Brookeab Nudes Novels & Stories

I told myself I was just checking to make sure the equipment was secured, but that was a lie. I wanted to see her. Brooke was bathed in the overhead light, alone in the sea of mirrors. She was wearing a pair of charcoal-grey leggings that clung to her like a second skin, and a thin, white racerback tank top that was translucent with sweat. Every time she descended into a deep squat, her heavy breasts bounced with a mesmerizing, heavy weight. Her entire posture looked like she was begging for it. Not just for the exercise, but for the touch.

Did she plan on freezing me to death now? I shuddered as the cold breeze seeped through my bones. The light in the room dimmed slowly and I was plunged into pitch darkness. Moments later hundreds of candles lit up illuminating the entire cave in a soft glow. If I wasn’t growing numb with cold, I would have appreciated its beauty. A woman clad in red robes appeared amid candles. Her eyes met mine for a moment and she commented, “I thought it would be nice to have an audience.” Moments later, Ora appeared with a group of nine children. They were dressed in similar red robes. Their mouths were dry and their faces blanched with fear.

I quickly washed the soap from my face, thinking it was an emergency, and rushed out completely naked. Immediately, what greeted me was the full scene of Ann in the nude. Her breasts were erect from the cold, her belly flat. Her neatly groomed flesh was exposed, hips curved perfectly, legs slim. Her body was covered in goosebumps. I found myself licking my lips without thinking. I looked down, my dick was already hard. God knew how hungry I was. Still, I had to keep my cool. Me: "What's up? Why'd you call me?" Ann: "I wanted to ask which clothes I could wear. I washed my panties and bra, plus the shirt you gave me, while I was bathing."

“My claws have been with plenty of partners in the forest, but never in front of a live audience! Time for a real territory thrill, right?” He strips down to his underwear in no time at all and reaches his big arms straight out for my skin. “Back off, don't your dirty hands touch my body!” I scream, fighting the searing, hot pain inside my broken kneecaps as my boots desperately scramble backwards against the logs. Brooke, seeing the rogue man’s slow procrastination and apparently itching for some violent drama in her soul, marches forward in her high leather boots and yanks my hair hard, dragging my whole frame right back to the center.

Jack then let's out a slight chuckle before quickly pulling his shirt off his body. "Your turn." He says lowly as he looks up at me with a sense of eagerness. I immediately pull the dark material off of my body, leaving me in my grey turtleneck and leather pants. "Yeahhhhh... Take all that shit off." He emphasizes hungrily as he swipes his tongue across his lips while staring directly up at me. My hands make their way to the bottom of my turtleneck, before hesitantly removing it from my body; resulting in me revealing all my bruises to him.

My thighs burned immediately and my spread pussy was completely on display, dripping openly now under the lights. Grant stood in front of me, arms crossed, watching. “Hold it right there. This is just the beginning of your training, Brooke.”

As their tongues danced, their fingers pulled, unzipped, and unbuttoned the various layers of tactical gear, travel clothing, normal clothing, and then finally underwear until they lay naked against one another in the twilight desert. "People could be watching us," Brooke whispered in his ear in between kisses pressed to his neck. "I'm just going to ignore that," he whispered back. "If I think about it too much, you might be very disappointed tonight." Brooke pulled back and covered his mouth with her hand. "Right, forget I said anything. We are all alone out here and no one is watching." She released her hand and replaced it with her lips. Tom's fingers traced the soft curves of her breasts

They were a lot like some of the panties Tom had bought for Brook the day before, but she hadn't brought anything that skimpy with her for her night at Cindy's. She was wearing a skimpy bikini style pair that made her feel good the way they stretched over her body and showed off the shape of her ass and pussy mound. Brook was still wearing her bra, but she took it off and was in no more of a hurry to cover up than Cindy seemed to be. Cindy's nipples were hard and looked really nice. Brook's nipples got hard, too. She still had her mind filled with thoughts about Tom, but her friend's daring panties were earning her attention.

And no sooner do we wrap up than Brooke turns to me, her voice practically a purr, running her finger along my chest. "You know," she whispers, tossing a glance over her shoulder at the staff just out of earshot. The other models are slipping into robes, but Brooke stands there in her lacy bra and panties, completely comfortable. Hell, she should be. Her body is irresistibly hot. "Denise and Jessi are up for a little fun if you are." I look beyond her at Denise and Jessi, the other two models with perfectly perky tits and asses. "Maybe next time."

She'd never be the same sensual creature after tonight. Brooke was crying, screaming and cumming like crazy. We ended up, myself spent, lying on our sides with her bawling in my arms. That last bit, we were to never talk about again. More resting. We put on some underwear. I told the ladies that if they put on bras, I got to put on a shirt. They protested. I went for my shirt. They pelted me with their bras.