Fluffy Shorts Novels & Stories

It was a turn-on to steal surreptitious glances up her skirt. One Sunday a couple of months later, I was watching the late-night football game with Leo, drinking beers and hanging out, nothing out of the ordinary. Elaine was wearing a pair of white running short shorts that hugged that gorgeous round ass of hers. I could see just a hint of her light pink bikini panties underneath which were more prominent if I was lucky enough to catch her bending over. I had a little buzz going from the beer and I told her how much those shorts were driving me crazy.

For as much as I love sex, Annie seemed to be addicted. I follow her past the cashier, the books and the toys all the way to a far corner that we hadn’t gone to last time. There’s a single rack of clothes and Annie rummages through it before pulling out a pair of shorts, “try these on.” “We came here for shorts? Couldn’t we have gone to the mall for those?” I ask as I take the shorts from her. “Where else could we get a pair of shorts that has a zipper crotch?” She snorts.

she beams from behind me, excited for the day. Holy shit, I think to myself after turning around, seeing her cute little outfit that I laid out just for her. A brown crop top with shorts and white shoes, perfect for going to the zoom. “Look at my adorable little zoologist.” I can't help but cooed. All she needs is one of those tan safari hats and she will be as cute as a button. “I have never seen you in shorts before.” She giggled, pointing at my black shorts. “I still get hot and sweaty, baby.” I pulled her closer to me. Her little arms wrapped around me instinctively and her warm little body against mine just fits.

“Okay, let’s see how bad this is…” I untied the black ribbon and opened the box. Inside was… not terrible. Actually, kind of cute? It was short—definitely short—but not scandalous. Black and white cotton with a little lace at the hem, and a fitted waist with a flared skirt. A bit retro, actually. Kind of French maid cosplay meets upscale hotel housekeeping. I exhaled a breath of relief. “Okay. I can work with this.” Just to be safe, I pulled out the yoga shorts from my bag and shimmied into them under the skirt. No way was I walking around this man’s kitchen with my ass one wrong move from a wardrobe malfunction.

I quiver. As Tanner undresses, she says. "We had a long practice today. I'm fucking whipped. She pulls off her top and drops her shorts. Her bra and panties match. She's wearing boy shorts now, and they look great. "Those new?" I ask. Tanner moves closer. "Get em today. Feel the fabric. So soft."

Always. A parade of long, thin legs, high firm buttocks, heels, mesh stockings, no stockings, fishnet stockings, short skirts, tight jeans, ponytails, bare breasts, transparent shirts, and light dresses. It's paradise. And, of course, there's the competitiveness, it's hard to stand out. But since I've arrived, I want to make my own mark. Today I've chosen a short, red shirt over my belly button and a pair of the shortest denim torn shorts.

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.

Eliza returns to Ash and Kai in her own pyjamas, a t-shirt with two cows that are dancing over the words ‘Good Moo’d’ and some short shorts with more dancing cows all over them. They’re incredibly cute, and the shorts are very short. He pulls the blanket over him to hide his erection from the kids, who were being shepherded by their mother into the bathroom to brush their teeth. He licks his lips and lets his eyes drift over her.

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.

My face lit up with heat. I looked down at Yara. There was a flash—smugness, like she thought she won. My face went cold. I pried her off and stepped back. "I'm not your dad. Mr. Fluffy is." She hit the floor and started wailing. Natalie rushed over and scooped Yara up, her face all panicked. "Luke, no matter what, you can't lay a hand on her. Where's the calm, patient guy you used to be?"