Blair Winters Nude Novels & Stories

I grip the hem of the t-shirt and slip it off me in one motion and slide my underwear down my knees and stand fully naked underneath the soft lights. My skin looked white as the snow and the bruises from Blaze’s recent night has faded to the point where I almost thought they were gone. I force the images of him between my legs as the warmth of the memories makes my core drench with lust. I slide the glass doors of the shower stall to enter and turn on the shower and soon jets of warm water spray over my skin and trickle down from my hair to my entire body. As the blistering water coats my skin I wonder at the irony.

I held my breath as I waited for Blair’s reply. Blair was nothing like Nina. She never talked about boys or clubs, and seeing where she lived and how hard her mom worked, it was only sensible to pin her as the conservative type. The kind who hated to get in trouble. She was probably still a virgin. That wasn’t a conversation we’d ever had though. “We’re college students,” Blair said, hands on her hips. “We should be doing things like this. Clubbing. Dancing. We only live once.” “Exactly,” I said, letting out a loud breath. “For a moment there, I thought you were going to shut down the idea.”

Blair played well knocking every pin. I couldn't bend because of my off-shoulder top. Every time I bend down it came down little by little. I felt uncomfortable wearing this top because I'm not familiar with exposing my shoulders before. Not only my shoulders but my legs are also exposed here since I'm wearing shorts above my thighs. Above all this, I can't see the lovey-dovey couples (Wil and Blair) sharing their fun and love. Is it because I'm jealous of Wil? I don't know but I can't stand them being so cute to each other.

I had it well thought out, no one would ever find us here. “Well, welcome to peace,” I said, as I fell freely into bed after running a quick bath. Blair had a short, powder blue towel wrapped around her chest and a similar color on her hair. She walked slowly towards me, and her thighs visible after the towel, was sending hormones to my head and back. She sat at the distal end of the bed, crossing one leg over the other, revealing more flesh of her thighs. I adjusted in bed, drawing close enough to her, to wrap my hands around her waist.

“Zayn MacQuoid, you can’t be this selfish! I’m working hard right now. I can’t have kids!” I compromised to quell her anger. I valued her career, but she resigned so that she could take care of Charles and Caleb better. Besides, she used the money I had saved for retirement for Caleb’s wedding. My leg hurt terribly during that winter, but I was too poor to see a doctor. Moreover, the temperature at home was freezing. It made me shiver. I tried calling Layla for money, but she hung up on me repeatedly. I could not hold on since I was old. In the end, I froze to death.

Blair tried to stand up when Blaze pushed her and she laid on the bed. "I'm not..." replied Blaze as she got undressed. "What are you doing?" Blair asked when she replied, "I've heard that body to body massage works magic. Let's try it..." As soon as Blair saw the perky breasts of the girl in front of her, her hands automatically lose from her own breasts. She wasn't feeling uncomfortable anymore. Blaze gave a slight push to her panty and it slipped down her thighs and legs revealing her hairless vagina. She twirled around, showing every inch of her body to Blair.

Even though he'd already seen her naked, The other reason he wanted to come out here was to spend some time alone with her without anyone else around nor the paparazzi. Blair stands in the water. The waves come up to her knees. She turns around and waves to him, beckoning him like a siren. “Are you coming?” she calls. "Don't tell me the great Zeke Armani can't swim?She calls out immediately he shrugs off any of his concerns, worries and clothes off, running into her open hands..

Blair carefully blow-dried Mable’s hair and even applied a hair serum for her. After drying her hair, Mable immediately burrowed into the blanket, leaving only a pair of eyes staring straight at Blair. Blair loosened his tie, bent down, and lightly pecked her forehead, his voice gentle. “Be good and wait for me. I’ll take a shower.” Then, he went into the bathroom. Before long, he finished washing up and came out with only a white bath towel around his waist, revealing his wheat-colored chest and lean waist. Mable stared at his beautiful abdominal muscles and smiled. “With your figure, it’s a shame you’re not a model.”

But… The woman’s skin was so fair! It was so fair that it was almost glowing. Especially when she was lying underneath him weakly and frailly. The stoic John Winters could not help feeling restless and capricious. Actually, after removing her loose and oversized casual clothing, Natalie was still wearing her undergarments. Men were visual creatures by nature, and such half-nakedness served to be a stronger stimulus. John tried to move his eyes away from her a few times after taking in several deep breaths. But after a few attempts, his gaze would move back to her again.

I hated that he was here, but not as bad as I hated his gaze on Blaire behind me. "What in the hell are you doing with my mate?" he asked in a low singsong voice. Blaire clutched my shoulders and buried her head into my back. She was naked—from the waist down at least--, hidden by my body, while I stood in my underwear, pissed as hell. To make matters worse I wasn't dressed, and I liked to present myself a gentleman before I ripped someone's head off. "You have two seconds to get out of my house before I rip one of those girly wings off your back."