Women With Wet Panties Novels & Stories

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.”

"Lead the way, Doc. It's been great therapy so far." Sally grinned wryly and tugged open the buttons on her jeans. She pushed them off of her hips. Terry watched every new inch of exposed skin. Light blue panties came into view, cut high on her hips. Sally pulled the jeans off her feet and pulled the panties up tight against her mons. A large wet stain coated the crotch of her panties. Sally put the hands on her hips and looked at Terry's hard cock. A little bubble of white pre-cum emerged from the tip as she watched.

"Well he filled me up and when he pulled out I clenched so that I wouldn't drip everywhere, then I went out and got her panties and put them on. I'm still wearing them, wanna see?" Alanna, standing next to me and hovering over the computer, backed up just a little bit and undid her jeans, shoving them off. She was telling the truth, the sheer white lace panties were the same ones my cousin had been wearing that morning as part of her lingerie. The crotch was dark and damp. "Fuck," I said, adjusting my dick in my pants. "Fuck," Malena groaned almost in unison with me. "God, fuck you Alanna. I want dick so bad now. You two have turned me into a god damn nymphomaniac."

Certainly, I wasn't under the drugs anymore. But why was Dane's presence having this much control over my body? It was embarrassing. My breath came in quick spurts as I pulled down my trousers. My fingers fumbling as I shifted my panties to the side. Fucking hell! My entire panties had been soaked. Wet, warm and slimy. My fingers grazed through the wetness. I moaned silently, biting my bottom lip. Fragments of images flashed through my mind. Images of Dane's hands rubbing my clit.

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.