Esther Choi Nude Novels & Stories

Tonia lets out a deep sigh, sinking into the couch and finding relief for her tired back. "Esther, I've noticed you've been quiet today. I just wanted to check in and make sure everything is okay." Mrs. Tonia inquires, they all gaze at Esther. Esther has a beautiful dark complexion, a round face, and a distinct nose. Like Glory, she also has a fuller figure, although Glory has a lighter brown skin tone. "I'm okay, mom," Esther manages to reply, and she gets up to have her breakfast as well.

I went and sat on the couch with an armchair before me. Between the armchair and the couch was a stool with a bowl of fruit. I sat patiently waiting for Esther. A few minutes later I heard her footsteps descending from the stairs. I tilted my neck and looked at her. She wore a blue silk nightgown which clearly exposed her curve. She looked elegant, and her curves were magnificent. Her eyes locked up with mine and I flashed her a smile, but she didn't return my smile, she only threw her gaze away as if I couldn't matter less.

Not Chloe. She threw her phone with the half-bitten apple logo onto the vanity table, creating a slightly disturbing sound, but Ester let it be. She chose to close her eyes, gathering a good mood so that the remaining time of this photoshoot would go smoothly. "Miss," Sofi greeted as she opened the door. She saw Ester with her eyes closed, which worried Sofi. "Are you feeling dizzy again?" "No," Ester quickly responded. "Where's my salad?"

Narrators POV; Esther arrives at an hotel and she walks into a darker coner of the parking lot as she carefully examines the expensive cars of different sizes, colors and brands parked there. She looks around to be sure shes not being watched and then she pulls off the baggy dress. Only to reveal an orange crop top which is strapped tightly against her bust, but reveals no part of it. It only makes it's presence well known and helps to outline the perfect shape of her upper body.

“Idiot! Why didn’t you turn off the flash before taking the picture? You ruined the moment!” Esther pouted, muttering under her breath, “Oh my God, I forgot but you didn’t have to hit me that hard.” She rubbed the back of her head but still had the audacity to lift her phone again, snapping several more pictures of Alaric and me with a smirk. “Go on, don’t stop. This is so cute. Reporters will spend a fortune on these pictures, I’m going to be rich!” Esther snickered, and Suhyeon rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

She swam to the far end, as far as she could from where Gaara stood watching. “Your swimming isn’t bad,” he commented casually. Esther’s lips curved into a five-finger smile, but that expression quickly dissolved into shock when the man suddenly pulled off his shirt. The only time she had ever seen a man’s bare chest was when her cousin Elson walked around shirtless. Everything else she knew came from TV screens or her phone. But now seeing it up close, on a stranger like Gaara. It was her very first time. Her eyes lingered, almost hungrily, taking in the sight of his sculpted torso. She hadn’t imagined that broad shoulders, balanced muscles, and perfectly carved abs actually existed outside

She took her phone and slumped back on the bed. "Yeah." She responded unexcitedly. Anika, on the other side of the call, thought maybe Esther was still sleepy, so she didn't disturb her any longer and bid goodbye. Esther hung up the phone and stared at it for a while. She then opened a photo she had recently saved, it was from the internet. The handsome and refined man sat magnificently and pridefully in his seat, his eyes filled with tenaciousness and self-confidence. She stared at the photo, engrossed.

My grandfather always made sure of that but now he was old and gradually I could tell he was losing it. Esther was someone I was familiar with. She was dressed in a low neck sleeveless blouse which showed a pretty nice portion of her cleavage and her skin tight dress accentuated her tiny waist pretty well. Her long blonde hair fell over her shoulder and her eyes twinkled with delight and a hint of passion. She was a renowned model. A goddess in the world of beauty. A devious and rather impressive wretch but a tramp all the same. "What a pleasant surprise" I said, hands in my pocket.

I said before walking out of the kitchen. I didn't know what Dylan was worshiping but it worked for him by giving me the punishment for wasting his time. I walked straight into a wall as I got out and fell on my butt. With the white lights in the kitchen, I could see it wasn't a wall but a person. "Esther?" I asked as I stood up "You're here?" "Obviously" She said "I'm not surprised you got invited" She was dressed in black leather pants, a white top and a jacket. She had high black boots on and all I could say was damn.

“Put your hand on your thigh and bunch up the skirt of that nightgown. Don’t show me your pussy, but bring that fabric right to the edge. I’m wearing panties, but I don’t tell him that. Instead, sneakily, I step out of them. Then doing as he asks, I slide the fabric up my thigh. God, I look like a different person in the mirror, a wanton sex goddess, and I’m starting to feel like one too. “Take that picture, Esther. Send it to me.” I pull the phone long enough to take a picture. Looking at it, I’m unsure again. The lightings all wrong. I don’t look as good in 2d. “Send it, baby,” Miles says in that rough, lust-rough voice that I couldn’t say no to even if I wanted to.