Revealing Clothes Novels & Stories

much lower till they stopped at the top of my breasts. I was dressed in a soft pink, silk nightdress that accentuated my titties, and revealed the top part of it so he could see my cleavage. I’d picked it out after a hot shower absent mindedly, but now…..I couldn’t help but ask myself if that was intentional.

Perhaps tonight was about shedding that skin, about becoming someone else entirely. Next came the red crop top. My breath caught as I held it up, examining it more closely. It was essentially two triangles of silky fabric connected by delicate rope ties that rested upon my shoulders, leaving my midriff completely exposed. The back was a daring open expanse, held together by additional crisscross ropes that danced across my shoulder blades. It was more than just a piece of clothing; it was an audacious expression of confidence, demanding the wearer to embrace their sexuality unapologetically.

Of course the King of these territories would salvage and keep all of the fine things that were left of the old world. Yasmine picked something off the rack and held it up to Rebecca’s chest. “Hm. You’re much slimmer…” She took the almost shear dress back. Rebecca let out a sigh of relief. She did not want to be walking around in something that was so revealing. It was almost worse than just walking around naked. The revealing clothes almost screamed “look at me!”. Though, that made sense if their jobs were to satisfy the King’s sexual urges. Yasmine moved further down and plucked another garment from the rack. She held it once more to Rebecca’s chest.

"Leo! You're home early." "You're... you're not dressed," he stated the obvious, his eyes raking over me, from my loose hair down to my bare legs. "Oh, this?" I laughed lightly, gesturing at the robe. "I decided to go ahead with my plan. ‘No Clothes Day’. It's incredibly freeing. You should try it." He just stood there, his backpack sliding off his shoulder to the floor. His eyes were glued to the deep V of the robe, where the curve of my breasts was clearly visible.

I was left in nothing but my underwear, kicking off my sandals I heard them clatter to the floor below. He stripped from his white lab coat and showed me what was hiding under there. He was wearing a smart, collared shirt, buttoned up just above his chest. His brown linen slacks were held up by his belt which he hastily removed. I could already see the immense bulge in his pants as he put on a show for me. I could not tear my eyes away. He unbuttoned his shit slowly. I watched as he revealed his muscular chest, the chest that I had imagined was hidden beneath his clothes as I grazed my hand against him. It was just as I pictured.

This stuff is more like silk and looks way sexier. After putting the ‘costume’ on, I realize just how revealing it actually is. The top doesn’t quite cover the girls, which means lots of under boob being displayed, and I’m quite sure my ass cheeks are hanging out of the back. I don’t even want to see how much of my lady bits are showing. I fought to try and get a little more coverage, but in the end it was useless. I gave up and rushed to get into position before Scarlett came looking for me.

Rule number 4: A lady never reveals any skin beyond the face, hands and feet, it only to be seen by her mate. I should have been happy, should have been ecstatic because no one hated clothes more than myself, yet it had been drilled so much in my head I could not help but feel so exposed. The dress had a deep V going down my chest, revealing even a bit of my stomach, some parts of my boobs showing and making me stare in utter horror.

The kind of place where love stories were supposed to unfold. Well, that was nothing more than wishful thinking. I quickly unzipped my travel bag with a huge smile, eager to go out and explore. However, my smile gradually disappeared and turned into a scream of horror. "What is this?!" I exclaimed in shock, checking the bag's contents with growing dismay. Inside were silk nightgowns, not proper dresses. They were revealing and showed more than they covered. Delicate lace, sheer fabrics, plunging necklines, everything designed to seduce rather than provide modest coverage.

She opened her closet and stood before it, marvelling at the array of clothes and options she had to choose from. "Why don't you show me what else you have got?" Roberts teased, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. She laughed, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she slowly undressed. "I'm about to show you everything," she winked. She began to take her clothes off while Roberts watched her with desire in his eyes. She began unbuttoning her blouse slowly and pulling it off, revealing her bare shoulders and the lace bra underneath. She could feel his intense gaze burning her skin when she reached for the skirt.

“Do you realize the only color you have in your closet is black, and the only clothes you have are jeans and t-shirts?” “They’re comfortable clothes. I wouldn’t have to worry about my ass being on display in them as I did in this. And what’s the deal with all this cleavage?” I inquired, tugging the dress up to conceal the overwhelming view of my c-cup breasts, which just drew away from what wasn’t there below my ass. “This is absurd!” I sighed, frustrated.