Fluffy Shorts Novels & Stories

But looking at myself in the mirror, it looked cute. “This looks so cute,” I said as I turned my head from side to side. “Plus, the makeup is waterproof, so no worries about it wearing off. It should hold all day.” “Thank you so much.” I turned and hugged her. “I have to change quickly and meet Waylon downstairs.” “I’ll leave you to it!” She grabbed her makeup bag and left. With this new hairdo, I wanted a cute outfit. But something that wouldn’t be uncomfortable. I pulled on a pair of high-waisted cut-off shorts and a crop top that only left a sliver of my stomach showing. Then slipped on my high-top sneakers.

“I’ll do it!” She bent over to retrieve the slip of paper. This action was met by a chorus of “Wooo!’s” from the guys standing behind her. Somehow it didn’t seem her hot pink short shorts were leaving much to the imagination. Quite the contrary. Paige didn’t bother pulling out the wedgie she had given herself. She knew from experience it would look damn good just the way it was (however slightly uncomfortable). “I’ll take that, thank you!” Sienna quipped, snatching the paper away. “Hmm, let me see here...”

Edna “Take it out. Right now. I want to see it.” “My cock?” Jordan asked. And suddenly I reached over and was yanking at his shorts. “Hey!” Jordan barked as I was suddenly trying to tug open his fly. He assumed that I was just joking around, but when he felt his zipper being yanked down and button unsnapped, he began to wonder. “Stop that,” he said, trying to get control of my hands, but before he could, I had slid one inside his open fly and was fishing around his boxers.

he asked with a smirk. "You look fine. I'll be back," I said and disappeared to the room. I wasn't in a hoodie today. I was wearing a lace singlet and lace shorts. It was a very comfortable pair, how have I been neglecting all my cute clothes for the hoodies? I loved Min's sent-on his hoodies but I preferred how sexy and confident I looked in my little shorts. I wore a black maxi skirt and a loose pink shirt. I stared at myself in the mirror and patted my bald head. "Nothing beats the air hitting your head," I said to myself and walked out to Min. He was dressed in his black joggers and had gotten a white round-neck shirt.

"I was scared. I didn't see how it could fit. I mean, I'd had nothing up there bigger than the handle of my hairbrush. No way that monster would fit. No way. He'd tear me open." Her hand was lightly stroking me, softly but steadily. She seemed completely unaware. Her legs opened, and her shirt shifted back, exposing her shorts to me. They were some kind of ultra-soft fluffy material, very stretchy and loose on her. I could see they'd shifted a little, and I swore I could see the edge of her pussy. She was going commando again. Her opposite hand slowly crept between her legs while she talked. Her eyes were closed as if she was envisioning it all happening again.

It was a different club than the one we belong to now. Being that it was a Luau theme party, she was only wearing a small flowery wrap type mini skirt and a tube type top that left the bottom of her tummy bare. Her shoes were low heeled strappy sandals with a strap between her toes. They were kind of a casual to dressy flip flops if you will. I will never forget how sexy she was. She likes her toes brightly painted and loves sexy feet. Her hair was up at the beginning with flowers in her hair. I admit that she had an, "I'm fuckable" look to her. Her look said "I'm sexy and I know it." Her skirt was short enough that her panties could almost be seen if she bent over.

I roll out of bed and haul my suitcase over, digging through the mess I didn’t bother to unpack yesterday. Shorts. Crop tops. More shorts. There isn’t a single decent piece of clothing in this entire pile. Just soft, stretchy cotton that hugs every curve like a second skin. I’m not a decent clothing kinda girl. I pull on a pair of shorts. They are impossibly short, riding high up my thighs, cutting right into the swell of my ass. The cotton is thin—so thin that when I pull them up, they press deep between my legs, visibly parting my pussy lips, outlining the exact shape of me right through the fabric.

I tended to let my clothes fall where they may, and that was starting to show by the small piles building on the floor. I sighed, and grabbed the duffel bag I had been given off the floor and threw it onto the bed. There wasn't too much in it, a few outfits left. I settled on a pink tank top and some gray cotton booty shorts. This is icky. It's fine, they're just shorts. Short shorts. Hush. I'm working.

Mia remained unfazed. Did Shelly assume she was still the same easy target as before? Grabbing Shelly's hand, Mia effortlessly executed a shoulder throw, sending her sprawling to the ground. Wearing a tight skirt, Shelly unexpectedly found herself in a compromising position, inadvertently exposing the color of her underwear for all to see. With a disapproving click of her tongue, Mia commented, "Are you not wearing safety shorts? It seems you've opted for a thong instead. Ms. Barrett certainly knows how to have fun."

She kissed him again then slipped away. Mark heard the unmistakable sound of Ant downstairs and he peered over the balcony to see the most outrageous pair of shorts he'd ever laid eyes on. They were like a fabric designer had swept up off-cuts of tartan, high-visibility vests, denim, old t-shirts and anything else lying around and had the material pressed into a pair of shorts. Mark shook his head. "Peace well and truly shattered," He muttered as Ant bombed into the pool.