Women With Wet Panties Novels & Stories

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.

Alina pov I knelt patiently outside his office door, sitting back on my heels, wearing nothing but the delicate red lace panties I had bought just for him. The waiting was torture. The air smelt like the thick scent of arousal. Mr Parker ordered yesterday not to wash my pussy. The dried remains of my cum still clung on my skin, making it unbearable to control my desire. I had worn the same panties all night, touching myself again and again thinking about his long hard dick, that was going to get buried deep inside me.

This was over. Instead, to my shock, my demure wife reached under her polka dot dress and pulled off her panties. They were white, cute, and cotton. She dropped them on the floor, then slid her dress back far enough so she could reach her own sex. No one could see anything private, only a bit of tan leg. But for Ariana it was scandalous.

It hung low enough that she didn’t hesitate to push her arms out of the soaked sundress, peeling it from her damp skin. She hesitated, glancing at him again. He had pulled on his own sweatpants, his back still turned. Exhaling shakily, she realized her bra was just as drenched as the dress—cold, uncomfortable, sticking to her like a second skin. She let out a breath, reached behind herself, and unhooked it, tugging it free before slipping it into the hoodie’s front pocket. As she removed her panties, something caught her eye. A sharp, piercing ache twisted through her chest as she looked down and saw it. A bloody stain, remnants of lubricant mixed with Wes’s bodily fluids.

Yet, despite her fear, the evidence of her arousal became undeniable as her juices trickled down the inside of her trembling thighs, permeating the air with the scent of her desire. With a purposeful motion, Giovanni lowered Isabella's panties to her ankles, exposing her most intimate part, her Pussy. The fabric, soaked with her wetness, could no longer withstand the strain and tore at the front, prompting a laugh to escape his lips. He smacked her arse firmly with his palm, relishing in the act of degradation, reminding her of her status as a willing participant in their depraved encounter. Picking up the torn remnants of her panties, Giovanni brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply, a si

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.

“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.

“Listen to her. She’s melting already.” “Not even naked yet,” the one behind me murmured, his fingers pinching my nipple until I cried out. The woman pulled back, licking her lips, eyes glinting as she hooked her fingers under the waistband of my pants. “Let’s change that.” With no hesitation, she tugged them down, slow enough for everyone watching to get their view, but firm enough to leave me exposed. My panties were soaked, clinging to me, and I swore I heard more than one groan from the circle around us.

In not less than a minute after she sent the text, Daniel responded with a message to let her know that he was around and can come over. Sandra couldn't hold it anymore. She was very horny and despirate for a dick. She changed yoga short and wore one of her pink sexy pantie and a blue tennis shirt. She pulled her messed top off and put on a bra before wearing another better top. She quickly pulled all her dirty cloths, including her messed top in the bin. She walked inside her bathroom and on the floor was her damp cotton pantie. Her mind flashed back to one of her friends, who told her that her boyfriend liked to keep her wet panties after sex and get off with them when she was not around t

"Good, because Justin and I have already decided that you are going to be spending time alone a lot more often in the coming weeks." My wife, Hailey, was out again, and I was attempting to load dirty laundry into the washing machine at the same time as cooking supper. As I grabbed a handful of clothes, my fingers came into contact with something cold and wet; I knew instantly what it was. Looking down, I separated out a pair of my wife's panties from the pile. They were not her normal cotton ones but a pair of sheer black Brazilian panties that she used to keep for our special times together. Sure enough, when I held them open I could instantly see that the gusset was soaked. Looking inside