Lindsay Brewer Nude Novels & Stories

Britney lay still, eyes closed, seeking comfort from the cool surface against her skin. “Oh, for goodness’ sake, Britney,” Lornado muttered. He stepped out of his shoes and into the tub, deciding he had no choice but to help her. As he began to undress her, his breath hitched. Her skin was warm and soft beneath his fingers, and he could feel his desire stirring. His pants tightened as he struggled to maintain his composure. He removed her nightgown and then reached for her panties, his hands trembling slightly.

As Mrs. Dent broke into a run, I followed closely, our eyes glued to the suffocated sight. The rest of my class were all sunbathing on the sandy beach, laughing and chattering as they lay buck naked! Worst of all, some of them were all naked swimming in shallow waters, their private parts showing whenever the waves undulated! Even though there was no one else other than them, Mrs. Dent dashed toward them, her eyes red under her face veil as she shrieked, "Are you all suicidal?! Put on your clothes right now!"

“This place is insane. Private dock, hot tub, the works. We’re going to own this lake for a month.” Brenda, twenty-four, flipped her dark ponytail and laughed. Fit from years of yoga and hiking, she wore tiny denim shorts and a cropped tank top that showed a strip of toned midriff. “As long as you don’t hog the kayaks, bro. I plan on paddling around naked if it gets hot enough.” Lily swatted her daughter’s arm playfully. “Brenda! We just got here. Let’s at least pretend this is a normal family reunion before we start stripping.”

She looked around, ensuring everyone was listening. “Of course you did,” Madison rolled her eyes. Lupiter smirked, posing dramatically. “Well not everyone can look as good as me in one.” “I’m jealous of you Lupiter!” Luna Brenda gushed at her. My stomach flipped painfully. A bikini. My scars. My bruises. The old marks from Eric. The fresh marks from yesterday. There was no way. No way I could stand in front of everyone like that. Lyra clapped her hands. “Everyone get some rest! Tomorrow will be exciting!”

The one who broke the silence. Lucas whispers in my ear: — The hyenas have caught the scent. — I know. I don’t smile. I don’t pretend to be comfortable. I am here to disturb. A waiter offers champagne. I refuse. Lucas takes a flute, just for show. His gaze scans the room. He is in protection mode, as always when he senses a trap. Then I see her: Cassandre. An icy silhouette in an ivory dress. Not a single strand out of place. Not a wrinkle on her mask. On her arm, a man I don’t know. Legal, no doubt. Or strategic. Maybe just decorative.

He shook his head softly and left. Meanwhile, Brent opened the bedroom door slowly. The erotic sight of Beverley masturbating instantly entered his vision. It turned him on more and more. The blanket covered Beverley’s lower body, but her upper body was so erotic and voluptuous. Both straps of her maroon lingerie were already down. It exposed her plump breasts. Beverley’s right hand squeezed her breasts, while her left hand played with her pussy from under the blanket. Her legs were spread apart. Her mouth gaped and moaned.

Brie, their daughter, didn't seem fazed by it at all. Alex continued to watch, fascinated, as Kenny continued to fuck her from behind. She had to stop watching for a minute when he forced another orgasm out of her, but then quickly looked back down to see what had happened. Cindy was floating lazily around the pool, still completely nude. Mr. Logan had gone over to where his daughter was laying and was talking to her. Alex obviously couldn't hear, but then Brie sat up and reached over to a table near her. She took a drink of something first, and then reached for a bottle of sunscreen or tanning oil; Alex couldn't tell which.

Nicole's POV I scrub the last plate until the water runs clear, the suds sliding away like everything I’m trying to wash from my hands. It's not like it's my job to wash the dishes. I just need some to keep me distracted. It feels good to do something ordinary after dinner. Ordinary being a clean plate, a folded towel, a small ritual that keeps me calm. My arms ache. My feet ache. My head is too loud with all the things I heard last night. Someone tampered with Alex’s bike. Someone tried to kill him- is he really safe.

"Lily, what the fuck are you doing?" Aiden growls, turns out he was the person approaching us, "Cover yourself now.” "This is a nude photoshoot, I have to be nude. Since when are you two such prudes, huh?" I ask and the attention whore side of me is loving having their eyes on me. At the same time. Once upon a time, Virgin Lily dreamt about this situation... but those dreams ended a lot more dirty than anyone could imagine, "They said I'm so perfect, I don't even need much make up."

"I've seen hundreds of naked women. Every shape. Every size. Every age. I work with bodies. Yours is no different." Linda's breath caught.