Banana Pants Novels & Stories

Brеndа is busy tucking George in the bed and rеаdіng ѕtоrіеѕ, ѕо there’d bе no harm dоnе, but instead, I make ѕurе I bеnd right over as I ѕtаrt lоаdіng the washable роtѕ іntо the bасk оf thе machine. Turnіng, I see thаt hе’ѕ changed іntо a раіr оf low-slung workout pants аnd a t-shirt. Hіѕ аrmѕ аrе cut, thе muѕсlеѕ tоtаllу dеfіnеd. His shoulders are wіdе, аnd I ѕее the ѕkіn асrоѕѕ thе top of hіѕ сhеѕt іѕ marked with a tаttоо thаt rеаdѕ Hеll оn Eаrth.

Wait, are those bananas? "What are you wearing?" Using the back of my hand I try to hide my smile. Standing upright he looks over his shoulder, a devilish look crosses his face. "These?" He tugs on the elastic band of his briefs, making the banana prints dance. "They're underwear," he responds like I should know that. "I know they're underwear. I just didn't peg you for a banana-wearing kind of guy," I laugh again. "I bring a whole new meaning to banana hammock, baby." He turns and the smile on my face is wiped clean when I see the length and girth of that bulge in his underwear.

My eyes widen and she continues, “I don't think there's ever a night he goes to bed without a woman or two. And I've never seen him bring the same woman home twice.” I cringe at the revelation. But Nancy doesn't seem to notice. “You know what we call him around here?” She looks around and whispers to me, “The panty ripper.” “What?” “That's right! I think he has a kink for ripping panties off his conquests. He's quite notorious for it. It's like his signature move or something. I've lost count of the number of torn panties I've had to throw away.”

A knock at the door attracted Rose’s and Emerson’s attention. A doctor with a nurse and a beautiful young girl, donned in a champagne-coloured pantsuit and tattoos all over her body, walked in. Rose’s eyebrows furrowed when she realised that the pants were made of leather. That was bizarre for her. Who wears leather pants of that colour?

That thought brought a surge of jealousy which I squashed or he'd call me out for pouting again. We reached the teddies and I tried to fight a blush. Most were some sort of see-thru material but the one that caught his eye was only straps. Pink lines that would crisis cross my entire body. It would leave nothing to the imagination and would be perfect for a sex club. There was a garter belt and panties to match and Daniel grabbed them all after asking me what size. Next, he went over to the baby doll section. I immediately reached for a turquoise one with a pleated skirt. Daniels smirk said I made a good choice, then he led me over to the bras. They were so pretty. My eyes caught on a dark b

After finding out about my divorce with Hans, Yvette came looking for me. She was dressed to the nines in the cafe, while I was still in my bright yellow uniform. "Oh, Lauren. Are you still working as a DoorDasher? I thought that after your mom died, you'd sell the house and take it easy for once. "After all, you love money so much. Over the years, you spent plenty of Hans' money too. If you ask me, two grand a month for a broke delivery hag like you is a fortune."

On each side of her chest was a green leaf design surrounded by two large gold buttons. Paired with the top was a cute pair of dark blue shorts, gold lining the pockets and the hems. Pink buttons, surrounded by a gold border, decorated the front of the pants. Worn around the waist to help keep the pants in position was a dark red belt with gold straps and a pink ribbon tied in the middle.

In disbelief, Jasmine dangled a pair of silky panties up in the air. The material parted at the crotch, forming a butterfly. She’d never owned such a scandalous undergarment in her life, and she couldn’t believe Wiley would actually bring her such a thing. Yet here they were, several pairs of them. Yep, she could choose to be risqué in fire engine red, pink, black, white or midnight blue. It got worse.

“I don’t know. Anyway, we need to get her maternity clothes. She’s busting out of her pants. I’m not sure if you noticed it or not but she’s wearing her normal jeans with the zipper down and a rubber band holding the button to the button hole.” “No, I didn’t notice any of that. She had that big old shirt on over it. Do you want me to see if my mom has any of her old stuff? I mean, it won’t be trendy or anything but there aren’t any rubber bands involved, at least.” “Yeah, that’d be great. And Rebel said the business could donate some money if she wants to go shopping, but I’m pretty sure she’ll say no to that. She’s freaking out about hand-outs and charity.”

she called to him. He reappeared in the doorway. "How about that big one over there?" He watched as Shasta leaned down to pick up the box he'd indicated, appreciating the way the yoga pants hugged the curves of her ass. Keep focused, man. There's nothing but trouble there. But his cock wasn't interested in reason. God bless yoga pants. They're like a push-up bra for your ass. "Here you go," she smiled up at him.