Unbuttoned Blouse Novels & Stories

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.

I saw she was wearing her same outfit, but her blouse was unbuttoned halfway, revealing even more of the white cotton of her undershirt. My older sister caught my eye, looking confused. Then she gave me that face-splitting smile again. "Oh, I get it," Darcy said. "Boys all love boobies, don't you? OK, bro, you've 'tricked' me into it." Darcy reached down, unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, and pulled it off. Then she lifted the white tank top over her head. She had on a dark green bra underneath. Her breasts, even bigger than I'd first assumed, seemed to be bursting out.

A few stray strands fall gently across my forehead, giving me a soft, youthful appearance. I wore a stylish school uniform, tailored to perfection for my young frame. The crisp white blouse with a stiff collar is adorned with a delicate tie in a subtle pattern, but with a slightly smaller and more delicate design to suit my feminine features. The blouse is fitted with precision, showcasing my slender yet energetic physique. The sleeves are short and puffed, adding a touch of sweetness to my overall appearance.

Needless to say, this is a fucking hard task. The blazer falls somewhere near his feet, but I don’t bother to look. There are still too many layers between us and it’s annoying. With precise skill, Angelo unbuttons my blouse in the blink of an eye, leaving me in my bra, tailored pants, and the pumps I decided to wear this morning to look presentable.