Unbuttoned Blouse Novels & Stories

His suit was still as impeccably tailored as it was in my world, and there were no protruding signs anywhere as far as my eyes could see. Unless he hides a mini blade on his ankles, then I’m toast. “Woman.” He gave me a smug smile then. “I know a thousand and one ways how to assault your throat without even using my sword.” He unbuttoned his overcoat, showing me his collared white shirt that was as crisply ironed as possible. “Would you like to test me?” Chills immediately gathered up my nape. Shit. “No,” I rushed to answer, but my mind...it was wandering elsewhere.

' 'When I count to three, you will be wholly under my control'. I counted slowly: one, two, three. Her head drooped down forwards, her body went limp. 'Good girl,' I said. 'Now, stand up and remove your clothes. 'Begin with your blouse.' She didn’t argue her fingers faltered over the buttons. She undid the buttons, one after another, until the blouse gently slid off her shoulders. Her bra was made from white lace. cupping her medium-sized tits. She reached back and unhooked it,

Ours, maybe. “Very well, then.” He murmured and then his strong fingers were on the buttons of my blouse as he started to unbutton them one by one, revealing the matching purple brâ I was wearing. Unlike last time, he didn't order me to get nakéd, he did all the work. He didn't stop until he had my blouse on the floor and then he was unbuttoning my jeans too, tugging them down my legs.

He stood in front of her. “Bath time.” He unbuttoned her white silk blouse. It wasn’t white anymore it was dingy from her recent ordeal. She knew if she was sober she probably would be mad. The sherry seemed to take the edge off, and she couldn’t help but smile as she watched Inigo unbuttoning her top. He slid the fabric off of her and started lifting and surveying her arms. She was about to protest when he spoke.

You know "Operation hide the baby bump." I stepped closer, squinting at my reflection. The outfit was simple but carefully chosen. I had on a soft cream blouse that flowed loosely over my stomach, the kind with ruffles near the hem that made it look like it was just a fashion statement, not a cover up. Over that, I threw on a tailored black blazer, the one that always made me feel a little more put together even when I was running on fumes. My trousers were high waisted and a little stretchy, thank God for that. The trousers were charcoal gray and straight cut, professional enough to blend in, comfortable enough not to choke me.

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.

Probably I was also avoiding her unsure of what to do. She unbuttoned the top three buttons of her black blouse, revealing a generous amount of cleavage and a hint of her lacy pink bra. Sauntering over to me, she moved with feline grace, slow and deliberate. "Landon," she called. I looked up from my computer, raising a brow. "Venita?"

Unbutton your blouse slow one button at a time eyes on mine. Fingers obeyed trembling slight first button at collar then next exposing collarbone, third showing lace edge, fourth fifth tits swelling into view bra cups overflowing soft flesh spilling top. Blazer slipped off shoulders falling to carpet silent, blouse parted wide now nipples hardening under lace gaze heavy. Good he murmured hand cupping one breast full palm squeezing firm thumb circling nipple through fabric until it peaked stiff. Skirt next he said voice dropping lower unzip it let it fall. Zipper rasped slow metal teeth parting, skirt pooled ankles black lace panties visible slit front sheer panel hinting mound shaved smooth.

"If you know you are hiding something, you can tell me, Maya." "I- I am not hiding a- anything." "You can keep saying that and by the way, where did you get this blouse from?" He huskily asked, slightly tugging on the material. The shirt I wore is a silk baby blue blouse that didn’t quite reach my belly button. I had it worn with high-waist jeans. Ashton’s hand wanders around my blouse and he trails his hand under my bra making me shiver. "I don’t think I like you wearing this blouse in public." He whispers huskily