, raising my head slowly. I see four others in the same situation that I am in…naked before a crowd…

Sirius also kissed her so passionately that she sometimes could barely breathe. Ashley began to feel something in her vaginal area. He felt very ticklish, itchy and also wet. Wait a minute... Did she wet the bed? Ashley was very embarrassed and had never felt this way before. Oh no! This is so embarrassing, don't let Bubba know that she wet her panties!