Mualanis Day part 13

>Mualani's Day (13/?)
Indecision racked me. There wasn't anything more I wanted than to end this and change into a fresh, dry pair of underwear but there was nothing I could find. 
For a moment my eyes fell upon the storage compartment belonging to Atea. I quickly shake my head to shoo away the crazy thought that had entered.
"I can't steal someone else's underwear to wear... Hauu, isn't there a rag or anything I could wipe myself with?"
My search around the break room yielded a depressing lack of nothing. 
"Then maybe I should simply take them off and go without? No... that's not going to work, I might leak down my leg..." 
Despite the slimy state of my panties, they still provided a barrier to prevent my fluid from dripping freely.
I look at the clock and note the time. The end of the morning shift was approaching. I guess I could hide here and use the time to do something about my panties before the rest of the helpers arrived, after which I'll go straight home and change these panties.
Finding an unused stool , an idea hit me. I put one foot up on the stool to try and air out my panties. My soppy panties soon came into view. My skirt was so short that I didn't need to do anything else to expose my panties. I couldn't help but glance down and take note of what I saw. I had already seen it earlier but compared to that eariler time I could now check on them properly.
"Waaa, it's all super sticky and slimy..."
I already knew what I was going to find, yet the sight didn't fail to elicit mixed feelings from within me. I knew my panties were wet. I could feel they were wet. But actually seeing how wet they had gotten made me feel really warm and gooey inside for some reason. 
It didn't help that the whitish color of my wet slime splattered across the front of my panties made for very obvious stains. There was a very strong pungent smell wafting from them too. It was a bit sweet, but it was also sour too, like grainfruit that had been left out for too long.
I used my finger to try and scrape away some of the white slime, but I couldn't help but watch entranced as I saw my wetness stretch out in a glistening strand that connected my panties and my fingers. I tried to wiggle my finger to break the strand but the thread made out of viscous white slime only wobbled in the air. Only when I jerked my finger sharply did the strand snap away, with some of it getting onto the dirt floor beneath me.
"Uuu, it's so sticky that it's really hard to get it off... There's so much of it too..."
With my foot still on the stool, I returned my hand and palmed my panty-covered mound. 
"It's completely soaked through..."
The soppy fabric of my panties squelched as I placed my palm on it. I couldn't even find a single dry spot among the slimy wetness. 
"I really need to find a way to dry these out at least..." 
I say to myself as I continued to move my hand around to feel up my panties. My lower nub was still hard and every now and then they rubbed against the slimy insides of my panties, which honestly felt pretty good when that happened. Before long, the fingers of my right hand found themselves totally coated in my wetness. The feeling of the gooey material sliding back and forth soon had me start to breathe heavily again.
I pulled outwards at the waist of my panties to check on their insides. What I saw made me want to avert my eyes in shame. The seat of my panties were totally covered in my slimy release. It was as if someone had spilled a cup of yogurt in them. Unlike the other older women in my tribe like Atea, my nether regions were still hairless. I knew this as the women in our tribe washed ourselves off together before using the hot springs. The smooth skin of my mound was slick with my fluids and the little line that was my opening was soaking in my release. Everywhere I looked, there was white slime covering my crotch.
I couldn't help but let out a whine. This was totally a mess! Even if they dried off the stains would still remain. I resolved myself to rush home first thing I could once my shift was over. I heard a loud wet slapping sound as I released my hold and the waistband of my panties returned to touching my skin.
"It would be so embarassing if anyone saw this..." The thought of it made me antsly and I couldn't help but shift around. 
Not only that, but I felt heat flush through my body and the insides of my core were twisting thinking about such an event. I could tell I was getting worked up again.
"Just a super quick one..." I said before starting to cup my sodden panties with my hand. I chose not put a finger in, preferring to rub the sloppy material of my panties.
Unlike the previous time I pleasured myself in a frenzy, this was slower and more relaxed. While it wasn't as mindblowing, this felt good and comfortable in it's own way too. 
I shifted my other foot wider to give better access as I continued to schlick away. I also used my free hand to massage my chest. By now, my privates had woken up again and my fluids were once again running freely into my panties. I could feel a copious amount of my creamy white juices leak down my butt and smear against her tanned thighs. The sight of the contrast of my whitish slime against my darker tanned skin seemed incredibly naughty to me.
In my mind, I kept thinking about having to wear these incredibly stained panties on the way back home. The fantasy of accidentally flashing my slimy panties to someone had my insides tighting even more, with the resulting gush of warm slimy wetness that came with it.
I used my longest finger, which was the middle one, to curl into a shape resembling a fishing hook and thrusted it through my panties into my slit. Particularly loud squishing sounds echoed around the room as I slid my finger inside and out.
As I continued to touch myself, I could see how the pumping movement of my fingers were causing my viscous fluids to be whipped into a white, bubbly froth. I was leaking right through my panties at this point and not only was the front totally coated by now, gravity was making strings of my fluids to be dragged from the seat of my panties to dangle in midair. When I started to roll my hips sideways as if I was performing one of those tribal dance, the movement made these dangling strands wiggle lewdly in the air. Although they snapped away to drip on the ground every now and then, they were soon replaced with fresh strands.