Erotic Shirt Stories Novels & Stories

Thinking he had gotten annoyed, I opened my mouth to ask why he had stopped when I felt the buttons of my shirt slowly begin to come off. Alex's fingers worked across my shirt, unbuttoning it… and I didn't stop him. My heart hammered in my chest as he undid the last button. My shirt dropped to the side, revealing my breasts. It was dark but Alex's lips still found them–like they always did. I ran my fingers through his hair, my eyes squeezing shut as his other hand squeezed my breasts hard. My pussy twitched as he let out a slow grunt before popping his lips off my nipples.

Be bold. When she leaned into me, I felt one of her hands slide up my back, unhooking my bra. I viciously tore her shirt in half. The way she looked at me made me wet. She slipped her fingers in my mouth, looking at me seductively. I glance down at her perky, perfect, exposed breasts. Her perfect sunkissed flawless skin was a breathtaking sight. Eric came up behind me and ripped the back of my shirt off while Tanya began kissing my neck and collarbone. I arched back into Eric's rock-hard erection.

“Yeah. Just...take it easy.” “Fine. But this is kind of exciting! Just look around. All these half- naked people on the dance floor, making out at tables. Just...this is kind of turning me on” I looked around. We packed the dance floor with ladies in thongs and high heels and men in boxers and silky robes. A couple of women were making out in a booth as a pair of men watched. I locked eyes with a shirtless guy with nipple piercings that glinted under the lights. His eyes bored into mine, his erection visible in thin, white boxer briefs. His body, with its broad shoulders and taut muscles, reminded me of Nathan in healthier times. I had to look away. I clinched my thighs and threw back my gla

The intoxicating taste made my cheeks flush as it wrapped me in it's embrace. He obeyed, taking a step back till he was at the center of the bedroom. "Look at me while you strip", I ordered from the bed, he nodded in response, hand on his shirt. First was his shirt. He made eye contact with me as I asked, undoing each button slowly until a gleam of skin was exposed. The shirt slid off his body in no time, revealing his contour abs and chest. His pants were the next, his fingers rested on his belt as he hesitated for a bit. I smiled, tucking my lower lip between my teeth, "Sophie", he groaned, clearly deep in my spell.

I heard the shower start a few seconds later. I stood in our bedroom, shaking with rage and humiliation. I looked down at the shirt he had thrown at me. Out of habit, I leaned down to pick it up so I could put it in the laundry hamper. That's when I saw it. Right on the collar was a smear of bright pink lipstick, a shade I never wore. I pulled the fabric to my nose and took a deep breath. It didn't smell like my expensive perfume. It smelled like cheap, flowery cologne.

“Well, I’m glad you’re ok. But man oh man, you should’ve seen Gavin after you bolted! It was like he took off his shirt just for you and—” I choked. A piece of lasagna lodged in my throat. I gasped, coughing violently as I fumbled for my water bottle, chugging it until the burning subsided. He took his shirt off… for me? “Breathe, Trish, breathe,” Erik soothed, rubbing circles on my back. When I could finally breathe, I looked at him, my eyes watering. “What do you mean he took his shirt off just for me?” Erik laughed. “He was looking directly at you when he did it. The second you left, his whole mood soured. He put his shirt back on and completely ignored all the other girls.”

My skirt was shoved up, panties dragged down and left stretched around my knees, and he slammed back into me in one hard thrust that forced a broken moan out of my throat before I could stop it. “That’s what almost getting caught does to you,” he growled against my ear, fucking me with short, brutal strokes that made the couch rock. “You’re dripping down my cock even worse than before. Your mother was ten seconds away from watching me ruin her daughter and it made this cunt greedy for it.” “Please—” I didn’t even know what I was asking for. The near-discovery had left me shaking and so sensitive that every thrust felt magnified. “Please what? Please keep fucking you like the dirty little sec

Something that feels dangerously like understanding. Then I break the moment. I I reach down. Grab my shirt. My jeans. My underwear. I start walking toward the bathroom. His hand catches my wrist. "Where are you going?" "To clean up." "Don't." I stop. Turn back. "Don't what?" His thumb strokes my wrist. Gentle. "Don't clean it off yet," he says. "I want to taste you again. I want to taste both of us." My body responds before my mind does. I feel heat pool between my thighs. Feel my nipples tighten.

She told herself it was just confidence, but deep down, she knew she wanted the boys to look. One hot afternoon after practice, Tamara stayed to help hand out water, but her focus were on the boys shirtless, young, muscular bodies that was glistening with sweat. Tamara called out to Marcus…..with a teasing smile, she smiled and took a bottle from her, his eyes lingering on her cleavage. “Thanks, Mrs. Thompson,” he said sipping from the bottle. “You always take such good care of us.” He smiled turning to meet his friends. But as he turned, Tamara reached out and playfully wiped a bead of sweat from his bare chest with her fingers. “You’re all sweaty, Marcus. Let me clean you up a bit.” Her th

“Good girl. Take off your blouse.” Lia hesitated for half a second. Then, with a deep breath, she began unbuttoning the white shirt. Her fingers fumbled. When it fell open, revealing her simple white bra, Ethan’s cock visibly twitched beneath the towel. “All the way off. Bra too.” She let the blouse drop, then reached back to unhook her bra. Her full breasts spilled free, nipples already tight and aching. Ethan stepped forward and cupped one roughly, thumb flicking the sensitive peak.