Mini Skirt Aoa Novels & Stories

It was a different club than the one we belong to now. Being that it was a Luau theme party, she was only wearing a small flowery wrap type mini skirt and a tube type top that left the bottom of her tummy bare. Her shoes were low heeled strappy sandals with a strap between her toes. They were kind of a casual to dressy flip flops if you will. I will never forget how sexy she was. She likes her toes brightly painted and loves sexy feet. Her hair was up at the beginning with flowers in her hair. I admit that she had an, "I'm fuckable" look to her. Her look said "I'm sexy and I know it." Her skirt was short enough that her panties could almost be seen if she bent over.

The blazer is fitted with a slightly flared silhouette, accentuating my tiny waist and emphasizing my bright, curious spirit. I wore a pleated dark blue skirt that falls just above my knees, with layers of delicate fabric creating a beautiful, flowing effect. The skirt is perfectly pleated, with each fold precise and symmetrical, adding a touch of sophistication to my overall appearance. Bright white pop socks add a playful touch, peeking out from under my skirt with each step she takes. My black leather shoes are polished to a high shine, complete with a small bow detail on the toes, adding a sweet, beautiful touch.

Sabrina could grab one randomly, and it would make Aino dressy enough. Sabrina chose a light pink trench coat for Aino. The clothes were neither too big nor too small for Aino, and they fitted like a glove. Sabrina picked pure black tights for the bottom and matched the outfit with light pink leather shoes made from lambskin. After that, she styled Aino’s hair into a slanted bun. Gosh! The air around the little girl was just like a child celebrity. Her father held Aino’s hand. Countless people looked at them twice as they walked together.

Today I planned to gloat over it, and I dressed deliberately to make him drool so that, for once, I could deny him the way he always denied me. I looked better than any centerfold in my five-inch high platform shoes, plunging neckline and half-cup lace-trim bra that clutched my firm 38-inch puffy pointer boobs under a translucent satin blouse. But as usual the real show-stopper was my never-ending choice of sensationally sexy micro miniskirts. That particular one was so short it only just came to the bottom of my buttocks when I stood normally. It was a form-hugging satin material that advertised every curve of my tight but upright fleshy ass, and at the back it zipped undone from the hemlin

She had platinum blonde hair that was pulled up in a sleek ponytail, seafoam green eyes, legs that go for miles in a short black mini skirt that barely covered her butt, huge breast that was spilling out of the deep read halter top that was two sizes too small. The other two girls looked the same. Light curly brown hair down the middle of their backs, one had a hot pink mini skirt on where at the other had a deep purple one on. They had on the same type of halter top as the blonde but the pink skirted one had a white one where as the purple skirts was black. Their boobs weren’t as big the blonde but still enough to make one envious. They weren’t as tall as the blonde either even with their f

I respond, already looking forward to the party. An Aurora leaves and I change a stunning outfit that exudes elegance and sophistication. My dress is a chic knee-length sheath dress in a soft pastel shade, adorned with delicate floral embroidery along the neckline and hem. The fitted silhouette flatters my figure, accentuating my curves in all the right places.

"Miss Aurelia, I am Monica. These are the new pieces from the boutique that Mr. Thorne has personally selected and purchased for you." I watched in jaw-dropping silence as she gestured to the first rack. My mouth fell open. Rows upon rows of designer mini skirts dangled in front of me. They came in a variety of luxurious fabrics—silk, leather, and wool—and a spectrum of colors, but predominantly, they were all stark, brilliant white. That absolute pervert, I screamed fiercely in my own head, my grip tightening on the kitchen towel. I am going to kill him. I am literally going to kill him one day.

Sucks to be her anyways. My red mini skirt was way too short that it turned me on, even with wearing a fishnet. My boobs were almost popping out out of my top and I could imagine the thoughts the two black guys at the corner were having of me. There were almost salivating like they had seen a delicious snack. I smiled to myself and walked in, hoping someone would approach me or better yet, want to eat me.

Six Months Later “Maman! Maman! Look at me! Do I look pretty?” Aria laughed as she twirled. She wore a white, sleeveless princess-style dress. The top was satin while the skirt was a gauzy material. Aquamarine and peridot colored rhinestones were applied to the skirt, concentrating along the hem. Her hair was piled up in a messy-style bun with her curls still able to bounce as she moved. She wore a crown of white flowers with rhinestones in the center of each. Her tights had a floral pattern and her shoes were white.

I swallowed hard at the sight of the crazy thought in my head with aurora. She steps into the party wearing a dress that should be illegal. A black liquid-satin mini dress, the kind that clings like it was poured onto her skin. The neckline is a deep, plunging V, held together by two thin, teasing straps that look like they’re one breath away from slipping. The back? Completely bare. Just smooth glowing skin and a single thin chain running down her spine like a whisper, with her waist beads making my little man hot and twitch at every chance it got.