Revealing Clothes Novels & Stories

She possessed a petite figure that naturally drew men to her. Her dress was a blood-red slip of fabric, tight enough to look painted on. It clung to her breasts, revealing a deep, reckless V-line that looked like one wrong shift would send her cleavage spilling out. The material hugged her hips and stretched over her small, round ass, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

I wore a purple colour dress, it was revealing more than it should be. The cups exposed half of my breast. But it looked amazing. The door behind me opened and Dylan stepped in. “Are you ready?” He asked and he gazed through the mirror. His eyes scanned me from head to toe. “Yeah! I am ready.” He shook his head. “Something needs to be fixed..” His hands cupped my breast from behind and pulled the dress up. “isn't this cloth too revealing?” he chuckled. “You mean I can’t wear revealing clothes?” I frowned.

All the shirts she had seemed designed to expose as much hard-bodied flesh as they could. Straps over the shoulders, exposed midriffs, sleeveless, and cleavage-revealing were all primary factors in the other's women's decisions. The girls had dragged Shamira kicking and screaming (almost literally) into Victoria's Secrets because, in Monique's words, she was going to get fitted for a bra and not play underwire roulette. And good grief, what Clara considered to be "underwear" differed greatly from Shamira's definition. Silk and lace had never been Shamira's thing. Cotton . . . cotton had been good.

Following his stare, she realized he had been staring at another woman. She was tall, with short blonde hair and charming brown eyes. Her dress was form-fitting and bright red, with a high slit, exposing her smooth, tanned leg. Madeline had never seen Matthew stare at another woman that way; Usually he would ignore them completely, giving all his undivided attention to his mate. But why was he ignoring her now? Madeline suddenly felt insecure as she looked down at her flowy, pink dress and her long, brown hair. Would her mate appreciate her more if she wore something more revealing? Or maybe if she cut and dyed her hair?

I quickly put on the gown. It was pretty—pretty wasn't the word; sexy was the right word, and it was the most revealing thing I had ever worn my whole life. I might as well walk around naked. The silk dress was strapless, revealing a whole lot of cleavages, and it had a deep slit by the side, exposing my thighs. "I can't wear this." "It is beautiful." "Isn't it too revealing? What kind of impression would I make on your parents, wearing this?"

I took deep breaths in and out to make sure I got enough air. I dropped my head and let the tears fall. That was when I noticed the change in my clothing, I was wearing a very revealing outfit. The top showed the top of my breasts off and only connected in the middle with a knot. The skirt was really tight and short. They were both a beige color. I would never wear this.

I asked simultaneously as i came out to reveal my outfit "What do you think? Too revealing?" "Perfect" She said to the cream coloured spagetti party dress i wore, my cleavage was visible down to the upper part of my breast cause i didn't put on a bra "Alright, let's go" Emily said, literally dragging me out as i took my purse

I opened the box to see a dress. Not really my style but okay... The dress was a sparkling enigma, adorned with tiny diamonds that seemed to anticipate my evening. A surge of panic washed over me as I realized she'd taken the document. She always knew. Pulling on the black dress, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. It was a revelation. The short hemline and daring thigh slit transformed me, shedding the familiar cocoon of baggy clothes. I was met with an unfamiliar image: curves I'd forgotten I possessed. The dress, however, had other plans. The ill-fitting bra cup was a traitor, conspiring to reveal more than I intended. My breasts, liberated from their usual confinement, pushed aga

It was what she called herself whenever she was being an angry mom. After a long bath, I went to the closet only to find a sexy and revealing dress set in my closet. My jaw hit the floor as I saw the dress. It was a blue velvet dress. It had a turtleneck collar and a deep v neck cut in the middle to show my cleavage. And it was backless. Both front and back were pretty revealing. It looked tight. Plus, it had a thigh cut on the left side. It was a long dress, but hell it was way too revealing for someone like me who likes to wear something simple like jeans shirts with coats. I never liked to reveal my body. Not that I did not have a good body. I had a pretty curvy body.

The gown were so long and revealing, some were transparent and well designed. Isabelle loves revealing dresses, I know that she wants to look so hot on that dinner date but I don't mind. I picked a red gown that exposed a back. It was hung on a female mannequin. I loved it so much, and it was long and transparent that you could easily see what a lady was putting on underneath. It was a gown that has a tiny hand,it is going to reveal the breast of the lady,I gave it to Isabelle. "WOW, these clothes look so lovely and beautiful," she exclaimed happily, opening her white teeth; she collected them from me immediately.