Drenched Panties

by Nichelle Gregory

  Lisa sighed as the train approached.

  Too bad she was single. No lover to unleash her passion on.

  The doors of the train opened and Lisa stepped inside the train, happy to find the car practically empty, save one man standing against the opposite door.

  An attractive man, Lisa acknowledged to herself in the few seconds she took in his appearance. The cut and fabric of his dark suit screamed money. He was handsome with stylish sandy brown hair and dark brown eyes. Any woman would take a second look at him.

  Heat rushed to her cheeks when he looked at her. His gaze fell from hers to slowly travel down her dress to her heels. It took everything within her not to fidget beneath his appraisal. The train took off. Lisa grabbed hold of the pole and turned her back to her sexy observer. Her phone vibrated inside of her purse and she fumbled to reach it as the train rocked and lurched along the tracks overlooking the city below.

  Was he still watching her?

  The thought made her palms sweaty, her fingers clumsy, and when the train came to an abrupt stop, she dropped the slim phone. The device hit the floor with a clatter. Lisa cursed as she quickly bent over to retrieve it.

  She heard a sharp intake of breath behind her and froze for a second before grabbing the phone and straightening.

  Dear God.

  He’d seen.

  Her sexy observer knew her naughty secret.

  Lisa barely heard the conductor’s voice over her thudding heartbeat as it came over the intercom. Flustered, she forced herself not to turn as she smoothed her dress down.

  The train came to a stop and Lisa prayed he was getting off as the doors opened and a throng of people pushed their way into the car. Every seat was taken around her. Lisa watched an elderly woman next to her looking for a place to sit down.

  “Here, take this seat.”

  The deep voice behind her was warm, totally authoritative and Lisa knew it was him without even having to look.

  The older woman smiled with gratitude and Lisa felt the sexy Samaritan move behind her. She could feel his eyes on her skin and tried not to shiver. The train stopped again and more people squeezed inside, pressing everyone towards the back of the car. Someone bumped into her and Lisa stumbled backwards.

  “Whoa,” her sexy observer breathed in her ear.

  She couldn’t move, could hardly breathe. Each breath brought a whiff of expensive cologne to her nose. Her body was pressed against his, setting off a million electric reactions within her. He was close enough for her to feel his erection through the material of his trousers.

  Oh, my.

  Lisa sucked in a breath, aware of the wetness between her legs.

  The conductor’s voice crackled over the intercom. A groan went through the train as news of a delay was relayed.

  “Looks like we aren’t moving anytime soon.”

  His voice was low, just for her. The two of them were sandwiched together, with his tall frame against the door and passengers crowded in front of them.

  Lisa blinked and nodded, acutely conscious of his hands on her hips and his fingers gently pressing into her skin. He smelled amazing. She sucked in a desperate breath, knowing she should at least attempt to move from his grasp. Something wild within her made her stay put. Just when she thought he was going to move his hands, she pressed her ass against his hard cock.

  Lisa waited to see what her sexy observer would do with her wanton invitation. She bit her lip when his hands tightened on her hips and moved to cup her ass. He squeezed the flesh in his hands and Lisa let out a little gasp, grateful for the background chatter. She pressed her thighs together and her engorged clit sent pulses of pleasure through her body.

  Lisa didn’t know his name and she didn’t care. She just wanted him to touch her. She wiggled her hips and was rewarded with one hand skimming under her short dress. Long fingers caressed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Lisa moved slightly to give him more access, exhaling sharply when he cupped her pussy with his hand. She was so wet, she was embarrassed.

  His hand dropped away and he moved. Lisa looked back at him, loving the dark, glittering look in his brown eyes. She watched him remove his suit jacket. He handed it to her.

  “Drape it across your arm.”

  She did as he said and it afforded them more privacy. His hand moved beneath her hemline again and Lisa pushed back against him slightly, enjoying the hard curve of his cock pressed against her. His fingers found her wetness again.

  Lisa held back a moan as he rubbed her cream all over her fresh Brazilian wax.

  “Nice,” he whispered into her ear, his breath fanning the tendrils of hair falling from her up do.

  She glanced at the passengers oblivious to the pleasure she was experiencing and briefly closed her eyes when his fingers dipped deeper, finding her clit. He wasn’t in any hurry with his touch. She struggled not to moan while his fingers teased the delicate nub in slow, dizzying circles. He seemed to know just how she would caress her pussy.

  She was so hot and he was making her hotter by the second. One whimper escaped from her lips as flutters of an orgasm took her by surprise. A part of her couldn’t believe what was happening, that it was happening to her. She trembled against him, flooding his fingers with her cream as she climaxed. She bit her lip in an effort not to scream, drawing blood. His wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her steady while continuing to caress her pussy. Her breasts heaved against his arm. He kissed her earlobe, pressed his stiff cock against her and Lisa knew she had to have it all.

  She couldn’t wait to get off the train and finish what they had started.

  Her legs felt wobbly as she came back down to earth. She could hear the noise around her once more and the conductor talking overhead.

  What had the conductor said?

  Lisa felt oddly sad when her sexy stranger removed his hands from her sopping wet pussy. She leaned her head back on his chest when the train started to move again.

  “My place is at the next stop.” His voice was a rough whisper in her ear. “Wanna get off?”

  Lisa almost laughed out loud at his choice of words. That was exactly what she wanted to do. She nodded her head. Her pulse quickened when the train stopped and he grabbed her to guide her off.

  No words were spoken between them. He continued to hold her hand as they walked down the stairs and onto the side walk. The need and growing anticipation to feel him inside of her made Lisa wetter. She hardly noticed the neighborhood or people passing by them as they stopped in front of a beautiful townhouse with stairs leading up to the door.

  “You first,” he said with a little grin.

  Lisa smiled back, knowing he was enjoying the view as she climbed the stairs. She shivered when he leaned into her to unlock and open the door. She stepped inside and he closed the door behind them. She looked around the elegantly decorated space, wondering how in the hell she’d decided to do something so reckless. She knew nothing about this man leading her through the foyer and into the modern kitchen.

  “What’s your name?” Lisa asked.

  “Michael. And yours?”

  It felt strange exchanging pleasantries as he lifted her onto the marble island. She sat her purse down on the countertop and looked at him.

  “Lisa.”

  Michael grinned at her. “Hello, Lisa.”

  “Hi.”

  She swallowed hard as he unbuttoned his shirt to reveal tight abs and muscled arms.

  He was beyond sexy.

  Reckless or not, she was glad she’d gotten off the train.

  She crossed her legs in an elegant pose, captivated by the hungry look in his eyes and her movement teased her swollen clit. Her eyes widened as Michael shed his pants and underwear. His body was a work of art. She wanted to paint it with her tongue. Her gaze lingered on his thick erection as he came to her. He grabbed her legs, pushed them apart and stared at her bare pussy.

  She longed to touch him, but Michael didn’t give her a chance. He pushed her back on th
e marble island, the cold counter-top shocking her heated skin. She let out a yelp when he yanked her ass to the edge of the counter, her purse falling to the floor.

  “Lisa, you’re gorgeous,” Michael said before bending to taste her.

  He kissed her thighs, making her moan when he placed his mouth over her pussy. He teased her with his hot tongue, licking the delicate folds and gently suckling her clit.

  She grabbed his hair as he worshiped her with his talented tongue. Lisa wanted to feel all of him inside of her before she lost her mind.

  “Michael, please… Fuck me now,” she begged.

  He lifted his mouth from her pussy and pulled her off the island. She barely caught her breath as he stripped off her dress and bra. Michael tugged one hard nipple with his fingers before turning her around.

  “Place your hands on the island, Lisa.”

  She obeyed and gasped with pleasure when he sank his cock into her wet pussy. Michael smacked her ass while plunging deep into her. He fucked her hard and deep, making her breasts jiggle with the force of his passion. Lisa closed her eyes, loving the feel of him sliding in and out of her drenched pussy. Her soft cries echoed in the immaculate kitchen. His hands tightened on her hips in a vice-like grip and Lisa milked his cock with her pussy muscles.

  She gripped the counter tight, loving the sound of his throaty groans.

  “Damn, Lisa,” Michael breathed.

  He rammed into her with several more deep strokes before coming. She shuddered when he pulled his cock from her body and rested her head on the countertop.

  “Are you okay?” Michael asked, rubbing his hand on her back.

  “Mmmm hmm.”

  Her cell started to chime in her purse lying on the floor. She straightened, walked over to purse and grabbed her phone out of it.

  It was her gal pals wondering where she was.

  “Looks like I’m going to miss dinner,” Lisa said as Michael came to her.

  She giggled as he scooped her up into his arms and proceeded to carry her to the bathroom.

  “Don’t worry,” he said, placing her feet back on the floor. “I’ve got dinner covered.”

  She smiled as he turned on the shower and held out his hand.

  Dinner could definitely wait.

  There’s nothing like a lover’s touch on your skin, and what’s better than one pair of hands on your body? Two or three.

  ~Nichelle Gregory

  Initiation

  Kelly lay across the satin sheets in her lacy peach panties and demi-cup bra, waiting for what was to come next. Blindfolded, she couldn’t see who was in the room with her, but she could sense she was not alone. She was already wet from the anticipation of what she was about to experience. Her heart raced as she strained her ears to hear.

  She had waited weeks to be initiated into The Club. Now, she was about to become part of the sexually elite membership. Members enjoyed a strict code of anonymity and the understanding that whatever pleasures happened inside The Club, stayed within the posh interior doors.

  There was movement around her. She could hear deep male voices circling the table. Kelly shivered as warm hands touched all over her semi-nude body.

  “Fantastic breasts,” one guy said, squeezing the soft flesh of her left breast in his large hand.

  “Such beautiful skin,” another male voice whispered from her right side.

  She bit her lip to keep quiet while calloused hands trailed up from the soles of her feet, up her calves and onto her thighs. A pair of firm lips kissed her belly button, and Kelly struggled to remain still as she waited to be addressed.

  “Beautiful body...not too skinny. Just right.”

  The slightly accented voice came from her left.

  "Kelly?"

  “Yes?” She asked, surprised she could manage a sound.

  The deep voice was close to her face and Kelly could smell his skin when he kissed her cheek. His scent pleased and aroused her further. She wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, wanting another kiss. Fingers slipped into her hair and rubbed her scalp in slow sensuous movements.

  “Are you ready to be pleasured beyond your wildest dreams?”

  Her throat felt tight as she nodded. "Yes."

  Kelly gasped as a hand cupped her pussy through the thin material of her panties.

  “Are you willing to be pleasured by more than one?”

  She hesitated, this would be a first for her, something she had only imagined in her deepest fantasies.

  Dare she try it now?

  “Kelly?”

  It was him....the one with the deepest voice and seductive pheromone-inducing scent. She shivered when he traced the fullness of her lips with one finger.

  “What is your answer?”

  "Y-yes."

  “Now, tell me do you want to see and choose who will have the honor of pleasuring you, or do you want to remain blindfolded? Remember that we are masked, but if you remove your blindfold you will be able to pick the body, cock, or whatever you want here in this room for your pleasure.”

  She wanted to see it all, but enjoyed being surprised with her inability to see. “Please keep my blindfold on.”

  “Very well. Before we begin, is there anything off limits?”

  Just the sound of that deep voice talking softly in her ear was erotic. Someone was licking her toes through her peep toe heels while another hand traced a line down the length of her belly. She shuddered when fingers slipped between her legs and gently caressed her clit.

  “Nothing is off limits,” Kelly answered, and she felt him smile in the curls against her hairline.

  “Good. Just relax and allow your body to take over from here. You've set no limits, but rest assured we will not hurt you in any way...unless that is what you want. You must stay on the table unless one of us moves you. Say or do whatever you like. Do you understand, Kelly?”

  She nodded, shivering when something cold slid between the valley of her breasts. Goose bumps popped up on her skin as something metal was gently dragged down her side. Her mind recognized the sharp point when it made contact with her skin, seconds before she heard the tell-tale sound of twin blades opening.

  Scissors!

  They were pressed against her hip, beneath the thin strip of fabric of her panties. She heard a snip and the lace pulled free. Moments later, the scissors cut the other side and her panties were pulled off.

  Now completely naked, Kelly listened to the appreciative murmurs around her. She basked in the praises of her soon-to-be lovers.

  “Do you see how big her nipples are now?”

  She gasped as they were caressed and then tugged on.

  “Look at her pretty pussy lips,” the accented voice said.

  Her legs were opened and Kelly started breathing faster, waiting for someone to touch her wetness, but no one did. Hands skittered up her thighs, caressing her hips and smoothing over her belly. She moaned and writhed beneath the fleeting touches, wanting more, and then all the hands were gone.

  The deeper voice was back by her ear again. It was him. He was the one she wanted to take her first.

  “This will feel cold, but that will change,” he whispered in her ear.

  She heard him pour something into his hands and then cool liquid was rubbed into her skin. Several pairs of hands joined in to help spread it all over her body and Kelly shivered with pleasure beneath their ministrations. The sensation of all the hands gliding over her skin was the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced.

  She gasped when the coolness of the liquid began to feel warm on her skin. The delicious aroma of cinnamon filled the air as her body began to tingle all over. Cool air wafted over her as if a fan had been turned on in the room and she moaned. The air rushed over her hot, sensitized flesh like another lover’s caress.

  She was flipped over and more oil was rubbed all over her back, bottom and legs. Kelly moaned when the oil was rubbed between her ass cheeks. Fingers glided over her anus, questing and caressing. She cried out wh
en one finger penetrated her. The unfamiliar pressure shocked and excited her as one finger became two, thrusting and stretching her virgin hole.

  “Relax, Kelly,” someone commanded.

  Kelly gave in to the pleasure and slight pain as the fingers worked in and out of her ass. Meanwhile, other hands massaged every inch of her body, building the erotic sensations enveloping her. Her entire body felt electrified, every touch on her skin more intense from the effects of the oil.

  “On your knees, please,” her deep-voiced lover whispered.

  Kelly obeyed, and warm fingers rubbed the wet folds of her pussy. She moaned with pleasure as gentle fingers reverently slipped in and out of her wetness. He teased her with one finger, pushing deep into her wetness before paying special attention to her throbbing clit.

  Her ‘ass man’ was now working three fingers into her ass, but Kelly felt only more pleasure. She whimpered with need as the tingling sensations of the oil increased all over her body. She could feel the beginnings of an orgasm. The need to come was driving her crazy. All she needed was a little more attention on her hyper-sensitive clit. She bucked her hips, wanting the orgasm glimmering just out of reach.

  “Not yet, Kelly,” her deep-voiced lover whispered.

  The fingers deep in her ass and in her pussy were removed. She was flipped on the satin sheets again, and her hands were bound over her head with what felt like the same material of her blindfold. Soon, two pairs of mouths were at her breasts, sucking and licking her hard nipples over and over until her breath came in pants. Kelly moaned, certain she couldn't take much more erotic torture, but it went on.

  The guy with the toe fetish resumed his work, removing her heels to lick her toes. Someone moved between her thighs and more oil was applied to her bare pussy lips. The coolness made her gasp, but the chill soon shifted to the tingly heat she anticipated and her pussy began to throb.