Anne Lockhart Nude Novels & Stories

There were sun loungers off to one side and a pile of fluffy white towels. “Fancy a swim?” Hugh whispered in her ear as he snuck up behind her, pulling up her dress and lifting it off over her head. Annie giggled looking around in case they were overlooked. “No one can see us up here,” he reassured her, slipping her bra straps off her shoulders. “Do you honestly think I’d let anyone see my mate naked?” he murmured against her neck as he undid her bra, dropping it to the floor. He slid his hands down her hips, taking her underwear down past her knees so Annie could step out of them after which she turned to face him. Annie found standing naked in front of her mate incredibly erotic, he stared

Her face reddened even the more. Nicklaus held Noah in his arms, still bent over, he stared at the woman who was only few centimeters away from him. Her nightie material was very light and he could see through her perfect body. From her peachy arse to her bouncing breasts that weren't huge but they were on the largest side for her build. Yes, there was one thing about her that was far from perfect. She is an ordinary girl.

Anita noticed his hand's gestures and began to walk closer to where Ahneeka stood. She tried undressing her but Ahneeka maintained her resolve not to give in. Her defiance was at it's peak and she didn't care whatever consequences her insubordination would put her in. Anita let her be and went back to where she was and undid everything she wore, standing stark naked before Lawrence whose gaze shifted from her to the other nude ladies positioned at each side of the wall Anita breathed deeply and Ahneeka watched as she inhaled the scent that filled the room.

My heart nearly stopped. A beautiful woman who looked like she was in her late twenties, with long auburn hair, full breasts, and smooth, toned legs, was lying completely naked on the king sized bed, lazily touching herself. Her fingers circled her clit as she looked up at us and smiled, slow and knowing, like she’d been waiting for this exact moment. Max closed the door behind us with a soft click. “Lena,” he said casually, his voice low and amused, “this is the girl I told you about.”

Stepping to the side with one foot, she used the other to lightly kick the skirt away from her. Here she stood, completely naked, before her 18 year old tormentor, save for a pair of fuck-me heels. With great effort, Anne fought the urge to cover her newly shaved pussy, but instead kept her hands firmly at her side. Sensing Elias's eyes upon her, she could not bear to look up and meet them. She could only bite her lip and hover in that emotional space somewhere between excitement and crying, as she nervously awaited his next move.

beamed Lucy. Anna blushed slightly and bit her lip. “So, you think I’m hot then?” I blushed now; she had obviously overheard us talking. “Perhaps I need to cool down.” “That uniform does look uncomfortable,” I interjected. “Yes, it is,” she said as she slowly undid the buttons of her shirt. I sat on the bed next to Lucy as we both watched. Anna took her time, slowly working her way down the shirt; it popped open as her breasts were free of the constraints of the tight uniform. Her white bra wasn’t big enough, and her breasts bulged and pushed to be free. She dropped her shorts to reveal her matching underwear and carefully laid her uniform on my bedroom chair. She stood at the foot of my bed

She glanced toward the wedding coordinator at the side of the stage and gave a slight, tired nod. A moment later, the large screen behind them flickered and changed. A video began to play—and then loop. Graphic sounds filled the banquet hall as every eye was drawn to the two entwined, naked figures on the display. Soon, someone in the crowd shouted, "Isn't that Calvin? And the woman—that's Claire's sister, Iris!" "Unbelievable. They've gone this far and still claim to be 'just friends'?" "Sleeping with your fiancée's sister… how low can you get?"

All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.

I almost dropped my phone when the image finally loaded. Annie was lying on her side in bed, photographed from an angle that showed only her body—perfect curves highlighted by black lingerie that contrasted beautifully against her skin. The soft morning light spilled in through the window, creating shadows that made the whole thing even more intimate, even more tempting. The framing left out her face, but somehow that made the picture even sexier, more mysterious.

Watching her with hooded eyes, Annie realized she must be drunk. Michele seemed to be looking directly into Annie's eyes as she began to push down at her waistband. She stepped out of the tangle of track pants at her feet, grabbed the hem of her tank top and struggled to pull it and her sports bra over her head. Freeing herself, she dropped the tops and stood for a moment above Annie, totally naked in the dark, swaying slightly. Annie had held very still, unsure of what to do. She had wanted to reach out, to touch her, but Michele had stepped away before she could overcome her own reluctance. She watched as the stronger girl sat down heavily on her bed, admired he long calves. Michele was as