No more panties!

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Foreword:

Dear readers,

thank you for purchasing my book.

No more Panties is an erotic short story.

But now to my real person. My name is Laetitia Guivarché. I was born in 1988 as daughter of a Frenchman and a German mother. Since my childhood I have written stories of all kinds. The older I got, the stronger my desire to write erotic stories became. And that's what I do now.

I do not adhere to any fixed conventions. No rigid ideas or general views. Sometimes I write from a woman's point of view, sometimes from a man's. Because my stories are made for both sexes.

I hope to make my readers happy with my "works". And inspire them to erotic acts. The following story is partly made up. But a large part is based on my own life.

Your Laetitia

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My name is Lena, I am 37 years old, married for 8 years, have 3 children and often get compliments about my appearance. A normal housewife, until last October. Like every working day I brought my smallest to kindergarten and helped her to change. I bent down a little bit to her, the other children were already raging around next to us, one of them slipped under my skirt. I jumped up and pulled it out again very quickly.

From that moment on I was no longer me. Very quickly I said goodbye to my daughter and went to my subway station. On the way to the station I noticed that I looked at every man's trouser trap, which I never did before! All the time I imagined that the child before had been a strange man. No matter who. If now one of these strangers on the street just grabbed my skirt, I would immediately get a climax! "I'm all hot and wet," it went through my head, "and none of these oh so always horny men fucks me, for all I care one could jump on me right now here on the street and possess me!" But nobody could read my mind. Finally I was in the station and could sit down.

I rubbed my thighs together and looked between the legs of every man passing by. I was getting hotter and hotter, and my panties were already wet. Now came my train. I sat down aside and was glad that there was almost nobody left in the compartment except me.

Finally I was able to lift my skirt and my hand slipped under my pantyhose and panties. At first I was afraid myself how wet I was, but immediately I started to rub my clitoris. The next station came, several people got in, a man came in my direction. Quickly I pulled my hand out and down my skirt, but the man was faster and sat down opposite me.

My skirt only covered half of my thighs, but instead of being frightened and pulling the skirt down completely, I thought, "Hopefully he'll notice something and won't be a coward." I could feel and see that he was looking at my thighs. He also had to see that I was rubbing my thighs together. But he made no move to do anything about it. That's when I became braver and opened my thighs.

Still nothing, I would like best to reach over now, take out his spear and let myself be impaled, but I lacked the courage for that. For that I now put one foot on the pedestal, I had to spread my thighs even further, and the person opposite me could probably already see the stains on my panties. I looked at him, but he looked very rigidly under my skirt, and in his trousers there was a big bump, but apart from that nothing else moved him. Now finally he moved, but he only got up to get out.

I could just watch him furtively stroking the bump. I only had to drive one more stop, then I was home. Not a day had ever been as exciting as today and yet so frustrating. At home alone and horny as I had never experienced before. I undressed, stroked with one hand my breast, the warts were big and hard, with the other my slit and clitoris. I was getting hornier and hornier, but I did not get an orgasm. I went into the kitchen and looked in the refrigerator to look for a replacement cock.

First I tried a knackwurst, it went in immediately, but after a few movements I looked for something bigger. With a thick salami I went to the floor, spread my thighs wide, pulled my pussy wide apart with my left hand and pushed the salami in as far as I could. It was wonderful, finally

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