Emma Shore Nude Novels & Stories

Cassandra The rope still vibrates in the air as I take it back, my fingers gripping it as if I were already holding her last breath. The night is vaster than ever. The moon glides through the clouds and casts an almost spectral pallor on Lyra's skin, a halo of wax on a figure that has lost its name. She is there, on her knees, her body swaying with the movements of the boat. Her hands are clasped, but it is no longer a posture of strength: it is a raft of trembling gestures. The water beats against the hull like a heart that does not want to stop.

Colleen looked amazing as she showered. Her short, light-brown hair emphasized the sexy curve of her neck and made her firm breasts look even bigger. She wasn't shy about playing with her nipples, biting her lip each time she did. I didn't have a clear view of it, but she was clearly playing with her pussy as well.

She stepped inside, her heels clicking softly against the polished marble floor, and her eyes immediately landed on him. Nathan stood near the edge of the room, his back to her, shirtless and glistening with sweat. The muscles of his shoulders and back rippled as he toweled off, the fabric of his workout shorts clinging to his hips. Emma’s breath caught in her throat. She had seen glimpses of his physique before—the tailored suits he wore left little to the imagination—but this was something else entirely. He was raw, unguarded, and utterly breathtaking.

She said occasionally people are nude around their bungalow cottages, but usually only on the beach. We figured, whatever. I wasn't particularly interested in going completely nude anywhere in public. I was afraid of laughs. Brooke is pretty modest in public, but she has gone topless on some of the beaches that we have sailed to. I always liked showing her off a little and have a great since of pride when men take notice of her gorgeous sexy little body. I wondered what her plans would be on this beach, but I didn't bring it up. Besides, We haven't seen hardly anyone up to this point. Not many people would see us anyway, so we could feel more comfortable than usual.

I never normally come here on these nights. Jace is getting excited. “She’s here somewhere. I can smell her”. “Well stay in the bushes at least, don’t freak her out”, I warn. As we keep looking for her our eyes are suddenly drawn to the water as we see an amazing figure stand up. She was swimming. Her wet body glistens in the moonlight. She’s in a t-shirt that now clings to her breasts showing how spectacular they are. The cold water makes her nipples appear through the wet shirt. I would do anything to be able to lick them right now. As she comes to shore her thighs shine like silver in incredibly short shorts that clings to her ass making it pop out more than it normally does. Damn I love

Krista exclaimed in well-acted shock. "Just some pictures I had laying around. I thought maybe it was time they saw the light of day." I reached down to the pile of pictures at Donna's feet, pulling out a truly damning picture. In it Donna was leaning back in a hot-tub, her arms stretched across the back, eyes closed. Her breasts were well up out of the water, and her nipples were clearly hard. Krista was standing between her legs, and leaning towards her, naked as the day she was born, her delicious ass just hovering at the top of the water.

"Just trust me okay. She nods her head and takes a deep breath. I dive under the water, swimming around for a minute before coming back up for air in the shallow end. Naudia giggles when we come back up, hair covers her face. I put my hands back under her thighs holding her up. Naudia's hands find my shoulders, holding tight as she leans her head back, dipping her head back under the water to get her hair out of her face. Her breasts thrust up and towards my face and I really wish I could look away. They are just so damn perfect. Her nipples are hard, the wet fabric of her bikini doing nothing to hide them. My already hard dick, strains even more against my swim trunks.

She barely takes a breath before sucking him hard again. I become very aware of Jasmine's tits swelling against my side, with each breath she takes. This is too fucking weird! I can't believe that I'm sitting here holding Jasmine, while voyeuristically watching her ex-boyfriend fuck my date. Amber's intense arousal quickly dispels any inhibitions she had. Tossing her blouse and bra aside, she unzips her skirt and strips off her thong. Completely naked, she lies back on the bench, lifts her knees and spreads her legs invitingly. The moonlight accents the pale, white skin on her teen-sized, tits, which almost disappear when she's lying down. Just her pink eraser-like nipples are visible, pokin

Natasha was happily paddling in the water together with Venus and the other models. They are all in a two-piece bikini except her. Luckily, Venus didn't really push her to take off the shorts and shirt over the swimsuit she was wearing. She took off her glasses and left them in the cottage as well so that she could freely dive under the water. It was good that when she fell earlier, she quickly grabbed the glasses so as not to lose them, it was like her instinct. When they all got out of the water, the models lay down on the sand one by one. She just stood there and looked at them.

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.