Bosom thrust out, pert, chewing her gum,
Skirt just short of the cheeks of her bum,
And no knickers, the bitch!
Just the way that they twitch
Quite sufficient to get off, for some!
Tag: no panties
Homecoming
She went home, her new dress stained and tattered,
No panties, cum-covered, bespattered!
She could have said no,
In fact may have done, though,
Not, of course, that it fucking well mattered!
Omnibus
On the bus, when she noticed a draught,
She thought “Jesus! A girl must be daft!
Well, thank goodness I waxed!”
Then she shrugged and relaxed.
“Let them look if they want to!” she laughed.
Sugar daddy
Her dress décolleté, rather sheer;
“My word, you look lovely my dear!
I’ll try not to stare!
A nice touch not to wear
Any panties,” he said, with a leer.
Cabaret
His first time at the cabaret. Lordy!
Them girls! Skimpy costumes, so gaudy!
No panties, as well,
It was easy to tell,
And their songs and the jokes, oh so bawdy!
But wear a helmet
Underneath her skirt naked, wet, slick…
She bent down, gave the leather a lick…
Sat astride the hard saddle…
Slip-sliding astraddle…
Rode off… pedal, whir, giggle, click!
Bedevilled
By libidinous frenzy bedevilled,
In men’s lustful longings she revelled,
Like real-life porn!
She’d arrive home at dawn,
Panties lost, tipsy, giggling, dishevelled.
Full disclosure
Her blouse gapes as she blissfully dozes.
Her skirt hikes up too. Holy Moses!
No panties! No bra!
Is it going too far
To take photos? Well, yes, he supposes.
Forethought
She’d hoped not, but the poor girl was caught,
Since her skirt was a hand’s-breadth too short.
She’d thought “Who’d know, or care
About no underwear?
If I wear it or not?” Well, she ought!
Mission accomplished
She was drunk, half-undressed, a bit groggy,
And horny! Her panties were soggy!
Then they too were gone,
And a bit later on
She was rooted, it seems, though it’s foggy.