Skirt Chasing Novels & Stories

"Take it up, Chloe, I can't get the fucking skirt up!" She pulled away, giggling as she watched my fingers struggle to hike her skirt. "You're trembling," "I need you, now Chloe. I can't fucking get my body to quit shaking like a bloody leaf!" I growled. Her eyes washed over me in awe. "I have never seen you like this," Fuck! I grabbed at the skirt and yanked at it until it ripped slightly, creating a gap. I pulled it up, turned around, and ground my cock against her sopping-wet panties. She moaned at the contact, staggering slightly.

Despite how hard she was trying to be free of him, his influence still hung around her like a shroud, and followed her around like a hound. Chase returned to the couch, saying, “I’m sorry about West. Just ignore him.” She still said nothing, and he fixed his gaze on her. She really looked amazing, even if he hated the way West brazenly blurted it out. Her hair was pulled into a bun at her nape, and he could see the wispy curls of baby hairs under the roll of her hair. She was in black and white smooth office skirt and a silk blouse that sensually hinted at her curves. It was better to see her in a standard office dress code than in some waitress uniform.

The problem isn't what she’s wearing, but the person in it. The skirt leaves an ample amount of her delicious thighs, down to her fine straight legs. Her porcelain skin is to die for. Smooth as silk. Shiny like butter… The kind you spread on a hot pan and watch it sizzle as you lick. ‘Not again.’ I suck my teeth but can't get my mind to cooperate. Her skirt is deliberately brought high above her waistline, and that little, almost babyish top that can't even get her boobs in place, is secured inside.

I slipped off my jacket, hanging it with the others, all the while feeling the weight of his gaze pressing into me. Today, I’d chosen a pleated mini skirt paired with a pussycat bow blouse. The fabric swished around my thighs as I moved, and I could practically feel his eyes tracking every inch of me, his stare burning a path from the side of my head down to my heels and back up again.

I dried off as I emerged from the shower, I was overcome with excitement about the evening that remained ahead. My eyes fell on the bed, where a stunning and lovely dress awaited me. I was astounded by what I saw and was unable to cease admiring its beauty. Jacob had chosen it specifically for me; it was a thoughtful gesture that warmed my heart. Running my fingers over the cloth, I admired the delicate lace and intricate embroidery. It was perfect for the occasion-tonight was my acceptance ceremony as the Luna of the pack.

"What do you think?" I asked him. "I just need a normal opinion. You're a guy so tell me." Daring to peek at me, his mouth dropped open. "You look great," he finally said. "Everett isn’t going to be able to ignore you.” I hoped I hadn't made him feel uncomfortable, but I wasn’t happy with what I had now. I wanted the naughtiest skirt of all. It was a mini made of black lycra, hugging my every inch below the waist. There wasn't much left to the imagination as I stretched it over my body. Once I tried to cinch it, I ran into some trouble with the zipper.

"And this of for a more sweet and casual look. There is no stone, and instead pearls lining in a minimalist chain. She will look sweet and beauty wearing this." I took the sets, looked at them then Ruby, visualizing her wearing them. Before long, I put them down and said, "I'll take both of these."

Alanza’s POV "Alanza, honey," a voice drips with artificial sweetness, making the hair on my arms stand up. I turn to find Chloe closing the distance between us. She moves with a practiced sway, her hips cutting a path through the crowd as every guy in the vicinity tracks her progress. My eyes widen at her outfit. She is wearing a top that barely qualifies as clothing and a skirt so short it looks like a stiff breeze would be a legal liability.

If anyone would have a clue where Scars was, it’d be the guys serving up the booze. She crossed the room, deftly avoiding the roaming eyes and hands. Suddenly very self-conscious, she tugged her skirt down a bit farther. No good, though – it still hit her just above mid-thigh, and she was showing off acres of long, curvy leg. The skirt was, clearly, a big fucking mistake.

Seriously, the only old people who ever liked me were grandma and grandpa and I don't even think they were really proud of me. * * * * "I love this skirt," I said as I pulled at the corners of the plaid-white skirt. "You would hate it soon enough. Just wait till a strong wind blows and lifts it" Charlie said with a roll of her eyes. I tucked the shirt into the skirt and swung my blazer over it. It looked pretty smart... And sexy too. That's exactly why I love it because the skirt is short and exactly the kind of thing I would wear if I wanted to seduce Mark.