Skirt Chasing Novels & Stories

She actually loves it and it makes me proud of my choice. As she slides the corset down her chest, the dress pools at her feet revealing her goddess like body for my preying eyes. She's only wearing a strapless bra and filmsy black panties, I could easily see the shape of her faminine secret which rightfully belongs to me to explore and protect for myself. I am lost in her beauty and I have no intentions to ever find another enlightenment, she's my ultimate goal.

I made sure to let him take a look at how short and seductive my skirt was. Once I turned around to look at him again, his eyes remained dead. Huh? Why does it look like it isn’t working at all? Is he not satisfied? Am I not doing my best right now? I thought that my actions were ineffective on him. And so I decided to do something else. I turned around to look at him once again, leaning forward to let him see my cleavage more. When I touched his legs and then had my hand on top of his, I suddenly felt his hand grabbed onto my wrist. It was rough and tight.

Maya, the daughter of Connie, actually pulled the skirt of Sahara in public! Sahara was wearing a top to match her skirt that day. The thin fabric hugged closely to her athletic body, complementing her graceful figure. With an unexpected downward yank from Hilda, both the skirt and underwear slid down below her knees. "Ahhhh!" Sahara's shriek broke the silence that once filled the hall moments before that. She frantically reached for her skirt and pulled it up. Alas, that undue sight was already etched in the minds of everyone in the crowd.

But this skirt of mine is very irritating because my thighs are exposed when I'm sitting, I keep on stretching it down. I was sitting and there's a lady who have an hourglass body with red seductive lips, she sways her hips to stimulate the mind of the men across the room and I find it annoying. I have this instinct that she's a whore and want to own the CEO this time that's why she's desperate for the job, what am I thinking? I shook my head. Skyles Euphemenio" I heard my name and I stand up, there's a glass door and I can see his silhouette. It is terrifying, and he is leaning on his office desk.

"Not soft, not easy, but like the needy woman I am. Can you handle that?" His eyes sparked with excitement at the challenge, and for a moment, I wondered if I had gone too far. But my doubts faded as he swiftly flipped me over the table. His warm hands deftly worked to unfasten my pants, and I surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure that surged through me with every touch. My pants were yanked down around my ankles, sending a delicious shiver up my spine. Chase's growl vibrated through me as he scolded, "I've told you before, a woman like you should be wearing skirts. So much easier to get to all the good stuff."

Though my smile was a hard one, the moment I pulled the door open, the smile vanished, leaving no sign of joy, when I saw Her. What the heck? Her? "Hey." As usual, that smile on her small lips was a fake one. My eyes scanned her, and I almost adored her. She was in a thigh length, black, pencil skirt, which outlined her curvy figure. The dark blue off shoulder top, and black scarpin shoe was a good match for the skirt. This time around, her makeup wasn't so heavy, though very pretty. The dangling, silver earrings, caught my attention a little, and then, my eyes finally glued to her hair which was now in short, wavy curls. She cut her hair? And yeah, a new hair product too?

I loved the sounds she made as my hands slid down to her skirt. A tight pencil skirt. "Carter," she moaned as I began hiking it. "W-what are you doing?" I popped my mouth off of her nipple and said, "Why, seeing what sort of panties you have on, Ms. Kwon. Do they match your bra?" She whimpered as I drew her charcoal gray skirt up higher and higher, exposing more and more of her thighs. I loved the sight of her skin. I hiked it up and over her rump. She trembled as I did that, exposing the same sea-green cloth as her bra with white lace around the waistband.

Then, his large hands smoothed down my tight pencil skirt, sending a shiver down my spine. I felt a tug at the bottom of my skirt, but it didn’t budge. Adamo let out a frustrated grunt, and I giggled. "Do you see all this wagon I’m dragging? This skirt is not going anywhere," I teased, glancing over my shoulder at him. The next thing I knew, he gripped the fabric firmly and yanked it in the opposite direction, making it slide up in one swift motion. A rush of cool air kissed my exposed legs and ass cheeks, and a wicked smirk played on his lips.

Chastity wasn’t crazy about the lower half of the ensemble. “My legs are going to freeze in this skirt,” Chastity complained. The skirt belonged to Chelsea. “No, you won’t. That’s why you’re wearing the thigh highs,” she said sweetly. “With a garter belt at that,” Chastity said ruefully. Normally, she wore full waist stockings – and a slip. But she didn’t have a slip short enough for the skirt. “Trust me. It will make you feel sexy.” “I thought these Louis Vuitton’s with the red bottoms I have on was supposed to do that.”

It sparkled as she moved, and hugged her slim torso. From her waist flowed a long chiffon skirt, which, similarly to mine, had a high slit. She flung her long leg out of the gap, and I let out a laugh. The back of the skirt draped elegantly across the floor, and I was gobsmacked. I’d expected greatness, but this had far surpassed my imagination. She held out her arm. I quickly tied up my heels and stood, taking her elbow. We took a few, wobbly steps to the doorway before I got used to the feeling, and then we marched down the hallway with great confidence, misled as it may have been.