Eileen Gu Nude Novels & Stories

The bedroom was dark. Only the bright light from a large tablet screen lit up Elena’s face. On the screen was a picture of Mike Hermes Vance, the world's biggest movie star. He had sharp eyes, a hard jawline, and a body that looked like it was carved out of marble. Elena stared at the picture. Her breath was already shallow. She lay flat on her back, her legs spread wide on her silk sheets. She was completely naked. The cool air from the fan blew over her skin, making her shiver.

One push and Riley was seated on the edge, legs parted just enough for Elena to step between them. Elena unbuttoned Riley’s jeans, tugged the zipper down slowly, deliberately. Riley lifted her hips without being told. Elena peeled denim and plain cotton underwear down together, past knees, off ankles. Riley naked now except for socks. Vulnerable. Exposed. Wetness already visible on her inner thighs.

Her hair was swept up in an elegant updo, and had a little bit of makeup on with her sunglasses fixed on her face. The moment she stepped out of the car with the bodyguards guarding her. Eileen had a big poster of her imprinted everywhere in the airport which was able to brighten up her gloomy expression. Everything about her was admirable which made the fans unable to get enough for her. She was the picture of glamor and grace everyone wanted. “Lucky you, Eileen!” She mumbled after waving so hard to the fans. “What a beautiful goddess!” “My goddess, she looks prettier in real life!”

The door was already open a crack. Through the gap, Kade could see her. Elena. She was in the middle of changing into her nightgown, and… She was nude. With her back turned to him, she had the shape of a perfect hourglass. Pale skin almost seemed to shimmer in the dim light. Silver hair swayed as she reached for her nightgown and lifted it over her head. Kade knew he shouldn’t have been looking, but he couldn’t seem to move his feet. He just stood there, frozen, staring at Elena in shock.

Elena posed on the stage, her hands clasped around herself in a pose, she stared into the camera with seductive eyes that would instantly make anyone scrolling through social media pause when they come across the pictures. My eyes trailed down her body and a frown crossed my face as I saw she was half naked. The piece of clothing wrapped around her waist left her right side exposed from her upper thighs to her leg. A huge part of her stomach was exposed and the little tank top she wore exposed a huge part of her cleavage. Was this a fashion shoot? This was a pharmaceutical company not a mature audience company. I didn't want men to jerk off to her pictures but to buy more medicine from us.

“Take your clothes off for me.” Elena bit her lip shyly but stood up between my spread thighs without hesitation. The TV light flickered across her body as she slowly reached for the hem of her tiny camisole. She peeled it up inch by inch, revealing her flat stomach first, then the heavy, perky underside of her full breasts. When she finally pulled it over her head, her tits bounced free, exposing her hard pink nipples. “Fuck…” I muttered under my breath. Next came the shorts. She turned slightly, giving me a view of her round ass as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and slowly slid them down her smooth thighs.

It was a picture of Ethan and the girl at a lounge. The photographer must have followed them to a private area. She wore a bikini that was barely even there, had a nose ring and dark eyeliner lined her eyes. I scoffed in disbelief and placed my hands in my head. She was barely even developed yet. Ethan had his hands all over her as she straddled him on the lounge chair.

My back prickled and I spun around to find Eileen coming down the stairs. She looked beyond sexy in the little black dress with a split all the way up her leg. It looked like she was wearing pantyhose, but when she took a step down, I could see a sliver of her milky white thigh. She was wearing thigh-highs. The dress was low-cut and her breasts were pushed together, nearly spilling from the bodice. She looked like every fantasy I’d ever had come to life. “I hope you jerked off in advance, or you’re screwed,” Greg laughed.

Eileen stood still, her fingers grazing the sash tied tightly at her waist. The two servants hovered near her, waiting. Expectant. She turned to them slowly, lifting her chin just like a quick touch. “You may excuse me,” she said. “I will bathe myself.” The girls exchanged a quick look. “I— Luna,” the younger one started, her voice trembling slightly, “we are meant to stay and assist… if we leave without permission and the elders or even the Alpha finds out—” “I won’t tell anyone,” Eileen said, her voice low but clear. She took a step toward them, the silk of her gown whispering with movement. “If I wanted someone hovering over me while I undressed, I would have asked.”

Anyone with a good view or a pair of binoculars could potentially see the expansive deck and the gleaming pool. Elena stood at the edge of the water, completely naked, her body still bearing faint marks from the night before — light bruises on her hips from Damian’s gripping hands, reddened patches on her ass from his possessive spanks, and a constellation of hickeys across her breasts and inner thighs. Her skin glowed with a fresh tan and the sheen of sunscreen mixed with sweat. She felt exposed, vulnerable… and incredibly alive.