T Shirt Buckles Novels & Stories

Once my arms are out of the dress, I let it fall to the ground and step out. I am facing him wearing a cream lingerie set, I tucked in the straps of the bralette because of the straps of my dress, a matching thong with little hearts on the thong and bralette, and a matching garter belt with cute tiny ruffles on my waist with a jewel pressed into my belly button and ruffle bands on my thigh.

He asked. "We're really doing this, now come on dummy." Leona giggled as she entwined their hands teasing him a bit. After whole lot of bickering with cheapskate Eric, they finally had their T-shirt's on. It was a simple plain black, well Eric chose black but Leona chose white. It was the bands logo on the front (a simple drawing of a house). "Can't believe we spent $75 dollars on some stupid T-shirt's, makes me wonder how much the tickets cost.." Eric said as they looked for their seats.

More skin shows than even the bride gown displayed. I dress in the clothes out of curiosity. Nothing so fine had ever touched me. The garment has a wrap-around flap in the front and the back buckles at my hips. My legs have the freedom to move in all directions. It barely covers my upper thighs and my bottom. When I move, the material separates and my hips show through the slits. The top piece covers only my breasts.

Her eyes were sparkling as she said, "This must be cooling." Keegan was taken aback. 'This is the kind of shirt that male strippers wear when they dance, isn't it?' "And these shorts." Stella held the shorts up with her hands. Keegan was silent when he looked at it. The shorts and the fishnet t-shirt were a set. They were tight grid boxers. And what was more demoralizing was that they were freaking crotchless pants! Stella only noticed that when she held them up. 'I was wondering why this shirt was so revealing.

“Oh, my innocent Luna. Because with a simple pull, it’s like opening a present. Put one on.” Thea shrugged on what seemed like a blue robe made of soft, stretchy material. Lizzy got up and helped her. “Pull this side under, this side over, then tie it here. See? And all they have to do is—” Lizzy pulled the tie, and the dress opened to reveal the last set of panties and bra she’d tried on. “Oh. I see.” “I didn’t bother with button-downs or even zippers. They’d take too long and just get ripped open. The T-shirt dresses they can easily lift over your head in one move. These wrap ones, well, you see.”

I shrugged, “I think that is my design and for my dress/gown designs. I like designing for all sizes.” He wrapped his arms around me, “Another reason to love you. Wait a minute. That front neckline goes almost all the way to your belly button. How are you going to wear a bra?” I smiled, “I have breast covers with body tape. That tape will hold them where they are supposed to be until I use a special solution to take them off. Almost like gorilla glue.”

Jen went through some of her roommates clothing telling her, "We're going to have to go shopping." She then picked out a pair of black leggings and a quarter zip, long sleeve top, along with a thong and matching bra. Julie expressed some concerns with the leggings because she didn't like the size of her butt. Jen told her that guys like butts like hers and to "trust her." She also made sure Julie had the zipper pulled down all the way to show off some cleavage.

I called them Tala t-shirts because she had them made, usually skulls and blood or decapitated bodies and they were one of a kind. I walked downstairs and Jules stood waiting for me and Mrs. Walker looked at my t-shirt and I knew she was probably thinking something along the lines of “goodness gracious me.” Jules looked stunning in skintight jeans with a shirt that ended where her jeans started with knee high boots and when she walked you’d catch a glimpse of skin and somehow that was more attractive than showing everything.

I ask. “That’s just a string.” “You bought me a string as well.” “Fair enough.” Seeing mesh boxers and floral briefs, I instantly add them to the cart. There are also some boxers with ribbons, some leather compression shirts that can show off his muscular arms, a button-down bodysuit with a plunging v-neck, and even backless underwear with a mesh front. And soon, I am grinning like a fool. “What are you adding, wife?” he asks, stopping my fingers from adding more embarrassing items.

I shuddered to think about it. The second had a couple pairs of what I assumed was meant to be underwear, some yoga pants and a barely there t-shirt but the last is what had my eyes bugging out. “You got to be fucking kidding me.” I mumbled to myself. The item in there would barley pass as a shirt let alone a fucking dress. It consisted of two scrapes of black pleather like material held together with six gold chains down either side