Bling Jeans Novels & Stories

My bag contained three pairs of jeans, four tops, one dress I wore to job interviews and a cardigan that was two years old and had a small hole near the left cuff that I kept meaning to fix. These were not those clothes. The trousers were a deep charcoal, fluid and well cut. The blouse was cream, silk, exactly the kind of thing I had pressed my nose against shop windows to look at without going inside. There was a blazer folded underneath, the colour of dark slate, structured and clean. And shoes. Low heeled, dark leather, the kind of shoes that said I am a person who has her life arranged. I checked the labels with the specific curiosity of someone who has spent years knowing which labels s

But what a pair of jeans. The skin-tight denim hugged her incredibly long, shapely legs like a second skin. There was a healthy gap between her thighs. A small opening the shape of a triangle peeked beneath her pussy. Her jeans were so tight, the seam on her slit gave her a hint of camel-toe, even through the denim.