Lita Thong Novels & Stories

Chapter 3: Poolside Tease The afternoon sun beat down mercilessly on the mansion’s private backyard oasis. Lila adjusted the tiny white string bikini she’d bought on a dare at college, the triangles barely covering her full breasts and the bottoms disappearing between her rounded cheeks. Her mother was still in Europe. Marcus had been locked in his home office since morning for an important deadline. It felt safe enough to be bold. She spread a plush towel on the wide lounger closest to the infinity pool, slathered herself in shimmering oil until her golden skin glowed, then lay back with sunglasses on.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

Before leaving, she returned to the bedroom and took several clear photos of the evidence—the thong, the receipts, the damning texts. The hotel suite was luxurious, Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering city. Lila stripped slowly in front of the mirror, studying her body. Thirty-two years old. Yet her full breasts still sat high, a narrow waist, hips that flared softly, and long legs toned from years of running to clear her head. Her dark auburn hair fell in waves past her shoulders. She was beautiful. Desirable. And she had been starving for touch. She poured another drink from the minibar, opened the hidden folder she’d transferred from Ryan’s phone to hers, and lay back on t

Kita's modest attire around the house, had Lyle thinking, more than likely she’ll probably wear something like a one-piece bathing suit. Lyle pulled his sunglasses down to the tip of his nose to give his eyes a clear view of what she had under that dress. He hadn't expected it would be this special. He smiled, looking at the anklet that sat seductively around her ankle. Lyle's eyes traveled up her caramel-shaped calf that no doubt came from walking in heels most days at work. He loves a woman who didn't let herself go. He had worked hard to keep fit and appreciated a woman who did the same. Lyle felt the body was a temple and should be maintained and cared for by eating healthy foods and exe

Loyalty suddenly bursts out laughing and says, “more personal Meme” “Okay bitch, I gotchu”, Meme counters. “What style of underwear does Lala prefer”? I write a thong because it’s what I’ve seen her wear the most. “No point! You’d think for men who want to be all up in it, they’d at least know what’s covering it”, Meme states, causing Loyalty to laugh, and I kind of wish that I could see her board to actually know the correct answer to that. “Okay… Lala’s favorite type of fabric”?

Although every fiber of Lyla’s being resisted, her feet moved forward uncontrollably, inching closer to get a better view of what was happening inside the room. There, the moaning woman lay draped over the arm of the sofa in a seductive pose, her hips provocatively raised. She wore a skimpy bikini, with the lower half resembling a thong, exposing nearly all of her backside. This must be the woman the others had mentioned—Sienna Rivers.

Sara screeched as she wafted across lines of lingerie wears ranging from bodysuits to different bra types. We headed to a line where Sara hobbled over the lacy thongs with various colours and types. The two chattered on excitedly, the stall attendant showing her the benefits of choosing the thongs over some G-strings. I grunted breathlessly. The whole conversation was beginning to make me uncomfortable and a fleeting image of Sara on thongs only filled my head. I swallowed and tried to get the image of my mind but it was stuck, forcing me to stare straight at it and asking me what to do if I saw her that way.

Forty minutes later, the doorbell rang twice, impatiently. Letícia’s heart was still racing. She had changed clothes and now wore only a tiny black thong that barely covered the thick lips of her pussy. Her heavy, natural breasts swayed freely, dark nipples already hard with anticipation. The apartment still smelled of moving boxes and her perfume, but it would soon be invaded by a much rawer scent.

Save it for Connor. I got out of the shower and dug out my sexiest lingerie; the set I'd bought on a whim last year, hoping to spark something. Black lace, sheer enough to tease, with a bra that cupped my tits just right, pushing them up into soft cleavage that begged to be grabbed. The thong was barely there. It was a thin strip that disappeared between my ass cheeks and the front panel was translucent over my shaved pussy. Lastly, the garters that were clipped to thigh-high stockings, framing my curves like a gift waiting to be unwrapped.

“Are you going to be finished worked when you bring me supper?” “Yeah, should be.” “Alright.” It was all I could do to try to hide my excitement. Jessica had got me a few different options when it came to lingerie. The one that caught my eye was all black. It was a one piece and all see-through lace. The choker had two pieces of fabric that went down and connected above my bellybutton. The back was completely open but the underwear and bottom half was like a thong but there was a whole where my pussy stuck out of it. My breast were large enough that they were spilling out of it as well. One wrong move and you will see my nipples before I was ready for you too. That is, what you couldn’t see