Unbuttoned Blouse Novels & Stories

“Then let me see you.” Jubilee began to unbutton her blouse, her hands shaky. It seemed to take an eternity, and by the time she reached the last button, she was tempted to tear off the blouse in sheer frustration. It fell to her hips, exposing her fanciest bra, which was a taupe color and not really all that fancy. Jubilee had always bought comfortable underwear—not the kind you’d wear to seduce a man. She almost apologized, but the heat in Heath’s eyes made her bite her tongue.

I mean to unbutton my blouse, except I yank the fabric so hard that several buttons go flying across the room. And I don't even care. I yank my skirt up over my hips so that it's bunched around my waist, and pull my panties down to my knees, not even bothering to take them all the way off. They're damp, the way they've been since this morning when Marcus gave me his gift.

Thank God there isn’t a law against a man being this sexy. His full thick bangs had swished to the front of his forehead, practically covering it fully when he had taken his shirt off. Beverly smoothed her hands up his strong thighs as he started to unbutton her light brown blouse. Bruce growled as he found the buttons hard to undo. If she had known what was going to happen in advance, she would have worn a different top. The buttons on her favorite blouse were hard to button and unbutton.

I unbutton the first button of my blouse. His hardened cock throbbing as he shakily unlocks our door and slams it shut behind us as he unzips his jeans. A blush crosses my face as his jeans and boxers hit the floor. I unbuttoned the rest of my blouse, and much to Adam's surprise, I had also been prepared, as much to Adam's surprise and amusement—my black lace bra cupped my perky tits as I slowly uuncladit with the front clasp. As a light blush brushes his face, my breasts appease him. I giggle. "No need to blush; we've been married for two years." He leans into me, sucking on my exposed neck. "And you never get any less breathtaking. Come out to the balcony with me." Adam grabs my hand. I go

Sharlynn looked so excited as she started to look through several women's clothing stores. She stopped when she saw a blouse with a large bow accenting the belly. It was sleeveless, white, and looked elegant. The blouse was displayed on a mannequin in a store. Richie approached Sharlynn and saw that she seemed interested. "Do you want the blouse?" Richie asked. Sharlynn turned her head, a sweet smile on her beautiful face. The beautiful woman nodded firmly. "But it's still too sexy. Look for a plain t-shirt or blouse with less transparent material," Richie snapped.

" I push him off and head for the door. He grabs my wrist, pulling back to him and the unbelievable happens. The sleeveless blouse I have under my blazer tears. I look down, Desmond looks down. The blouse rips from the neckline down to the waist, dividing the front into two and exposing my tits that's sparingly covered by a black tubeless bra. I look up, but Desmond is still looking down. I always knew it was bad material but it has served me in the past, why did it have to give up here in a tiny room alone with Desmond?

“Hehehehehe” ** NOTE TO THE READERS- CASSY MONROE IS THE DAUGHTER OF THE DIRECTOR OF THE UNI ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * My white blouse was alarmingly messed up with huge blotched splashes of scalding hot, brown liquid as one side of the cloth covering my chest, had started to turn transparent- embarrassingly showing a bo*b.

She turned back around and slowly started to unbutton her blouse. Selby's eyebrows went up and his eyes wide as he watched her saunter over to him, her shirt opening more with each step. Once she pushed the final button through its tiny slot, she slowly eased the fabric off her shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor. By then she had reached her husband, and with one hand, she caressed his cheek while with the other, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra. It fell to the floor, her breasts exposed as she lowered herself to her knees, her eyes never leaving his.

She unbuttoned the second button. "Oh, my god! You're wearing a slip!" "It's silk. Just for you," she replied as she parted the sides of her blouse and unbuttoned the third button. She cupped her tits displaying them to her. On the couch, she caught her breath. "You're killing me," she pleaded.