Ginny Gardner Nude Novels & Stories

The anticipation in the air was palpable, and she felt her skin tingle under his stare, her vulnerability making her want to hide, even as her body begged for more. Gavin took his time, undressing himself with a deliberate slowness that left her trembling. His pants fell to the floor, and as he stepped out of them, his eyes never left hers. Fernanda’s breath hitched. She crossed her legs instinctively, trying to shield her nakedness from his intense gaze, but there was no hiding from him. His eyes devoured her, and the intensity in them made her skin prickle with both nervousness and excitement.

My eyes remained glued to the boys’ locker room and I waited until Colin walked out dressed in his trunks. Who decided that swimmers have to wear latex trunks? FBI open up because that was a very perverted decision. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying Creep, Strange, Ginger head Colin is hot, I’m just saying I didn’t expect him to be so well – hung for a scrawny kid. Focus Ginny! He hadn’t noticed me yet. Good.

They squeeze and my nipples harden against rough palms and a gasp tears from my mouth before I can stop it. "No bra," Ryder says, and My body starts to tremble."Boys, she came out here with nothing on under this shirt." "I didn't know you were—" I suddenly feel more hands on my thighs, pushing them apart. Fingers slide up to the hem of my shirt and stop when it brushes my bare, wet pussy. "Mmhm. No panties." Kane's voice comes out low and rough. His fingers trace up my inner thigh. "You walk around our apartment like this, Gina? Nothing under your shirt while three guys are in the next room?"

I could not take my eyes off her. Soon, her dress fell to the floor. Ginny stood there nervously. She tried to cover herself with her arms, and she shivered slightly. I could even see the goosebumps on her pale skin. She continued to take off her underwear slowly. I was completely overtaken by strong lust, and I reached out for her.

They both looked up toward the arched doorway just as Ginny finally cleared the landing. It was a sight that would have made a brilliant, tragic Renaissance painting—something dramatically titled The Reality of Modern Motherhood. Ginny looked, quite frankly, like she had been dragged through a thorny hedge backward, then spun around in a tumble dryer for good measure. Her usually neat, glossy hair was standing straight up in a static-charged halo on the left side of her head, as if she'd been lightly electrocuted. Her oversized sleep shirt was rumpled, twisted at the hem, and sported a suspicious, glistening wet spot on the shoulder that was undeniably toddler drool.

"I swear it's so fucking good. I swear to fucking God! I've dreamt about it all day and couldn't wait to get here. Oh, fuck." I was in awe. She had to do that on purpose. Gina, she was silly like that. It wasn't alcohol acting. I wouldn't be shocked if in a matter of minutes, she butt-dialed me. What the actual fuck, though? I was still in the phase of recovery from that awkward voice note when a couple of pictures were sent and I wished I'd gotten a little warning not to view it. Gina sent me nudes. Her fucking nudes. Her nipples were hard like she'd just finished playing with them. The last time I saw her was yesterday, but this bitch had gotten freaky overnight, and I felt like if I saw h

Ginnie** Varkos’s eyes are almost blown wide, dazed with the aftershocks of what I just did to him. But before he can say anything more, I straddle him fully, my knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips. Intentionally refusing to cover myself, I let my transparent nightgown slip off one shoulder, baring my breasts to the cool night air, which makes him stare hungrily. “Ginnie…” His voice comes out rough, almost wrecked. “You’re going to kill me tonight.”

I simply nodded my head in agreement and gave him a quick cheer before politely excusing myself. Ginny put on my favorite outfit for the picnic, her flowery red sundress. She looked sexy and stunning in it, yet at the same time slutty. It fit her so tight and was cut so short that you could see her panties if she were to bend over ever so slightly. It's a good thing she wasn't wearing any that day. As she walked out the door, I asked her if she planned on seducing Luther. She just gave me a wink and said "I love you, don't worry if I'm out late."

All I want is peace and quiet. But the moment I open the door, a flash of pink fills my vision. Gina stands in the middle of the room, bouncing on the balls of her feet, her eyes full of mischief. She’s wearing nothing but a pink lace set — a bra that lifts her full breasts and barely covers them, a little ruffled skirt that stops high on her thighs, and white fishnets.

Linda's skin prickled. "I--I can do it myself," she said, her voice a little too soft. A little too defensive. Tina finally turned and met her gaze. Her eyes didn't blink. Her mouth didn't smile. "Mrs. Garrett," she said, voice low and clipped, "stop this nonsense." Linda opened her mouth, but Tina cut her off. "I've seen hundreds of naked women. Every shape. Every size. Every age. I work with bodies. Yours is no different."