Flowy Athletic Shorts Novels & Stories

He hooks my backpack and drags it to him, plunges his arm in and wrestles out a pair of my white cotton underwear. A wail comes unbidden from my throat. He stuffs them back and reemerges with a pair of sleep shorts, thrusting them toward me. I snatch them from his fingers, wad them up, and scrub my face. “You’re okay. You’re fine. You’ve got to shake it off.” He shakes out his arms and rolls his shoulders, demonstrating. “Just, uh, breathe. Deep breaths, Flora. Maybe, uh—” The shorts aren’t doing anything. The fabric’s too silky. I drop them.

The scent of her arousal hung thick in the air, musky and intoxicating, mingling with the faint sweat from their earlier exertion. His fingers, trembling with need, hooked into the elastic waistband of her shorts and the flimsy thong beneath, yanking them down her toned legs in a single, frantic tug. The fabric rasped against her skin, leaving faint red trails in its wake. Elara kicked them off with a flick of her ankles, spreading her thighs wide in invitation, her pussy exposed and glistening with slick need, the folds swollen and pink, begging for him.

She blushes as she shyly steps out, looking away from me. Oh yeah, I’m only in boxers, not that she’s in much more… instantly my gaze dips to her body and it suddenly feels a thousand times fucking hotter in here. “Why, was it too hot?” I remark. She’s wearing a ruffled crop cotton floral night top with matching shorts, and neither does the top cover much or support anything as every move she makes, makes those tits bounce and nor do those shorts cover her thighs. There are tiny cherries printed all over it and when she rubs her arm, squeezing her breasts together, I can see the hint of the underside of her breasts from under that tiny flowy top.

I was hopeful this wouldn’t be too bold. “Holy shit!” I gasped to myself when I saw Franny coming back down the stairs. Franny had removed her tight designer jeans and was now wearing a pair of indecently short gym shorts. Her red satin halter top has been replaced by a cut of sweat shirt that is sleeveless and is cut off so short that it barely covers her pointy cone shaped tits.

I winked before setting to get off their boots and then reaching for the button on their shorts. I was curious what sort of underwear Sage would have. I opt for none, but that’s just me. The shorts are a tad too short for regular boxers, but given that Sage doesn’t strictly dress according to either gender norm, the possibilities are endless. I licked my lips as I tugged the denim down, Sage lifting their hips to assist, to reveal black men’s boyshorts featuring cutesy frogs with rainbow mushrooms for hats. I could say men’s because they were obviously designed to accommodate a cock and balls. It was an interesting choice, though I was more interested in what was under them. “I wasn’t exactl

Madam shook her head in no. "Then you must try the new activewear the store has launched. They are present in all bright colours. The material is also quite supportive in all the right places. It really is made for elegant but curvy women like you" Yoonji said with such assurity in her voice that Madam couldn't help but want look at this new collection for herself.

Shaking her head and laughing at me whilst I was I inspecting all the clothes I had, Maddie started to get ready for the day. I pulled out a pink shorts and sports bra set from Bo & Tee. The shade of pink was bright but not quite hot pink, more like a coral shade. The sports bra had spaghetti straps, which led to a v-neck. It was fair to say only a little bit of my chest was left to the imagination. The shorts were short-shorts, but high waisted and came up just above my pierced belly button. My bum was covered but the shorts only stretched down to around 4cm of my thigh.

Another couple of hours and hopefully it would be good as new. I found a pair of black gym shorts and a sports bra to put on. It was my normal go to. They were soft and comfortable against my skin, the worn fabric almost like a second skin. The black gym shorts clung tightly to my hips, accentuating my curves as I pulled them on. The sports bra hugged my breasts, showing off my toned arms and stomach. Jaden always loved seeing me in athletic wear, and I could see his eyes lingering on me in my reflection. My plan was he would be too distracted and tell me the truth. He owed me that much.

There was no way on earth I was calling him. After I accepted the idea I was going out with Joel today, I emailed the first installment of my series after adding a little about yesterday’s match. It began with… If you’re a fan of sports balls, rugby may be for you. I could only hope Miller liked my humorous approach. I decided to dress casually and put on one of the two pairs of shorts I brought. These were white. One of my too-tight sports bras came next. I added a simple, loose black t-shirt and black sandals with a one-inch heel. The shorts came in at about two inches above my knees—stylish without showing too much skin. This was the real me. The other Cami was a fluke, or more likely fre

Great experience. "So give me this tour and do your best to remind me that I'm overweight and need a membership. After I suffer through all of that trauma... I'd love to simply run in peace for about thirty minutes." She walked in and glanced over her shoulder, pinning him with a hard stare. His athletic shorts were perfectly made for him, the large bulge at the front of them causing the air to rush from her lungs. She jerked her head around as heat burned her neck and chest. Surely he hadn't seen her ogling him.