Melanie Chandra Nude Novels & Stories

Melanie and Tiffany were caught off guard, both getting sprayed right in the face. The three women froze for a moment. Melanie's eyes widened like walnuts as she stared at the wet spot spreading across her chest. She let out a sharp scream, "Jade, ah..." This was her brand-new outfit, just worn for the first time, and now it was ruined. Tiffany and Jade exchanged glances and burst into laughter. The fabric on Melanie's chest had become so transparent that her undergarment was clearly visible.

It's just because Melanie looks the best there. I sent it with a caption and shrieked when he read it almost immediately. I waited for a while but did not get a response so I dropped my phone in disappointment. Mel was still glancing through whatever was in her hand so I leaned back in my seat and fiddled with my hands. “ I'm so nervous. ” she chuckled, “ I have never shown this to anyone before. ” “ You don't have to. ” I reassured her. “ I want to. Besides you inspired a few of these so you deserve to see them. ” She said and quickly stretched it out to me like she would change her mind if she delayed it another further.

Her face turns bright red, "Sorry, I'm nervous. It's been a while since anyone has looked at my body. Besides Rachel." Mel is so many different extremes. Her body language screams confidence, but it's not on how she looks. Mel is outgoing but incredibly shy. She is open about her life but is private about her body. I need to be close to her. Getting close enough to allow our bodies to touch, I stroke her cheek, "You didn't do anything wrong. If you apologize for nothing again, I will punish you". When I mention punishment, her eyes sparkle, and her arousal floods my nose. I have to take a step back before I lose control—"Shirt.”

MELINA She watches as Rafael helps Franky in sitting beside him. He rests his hand on her exposed thigh, but Franky appears unconcerned about having his hand on her, an inch away from her core. She’s barely wearing any clothes, doting just a black satin slip-see-through lingerie, with a black underwear underneath.

The girl mewled as Lexi did it, but she dutifully lifted her knees one by one to let herself be stripped naked. Melanie was completely bare now. She had a cute, apple-shaped ass. Her snatch was surprisingly hairy. Blonde curls covered every inch of her sex and even spread to her inner thighs a bit. It was like seeing the inner deviant hidden by the outer ingenue. A lot like Melanie herself: so quiet and innocent, yet secretly a slave to sex.

After a moment she steps out and closes the door. After changing, I glance at the picture again. I don't know how he worked so fast, but Stone did it. Melanie sent him nudes, and she was dumb enough to capture her face in them. Has no one told her that's a huge no no? Even I know that, and I've never even sent one before. She's standing in front of a body length mirror, her camera pointed at her reflection. She's smiling, her make up perfect and her eyes flirty. She wears a neon pink thong and no bra. Her perky breasts are visible, no doubt she wanted the main focus there.

The fabric slipped a little as there’s not much room for it to move when her body pressed against mine. She’s still tugging, trying to get the fabric off me, ending up yanking it from between us. “Wow…” Melanie comments, and I open an eye to look at her from my peripheral. She’s blushing, but her eyes are focused on us, or rather on me, as she now has a side view of me naked while still having a full view on my backside. She’s the one that wanted to be a voyeur.

Chapter 1: Alejandro's First Temptation Melanie sat in the middle of the large king-sized bed inside her luxurious penthouse in Los Angeles. At twenty-four years old, extremely wealthy from her family's fortune, she remained a virgin. It had been her fantasy for a long time. Using her money and connections, she secretly hired five stunning men for a special "competition."

Melanie mumbles. Melanie is already ready on her dress. She is wearing a black colored top without any neck piece and a red colored leather jacket over it. She has worn a mini-skirt and black colored stocking on her legs accompanied by high heeled boots. She looks perfectly like goddess in her outfit while I look like I am going on some Sunday school classes with the dresses I wear. “I don’t know. I just don’t feel like I look okay with all of these dresses. Don’t you think I should just change my style of wearing the dresses,” I say.

Gradually, I started to see abs forming, and I became noticeably more confident. As for Melanie, she became increasingly absent from my life. One day, when I needed to fill out a form on a computer, I went to an internet cafe. The place was thick with cigarette smoke. When I finally found a computer, I froze. Melanie was there. She was wearing a thin tank top, looking much thinner than before. A butterfly tattoo marked her arm, and she held a cigarette between her long fingers. She turned and met my gaze. I murmured in disbelief, "Melanie…"