Women With Wet Panties Novels & Stories

When women are oppressed, it's tradition. ― Letty Cottin Pogrebi “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” ― Margaret Atwood “Life affords you infinite possibilities to pay more attention to what is actually happening. Not just around you but what is Inside you.” ―Jeff Warren

Nesting inside them were a pair of white panties. Annie had dropped onto her haunches and looked on as her hand reached down for them; as her thumb and forefinger fondled the soiled gusset. Squatting over the open jeans she pictured Michele standing over her, the statuesque brunette with her feet spread and ass raised. She'd pictured her smooth tan skin, her bulging muscles taught and flexing. Annie pinched hard at the dried stain, grinding her thumb into it, before raising it to her mouth. ...

I’ve often heard stories of women leaving their panties for men to fantasize about. But I didn’t! It wasn’t intentional! I opened my mouth to say something but no words came out. Pulling myself together,I grabbed the panties and stuffed it into my pocket, “Mr Hudson,I admit..this is mine.And I was supposed to dispose it after bathing but I forgot and then we were suddenly in a hurry to get me out of here before anyone sees me so you can’t certainly find me cheap because of this.I have no intentions of seducing you so don’t overthink this.”

"I see, sweetie. That does seem to be a problem. Can you show Daddy exactly where it is that you get wet?" Maddy stands and pushes down her shorts, stepping out of them. Her pink panties cling tightly to her pussy mound. She slides a hand between the gap in her thighs, rubbing a finger back and forth across her gash. "Right here Daddy. This is where my panties get wet." "Take them off, Baby. Daddy wants to see."

They were reacting so well to the way I looked in my white cotton panties, that I didn’t even take them off right away. Slipping out of my skirt so that I was only wearing my knee-high socks and white cotton panties, I listened to the praise that I was getting. They admired my wet pussy leaking through the cotton, bringing their noses close to me as they sniffed the scent. They admired the way that my panties rode up into my ass crack, offering to fix it for me. They were all so close as they looked at me and started to touch me, getting more and more confident with the way that they were groping me.

"...you're getting with women, you don't need to..." I reached her panties, feeling her open her legs. "I am..." My cock was already hard, spilling out of her, while she, wetting the fabric of her panties. "...but..." "Don't forget that mine..." I stuck my fingers in her opening, seeing her gasp. "Ah! Damn it! Why are you doing this?"

It was cramped—barely room for both of them—but that only made it hotter. Riley turned, braced her palms on the cold metal partition, bent at the waist. Her skirt flipped up on its own; black cotton panties stretched tight across her ass, a visible wet spot darkening the crotch. Jade dropped to her knees behind her. She hooked her fingers in the waistband, dragged the panties down slowly—inch by inch—until they bunched at Riley’s thighs. Riley’s cunt was exposed—pink, swollen, glistening, clit peeking out from its hood. A thin string of arousal stretched from her folds to the fabric before snapping.

I pulled my panties all the way down to my ankles and proudly showed off a woman's beauty to the crowd. I've always been pretty. My two breasts are like big basketballs—they bounce when I walk. And my long legs have charmed countless men; on the street, they can't stop staring. But they have no idea that beneath my skirt hides an even softer, pinker little valley. Society puts so many restraints on women. Even showing a little skin gets you judged. But right now, I could show it all without shame. I took off those annoying panties and set them aside.

“Go ahead and get clean.” I gulp. Oh god, can I do it? Can I shower in front of the hottest men I’ve ever met, letting them see my everything? And the real Lily takes over then because with a soft nod, I reach down. Slowly hooking my fingers into the sides of the thin elastic, I pull my panties down, the cotton easing to my knees. And oh god, it’s embarrassing. Because a thin strand of pussy cum connects my hole to the soft fabric, clear and juicy, evidence of my need.

Her voice is stronger and she doesn’t sound like she’s crying. I open the door and place the T-shirt next to the sink. The shower curtain is one of those heavy white things and I can see the outline of her body. Her extended belly holds my attention and then I notice her wet panties and bra hanging over the shower rod. I leave as quickly as I entered. If the bad things I’ve done don’t send me to hell, getting a hard-on for a pregnant woman will.