Claire Grimes Nudes Novels & Stories

It began with a picture of the school and some Bach playing in the background. Then the tape showed Sister Margaret Claire sitting on a lovely large bed. She proceeded to do the same striptease she had done while I was in school with the Bach still playing in the background. It made me laugh out loud. Piece by piece she removed the many layers and, although she was a little older and grayer than before, the look in her eye told me that she was every bit as hot.

David snapped excitedly, “No. Don’t shower yet. Get up here and sit on this.” Claire lifted a hand in warning. “Oh no, honey. You should wait. I’m a mess down there.” That only made him harder. She shrugged, kicked off her heels, and undressed. Once nude, Claire climbed onto the bed and straddled his lap. As she lowered herself onto his erection, she warned him, “I hope you don’t get upset, but Marcus had the thickest cock I’ve ever had. My pussy is stretched beyond belief.”

"You're not ready for me yet. Come on, let's try something else." Claire, at this point, was ready to do anything. He walked her through. She parted her legs, per his direction, and stood in front of him. He pulled her skirt off and hooked a hand in her panties. The delicate fabric ripped away, and now, she was completely naked.

“This was what your wife, Claire, was doing while claiming she was crippled. I am sorry, man.” My expression darkened. Immediately, I opened the first picture. The image was clearly her. Claire. She was walking along the roadside with a man. They were holding hands. In their free hands, each carried a cup of ice cream. The scene looked almost romantic. The man was covered in tattoos. Not just his arms. His neck. His hands. Even his face. And Claire, on the other hand, was wearing an extremely short skirt, the kind Korean students wore during their high school years.

The anticipation was almost too much for Ruth. Then, with one quick motion, Claire pulled her dress down. Her magnificent breasts popped free. Ruth looked at them—large, perfect, with big, dark brown nipples. Claire was looking at her, seeing the wonder on her face. “Go on,” Claire whispered, “they’re all yours.” Ruth looked at them for a moment, unsure what to do, feeling almost overwhelmed. Then she did what seemed to come naturally to her. She bent forward and buried her face between them. She felt them on either side of her face, felt as though she was being consumed by them.

He fiddled with her boobs through her dress, pinching her nipples at intervals. "Ugh." Claire sighed and said to the guys with her head thrown back and her eyes closed in pleasure, "You guys are good." Claire was lost in her world, and so was Rae, who was almost undressed. Rae's dress had been pulled down to her waistline, revealing her red net bra, which was doing nothing to cover her nakedness. Her guy's face was buried on her chest, and one of his hands had shifted her panties aside and was trapped inside her.

Fred offered. Claire frowned. Fred hadn't needed to make that offer, the silly man. Nevertheless, with a defeated sigh, she reached behind her back and unclasped the bra. Her vast boobs spilled free, barely sagging at all and jutting out impressively from her chest. They were lightly freckled and topped by small stiff nipples. Both Alan and Fred moaned at the sight of the tall redhead's spectacular bare breasts, startling Claire a little with their reactions.

"That would seem to be an excellent idea. Go ahead. And remember! I am looking for a fey combination of innocence and wisdom coupled with great tits." Claire didn't know what to do. On the face of it, Justin's request seemed reasonable. She knew that actors sometimes did nude scenes and that a director might want to make sure that she was comfortable doing them, as well as making sure that her body was good enough. She was very confident on both concerns: she knew her body was awesome and she was very relaxed about being nude in front of others. In fact that was the problem. Would Danny be happy for her to be naked in front of an audience?

She shot me a sultry look, but her eyes darted to Clara, venom lacing her smirk. I stripped efficiently—linen shorts gone, shirt already open—down to black boxer briefs that did nothing to hide my throbbing erection, the outline thick and veined against the fabric. My gaze locked on Clara, who hesitated at the edge of the circle, her sundress still on. "Strip, little sis," I commanded low, voice rough with hunger. The group chanted "Off! Off!" Tessa grabbed the hem, yanking it up playfully. "C'mon, Clara—show us what Nolan's been hiding." Clara flushed deep red but complied, peeling the dress over her head to reveal a simple white bikini set—innocent, but fuck, it hugged her curves like sin.