Baju Santai Di Rumah Novels & Stories

Which he's still in the same stoic, expressionless one he'd been earlier. Next I peel off my white t-shirt, drop it along with my bag and jeans. I look at him again while only dressed in a nude non-wired cotton bra and pink panties. These are seriously not the kind of lingerie that make guys drool; they are the comfort kind that I opt for my casual weekends at home. I don't even bother to match them. Why bother putting any effort since it's still early. I thought he won't be home based on the time he arrived from work last week.

He spoke to himself enthusiastically, selecting some of her garments but not many designs are available. "How come you don't have a lot of clothes here?" Bob inquired, perplexed. Safira was unsure what to say because she couldn't store any of the clothes in Davino's room because her room was actually in Bob's. "It's because I'm a simple person, I'm not too choosy about clothes," she explained, attempting to find an excuse. Bob was not pleased with her response. "At the very least, you have to acquire famous brands from upmarket boutiques, doesn't Davino make it easier for you?" Bob inquired, his voice odd.

"I have to go unpack before Taylor does it for me." I smile again and nod again, doing anything to seem normal. I close the door behind him and unzip my bag, ready to see what Jana packed for me. Shorts, t-shirts, the pajamas, sweatpants, leggings, long sleeves, my nicer underwear, one matching bra to a pair, and finally, a black, scrunched up, frightening looking bikini. I don't dare touch it as if there is some life-threatening disease on it. No hot tub for Hailey, not that I would have gone in it anyways. There is a sexual aura that society has given to hot tubs, and I don't think I could be normal and be in there with another person.

Lara clarified, "No, house gowns, something not too expensive that can be worn at home." The saleswoman nodded, "Okay, but most of our clothes are of new quality and also expensive."

In the middle of the room stands some sort of island with a glass top, expensive watches fill the drawer underneath it. “This right here is your wall, Jenna and Ximena took the liberty to get you some more clothes from town.” Santiago points to the wall that also holds the door, it’s filled with different dresses, jeans, t-shirts and more. He taps on a drawer from the island. “Here you can find lingerie and socks. If you need me, I’ll be in the bathroom taking a shower.”

The summer heat in the suburban house was stifling, even with the AC humming at full blast. Emma sprawled on the living-room couch in her panty shorts—tiny black cotton that hugged her ass like a second skin—and a matching bikini bra that barely contained her full breasts. The fabric was thin, damp with sweat, her nipples faintly visible through the material as she fanned herself with a magazine. Sarah, her roommate, lounged beside her in similar attire, scrolling through N*****x on the big screen. “Horror?” Sarah suggested with a grin. “It’s too hot for anything else need something to give me chills.”