Skirt Chasing Novels & Stories

What the heck? I glared, looked back at her. "Why would you do this?" She shrugged. "Learn to be careful when walking." Enraged, I decided to ignore her, hurrying to leave here. Some of the crowd were still walking to their seats, so I could quickly get to the restroom before anyone would notice me. But, in the process of trying to escape another embarrassment, my legs stumbled against each other, and that made me step on my gown. "Oh my gosh." I accidentally pushed a young dude, which almost made me fall. To save himself from falling, he pushed me back with so much force.

And after a little more rustling, a young woman emerged, clearly wondering what she had stumbled upon. She was a tall, slender female with dusky skin and long dark hair, dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a plain t-shirt. Mikhail couldn't miss the lithe play of muscle in her arms as they hung by her side. Her head was cocked at an angle; brown eyes brimming with mirth as she surveyed his predicament. "I'm just gonna go ahead and take a stab that this is probably the last place you want to be right now?" And Mikhail found himself grinning at her straightforwardness, "Er, yes, I would definitely rather be somewhere else right now, damn, this is so embarrassing!"

She whisper-shouted , bending down to scratch her right ankle through her stockings. "I mean, I've got this, so don't worry,"I reassured her, despite the painic inside of me. And that's when my eyes saw Leslie with a cluster of her equally annoying minions. Standing next to the bleachers talking heatedly amongst themselves was Leslie .The skirt she wore was like two years too small to conceal her butt cheeks as the lower potion of them peeked under it without shame. Same goes for her three minion buddies with poor fashion choice and big blonde hair were heavily laddened with intoxicating hairsprays. As Roxie would say, Pleated skirts are so last year.

she grinned. I walked further in, letting my fingers graze over fabric after fabric. For the first time in a while, I felt almost… okay. Just me and Zane. No drama. No mates. No family pressure. No whispered threats from weird phone numbers. And then I saw it. The skirt. The way it stood out in such a black and high waisted way that drew me in was so much. Flattering. Edgy. Dangerous. Like something Mira 2.0 would wear once she finally left the pack behind.

Again Tasha had to resist the urge to fiddle with her new violet-black skirt. It had been one of those love-at-first-sight purchases. She loved how the outer edges, running from her hips to just over mid-thigh, looked to be laced up—as if just a tug would have the whole thing on the floor. She also loved the feel of the black silk underskirt against her skin. Shame it hadn’t had some kind of warning label to alert her to the fact that whenever she sat down it was going to creep up her thighs.

But I was frozen in place, my mouth hanging open, certain I was drooling. All too soon, someone turned the hose on them, and the exhibitionists scrambled with a collection of moans and groans. They rushed to find their clothes, getting dressed as they ran from the scene. My eyes were still on the goddess as she wiggled those hips into a mini skirt that matched her boots. I am pretty sure my cock has the imprint of my zipper, I'm that hard.

She was always so reserved and put together. She Was Wearing A Black Skirt That Was Tight And Above Her Knee, And A Top That Showed The Outline Of Her Smooth Bra Through It. “How Were The Children?” She Asked. “No Trouble At All,” I Replied From The Door. Brenda Lifted One Foot In An Attempt To Remove Her Shoe. Her Skirt Rose Up To Reveal Most Of Her Thighs, And I Felt Myself Getting Aroused Watching Her. She Lost Her Balance While Hopping On One Foot.

The criss-cross design across the chest gives the illusion that I actually have curves beneath the fabric. The matching white skirt sits high above my belly button. It doesn’t show too much of my flat stomach, but it still screams sexy. The skirt clings to my thighs, short and snug, while a sheer layer drapes over it, trailing to my ankles with a huge slit up the left side that reveals the fitted mini underneath. With my new purple heels, matching bag, and a purple choker around my neck, I look hot. Even I have to admit it—and I’m not usually a confident person.

I know u plus dat skirt z too SHORT! I quickly look at the short black skirt and decide that no, it's not too short. My shirt z not too short n FYI u re wrong I'm wearing under. Now it's my turn to smirk at him. Really? I don't believe you. U want 2 c em? It's black lace from Fenty. I dare u 2 show mi. I dare u 2 come at my house after xul and take em off. And with that I put my phone aside and start pretending to listening to Mr Zukov. I know how all this teasing will drive Santiago crazy and leaving him hanging will just make him want me more.

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?