Barbara Hale Nude Novels & Stories

she continued in a seductive tone. I looked up. The morning sun revealed that Hailey was indeed naked. She was propped up on pillows, one leg stretched out straight, the other bent at the knee, partially draped with the sheet. Hailey was using her fingers to caress her right boob, tracing its shape and using the palm of her hand to feel its weight. Hailey seemed to be purposefully avoiding touching her nipple, which was already tight with arousal. "No, not since the one you gave me after work on Friday."

The only sign of makeup is her glossed lips. The tiny cut bra holds her full breasts so tastefully; I could easily rip it off with a finger. Gold bracelets decorate her wrists. The bikini pants cover her, but leave nothing to my imagination, with cute ribbons tied at her slender hips. Her thighs are exposed; her arms are exposed; everything is out for me to ogle at like a finished man, as if I’ve not seen her naked. “She was just twenty-two…” Barbara comments. Mesmerized, I lift my hand and swipe, staring at some more from different angles. Heat brews in my chest, back, and legs. Everywhere feels hot. I break out in sweats, unable to help but bite my bottom lip.

Layla’s POV Beta Jack strode into the room first. Behind him marched four fully armed guards. Between them, they dragged a figure I recognized immediately. Barbara. My breath caught in my throat. This wasn’t the polished woman who had sat at Samuel’s dinner table just days ago. Her expensive clothes hung in tatters, stained with dirt and what looked like dried blood. A deep gash ran across her left cheek, and her once soft red hair was matted against her scalp.

Alexandre She collapses in my arms without warning, like a weight of fevered silk. My first instinct is to push her away. She smells of alcohol, chaos, urgency. And yet, I stay there. Her fragile body fits against mine with disarming familiarity. I should be disgusted. I am. But not in the usual way. Not with the cold repulsion I feel for women who are too easy, those who throw themselves at the first rich man like heat-stricken dogs. She is different. I really look at her for the first time. And I freeze. This dress too demure for this bar. This clumsy makeup. Those disheveled, almost childlike hair. And that gaze… My God. That gaze. Clouded by alcohol, but not empty. A gaze that implores,

"Choke on it, good-girl whore. This what church bitches dream of?" Gurgles and slurps filled the space, her throat convulsing, pussy clenching emptily with each plunge. He pulled out abruptly, strings of saliva connecting, slapping her cheek with the wet shaft sting blooming red. "Strip. Slow." Rising on shaky legs, Helen peeled away layers under his stare: blouse unbuttoned to reveal lacy bra cupping full C-cups, skirt shimmying down stockings-clad thighs. Bra unclasped, tits bouncing free nipples dusky peaks begging abuse. Panties last, sheer and ruined, peeled to reveal shaved pussy glistening, lips puffy. Naked save garters and heels, she stood displayed, skin prickling in the draft.

My lips press tightly together, I nod as best I can. "I'd like to think so. But last time I checked, good girls wear bras." His hands go to the middle of my back, and rips down the zipper to my dress. The front of the gown falls open, revealing my bare breasts. I hadn't opted for a bra since it is so low-cut in the back. Harlan smirks when he sees me nude and uncovered, groping me roughly between his palms. "So fucking naughty," he moans, lips diving to my neck, where he sucks roughly against my skin. "You thought you'd tease me all night, hmm?"

He went out of the bathroom to take his new fresh clothes from the wardrobe only to see Haylee's body was being wiped by Martha. Embarrassment flashed across her face as she saw Niel's eyes stared fixedly at her. She had taken off her hospital gown and now just wearing a bra and panties. She was sitting and only her lady part was covered by the blanket. Even her legs were exposed up until her thighs, just below her private part.

Without wasting any more time, I get up and reach over the towel; covering my naked body then I take a deep breath. Barbara is the hottest woman in town, she has green eyes and most importantly she is a brunette, her breasts are sexy and hot not small or huge, they just fit my palms and I love it, plus she is a 45-year-old woman, we know in that age they are not an amateur anymore but a pro. “Look, Lena, I should have told you that I was already in the parking lot when we were on the phone,” she sighed. "Babe, I’m sorry…” Barbara tried to reach over my arms, but I stopped her by raising my hands.

She was wearing a daring, sleeveless dress with a slit that started at her mid-thigh, revealing far too much skin. “You look so handsome. Congratulations,” she said, giving him a sly, suggestive smile that made me wonder if she’d left her manners at the hospital. “Thank you,” Cale replied shortly. Rachel reached out and poked Barbara sharply in the side. “Ouch!” Barbara yelped, jumping back. “Hi… hi, Slade. Hi, Rachel.” She leaned in to hug Rachel and peck her cheek. “Are you just arriving?” Rachel asked. “Yes. I had to practically beg a friend to cover my shift at the hospital just so I could be here for Cale,” Barbara replied, her eyes lingering on him.

Then, she began to undress. There was no hesitation at all when it came to removing the last article of clothing. With the soft rustling sounds of clothes being shed, Halle stood there, completely naked. Andrius controlled his gaze, but he still caught a glimpse from his peripheral vision. The instant Halle took off all her clothes, her entire body seemed to develop a thin layer of frost, making her look like an ice fairy. She emanated an aura of purity that could not be defiled.