Hot Brunettes Novels & Stories

I try to discern whether Silver-Blues is amongst them, but they all have their back to me, so I survey the backs of their bodies the best I can. There are two girls and three boys, and they all seem to be very tall and athletic in appearance. The girls are a complete contrast of each other: one warm brown skinned with shoulder-length, dark, wavy hair; the other has light tan skin and off-white blonde hair that travels pin-straight down her back to sit in her waist.

Maybe they had been interested in me, but the blonde beat them to it. Rhett looked across the bar to find new tail. “Those girls weren’t that hot anyway.” Yes, they were. Tony agreed with him. “What about that brunette over there?” “Where?” Rhett asked, looking at the front of the room where the barstools were and the bartender stood making drinks. “She’s wearing the backless dress,” Tony explained. “Brown, curled hair and stripper heels.” When Rhett spotted her, he whistled. “Damn.” “But there’s only one of her,” Tony argued.

She leans to one side, "Hey, Sheila, Gale; you seen three women together? Two brunettes and a red-head." "No. Two red-heads and a brunette." A voice rattles across the counter. "No, not seen anyone like that." "Me neither." "Thanks." Working my way past the ticket points I scan the movies, looking for something likely to have caught the interest of three women on girl-time.

Meanwhile, the girl group had their BBQ next day. They have bought movies tickets with no age restricted but in the meantime, Juliette, Sabrina and Susan pranked Aysha to get in the adult movie room. Although she soon found out and ran out. They went to shop, went to camping nearby the camping site where they enjoyed their BBQ. Since Sabrina is pregnant, they all went to shop on way to their next destination to buy kids' dresses. Although Sabrina scolded them for this but they were adamant.

I chuckle, feeling the warmth of friendship and shared experiences enveloping us. As Warren and I catch our breath on the sandy beach, two women in bikinis saunter over with flirtatious smiles, their eyes sparkling with interest. The sun casts a golden glow on their bronzed skin, accentuating their curves and adding to the allure of the moment. One of the women, a brunette with a playful demeanor, tosses her hair back and leans in towards me. "Well, well, what do we have here? Two handsome surfers showing off their skills?"

One was blonde, one brunette and the third was a redhead. The blonde stuck close to Brandon’s side and was clearly very confident in herself and her looks. Her shirt was opened down to the fourth button. Enough to see a hot pink lace bra underneath that was pushing her boobs together for endless cleavage. The only thing that ruined the image was the look of absolute disgust on her face, and I know that look was for me. What I wasn't sure was why. I barely stepped off the elevator, and I know that I am new here, but no one should be made to feel this way.

At least three different people were talking to me at once. “One at a time, please,” I stated. “I’m Breena. I’m going to be doing your nails and makeup.” A redhead stated. “I’m Courtney, and I’ll be doing your hair.” Her hair was in natural coils, almost as thick as mine in its natural state. “I’m Lexis, and I’ll be helping you into your dress and doing the other girls’ hair.” She and Courtney were twins. “It’s nice to meet all of you,” I stated with a smile.

My mom glanced over at me and smiled softly, but I could tell by her knitted brow that she was worried for me. I watched as they all turned around, and in glided a beautiful young woman with the most vibrant auburn hair I’d ever seen. It was like each strand had been kissed by fire and as they moved, each one lit up a little. She had brown eyes, but they glowed with their own light too, like she had a fire behind them, illuminating them and making them almost a golden color.

She wasn’t as observant as Ariel so she didn’t notice anybody staring at them when they were purchasing coffee the other time “Those aunties who stare at us like they were going to eat us.” “I didn’t see anyone. What do they look like?” “One had black hair with cherry pins and the other was blonde. I don’t know who those Aunties are but I don’t like them at all.” Bree patted her daughter’s hair. “No worries, baby. Keep calm. You’re not going to see them again, okay? Come on, let’s go this way.”

I stayed seated, curious. The brunette stopped a few feet away and cooed, “Ooh, she’s so pretty. You didn’t tell me we were getting a threesome—I would’ve brought my strap-on.” Those words left her mouth and I spat my drink out. What the hell. Juno looked like she might faint. The brunette slid her gaze between us, amused. “What’s the problem, darling? Is she not a sub? I could’ve sworn she gives off that vibe,” she drawled in her thick British accent.