Summertime Shorts Novels & Stories

A hot shower and clean clothes of any kind seemed like heaven to him right about now. In addition to the racks, there were other tables with shirts and shorts laid out on them. Anna started by examining the contents, and then she chose a few things to take. Two shirts in an extra-large size for Jerome, two mediums for her, and two pairs of shorts with a pattern for her. She decided to get Jerome a pair of dark blue parachute shorts. His choices were severely restricted. It was either the ones with an orange flowery pattern or the ones with a dark blue background, both of which she could not picture him wearing.

though it's night hours already but the sun was just about to set because it's summer. sitting opposite the dresser, she just freshen up and blow drying her hair Desmond just came upstairs. " get dressed, i will take you to Target " he announced and slammed the door shut behind him " Target ? " Andrea echoes and put the most appropriate thing out of all the slutty clothes she was given. soon they hit the road and the atmosphere in the car was dead quiet. immediately they pulled up in target.... Andrea realize that she'd have no means to pay for her shopping as her cards is back in Vegas. Desmond seized it too !

She faced the wall, wiping off the letters from the white board. “Oh. So you’re not denying he’s hot?” “Hell no. I’ve got eyes. Brandt is unbelievably hot. That body…” Jessie whistled and winked over her shoulder. “World class, my friend.” “How do you know?” Simone asked with a lifted brow. “Has he been running around your place buck-assed naked?” “No. But last summer? I saw him wearing a pair of board shorts and a really great tan.”

I say and she nods as she looks at my t-shirts neatly folded in stacks, all stacked by color. “I don’t even know what to get from here,” she says and I smile as I walk to stand next to her. I grab one of my back t-shirts and a pair of basket shorts and give it to her. She holds both items and when her eyes meet mine, she is smiling. “I think this will be swimming on me. I won’t be able to keep them on,” she says, giving me the shorts back. I smile, walking to my boxers drawer and I retrieve a pair of black Calvin Kleins. “here, these might be better,” I say and she nods as she holds them in her hand.

CELESTINE's P O V The first day of summer has arrived, and the weather in the city hit an all-time high of 87 degrees Fahrenheit. As I walked into the school, I noticed that the students were wearing short skirts and crop tops, and several of them even had their sleeves rolled up, others were also wearing beautiful and sexy summer dresses. My outfit was just a simple white summer dress that was soft and cool on my body.

I agreed, took a deep breath and got ready to go. I arrived wearing a bright yellow halter top, cut low at the front with a single button at the back of my neck holding it together, and loose black silky running shorts. The top complimented my summer tan quite well and my tits pushed out against the cups of the halter top, my nipples standing slightly, hopefully making me look hot. I was thinking the boys were sure to have good dreams tonight if nothing more.

“Afternoon field session at four. Wear the white shorts—the thin ones.” Mary laughed breathlessly, still tingling from head to toe. “Yes, Coach.” Four o’clock sun blazed over the practice field, the kind of late-summer heat that made the air shimmer above the turf. Mary stepped out of her car wearing exactly what he’d asked for: thin white compression shorts (so thin the outline of her pussy was visible when the light hit), a cropped team tank, and nothing underneath. Her ponytail swung high, sunglasses perched on her head, skin already glowing with a light sheen of sweat.

I check the weather on my phone and decide I’ll definitely be too warm in jeans especially since we’ll be walking a lot. I pull out a pair of black jean shorts and chew my lip nervously while I contemplate them. I used to never be able to wear short shorts but last summer I bought a few pairs and actually like them. Besides after that dress I wore yesterday, jean shorts and a t-shirt feels pretty safe. I pull them on and then throw a loose light blue t-shirt over my head. I grab my watch and connect it to my wrist. I never go anywhere without a watch; my obsessive need for punctuality prevents it.

Those tiny black cotton shorts rode up high, the hem digging into the soft flesh of her ass cheeks. With deliberate movements, she reached back with both hands, hooked her thumbs into the waistband, and peeled the shorts down inch by torturous inch. The fabric slid over the full globes of her ass, revealing smooth, pale skin with a light tan line from her bikini. She kept going until the shorts pooled at her ankles, then kicked them aside.

I was hopeful this wouldn’t be too bold. “Holy shit!” I gasped to myself when I saw Franny coming back down the stairs. Franny had removed her tight designer jeans and was now wearing a pair of indecently short gym shorts. Her red satin halter top has been replaced by a cut of sweat shirt that is sleeveless and is cut off so short that it barely covers her pointy cone shaped tits.