Revealing Clothes Novels & Stories

If the movement was a little too big, my privacy would be completely exposed. Even though the dress was very revealing, no one refused it because having clothes was much better than being naked.

“Change quickly, and then sit down. I’ll get the supplies.” I took the dress from Bell’s hands, my fingers brushing against the smooth fabric. As I unfolded it, a sense of dread settled over me. The dress was a deep red, satin, and sleek, but it was far more revealing than anything I had ever worn. The neckline dipped low, exposing more cleavage than I was comfortable with, and the hemline was high, stopping just above my knee, leaving most of my thighs bare.

It looked perfect on me. “What exactly isn't right about it?” I queried. “I think it's a little too revealing,” he replied, buttoning his shirt. I scoffed. “You’re kidding, right?” I quizzed. The dress was an off-the-shoulder knee-length pencil dress that revealed just a little bit of my cleavage. “No, I'm not. The other day when you wore something similar to this, I didn't like the way that the men were ogling you,” he replied.

And Alexander is my hope for a second chance. It's now time for the party. Laura and I searched through her wardrobe for clothes I will have to wear since I didn't come with any clothes except the ones I'm wearing. Most of her clothes end up tightening me as my hips keep betraying me. Some of her clothes showed a lot of cleavage which I didn't like while others couldn't get past my waist so I chose the least revealing one, a black off-the-shoulder dress with a v-neckline that showed only a little of my cleavage and it hung tight to my body bringing out my shape in a modest way.

I knew I shouldn’t give him such levity over me but the thoughts of not wearing panties in public excited me more than they should. A short while later, I found a black dress with a flare that stopped mid-thigh. The lacy bodice had a deep plunge down the valley of my breasts, revealing more than a fair amount of my cleavage. It was the most sultry dress I own. And not wearing panties meant I was going macho, without any underwear, as it didn’t require a bra either.

He fakes a cough as he looks away. I pouted. “ You should take a picture of me” I baby talk him. I made a sexy pose while looking at him. I saw him gulp while he's taking photos. I chuckled while looking at him. I chose the red revealing dress to tease him even more. I went to the dressing room and tied up my hair in a nice way. After that I started wearing the red dress. It shows my cleavage and it's actually fitted on me. This is shorter than the white dress earlier. It also has a zipper at the back of it.

Every shadow in the room seemed to whisper promises of what awaited when darkness fell again. When the sun finally dipped below the horizon, a soft knock sounded at the door. A human attendant, elegant and silent, entered with a fresh gown. This one was even more revealing than the last, deep crimson silk that clung to my curves and featured a plunging neckline that left my throat and the upper swells of my breasts completely exposed. The fabric whispered against my skin as I dressed, already stirring fresh arousal between my thighs. I knew they would smell it the moment I stepped into their presence.

‘Trust me, the moment Clayton Voss sees you in this, his eyes are going to pop out of their socket” A grin tugged at my lips at the memory. I slowly untied the ribbon and lifted the lid. Three scraps of lace and ribbon were nestled carefully inside the box. I picked up the first lingerie, it was a black sheer lace, with impossibly tiny straps and matching thong and thigh-high lace socks, honestly, it looked like scarp of shredded clothing This should even be classified as clothing because it exposed more than it covered, but I guess that was the point The second was a bright red lace Babydoll Chemise, backless with a cupless bra designed to show off my whole breasts like an exhibition

I glared at myself, hoping the figure from earlier would hear me. Then I turned around, seeing the dresses, and I squealed at the sight. Don't blame me. I mean, who doesn't like new dresses, especially beautiful ones. Even though I was giving the hard girl vibes, those clothes were fucking beautiful. I made sure to try them out one after the other until I finally settled on the one that was definitely the most revealing. My cleavage was out, exposing my milky boobs, while the lower part outlined my firm ass. A sly smile tugged at my lips. My mom was definitely going to get pissed if she saw me in this.

"Change. Quick." I ducked behind the car and stripped off my plain clothes. The dress he had prepared was a slutty red thing that clung to every curve like a second skin. It was short, barely covering my ass, with a deep V neckline that plunged between my breasts, showing way too much. Thin straps held it up, and the fabric shimmered under the faint moonlight, cheap and flashy, like something a whore would wear to catch eyes and hands. It hugged my hips tight, riding up my thighs with every move. I felt exposed, dirty, but damn if it didn't make my skin tingle with a mix of shame and strange heat. I tugged at the hem, cursing under my breath.