Claudia Wells Nude Novels & Stories

This was my plan, but it didn’t necessarily have to be pretty. With all my might, I put on a placid face. Erik saw me, and as always, his eyes grew darker. I don’t know what his problem was, that I looked good, he would bring his lovers hanging by the arm, why the insecurity? On the other hand, Claudia smiled brightly at me. She was pretty in her white dress. Her cleavage, let’s say, was very, very pronounced. I addressed her first, “Claudia, you look spectacular.” I said it from afar. I would not like to have the misfortune to touch them, but if that happened, I had my antibacterial gel in my handbag. That would help me for a while.

A lazy breaststroke brought her back towards the spot in the sand where she’d left her clothes. Only they were not alone. Oh, Lord. What the hell is he doing here? Looking for you, obviously. Good job you didn't go in starkers. ‘Claudia!’ he called. Oh, Lord. He's going to throw a wobbly. Swimming alone at night is not the most sensible thing in the world. That's precisely why I did it. For the illicit, naughty little thrill. For a moment she wondered whether to play the complete bimbo - wave and giggle, ‘Hi, Guysie-poos! Coming in? But she decided that might be pushing it.

“Don’t project your wet dreams on me, asshole.” His smirk widened, like I’d just given him an opening. “Oh, so you have been thinking about me naked.” Claudia made a choking sound—half laugh, half gasp. “Oh my God.” I pivoted on him, stepping forward until we were a breath apart. “You wish. If I had to think about you without clothes, it would be in the context of identifying your body at the fucking morgue.” He dipped his head slightly, that smug grin carved into his face. “Careful, sweetheart. That sounded almost like you’ve pictured it before.”

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.

Andrea scoffed, unfazed; he had a way of turning any woman on with just a few words. "Done..." Claudia sighed, the air in the room falling on her skin, giving her a relaxing sensation. She turned to see her garments thrown on the floor, and she was now sitting with the man she is enamored with, her legs spread wide. "Touch yourself…" Claudia nodded, swallowing hard, and gradually began to caress her clit, her gaze fixed on his, striving to please and excite him. She dipped her finger inside her moist, slimy cunt, and moans spilled from her lips.

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.”