Unbuttoned Blouse Novels & Stories

Next, the blazer had come off, and he'd gotten her to stand with it dangling over her shoulder. When she'd begun to unbutton her blouse he'd asked what she was doing, and she'd laughed and told him she had a shirt on beneath it. She did; a red silky looking camisole that left her stomach bare. That was the first time he'd seen the pendent in her naval. They'd stopped when he asked her what the hell she was thinking and she told him it was part of her 'new look' and if she wanted to get back into the business she had to be 'modern'.

"Is this garbage really what you came up with? If you submit trash like this again next week, the entire team will lose this month's bonus, and you can all start packing." Victor's icy gaze swept over everyone in the room. Heads immediately dropped, and no one dared to make a sound. I sat at the far end of the conference table, keeping my head down and pretending to take notes. In reality, both my hands were under the table, typing furiously on my phone. I opened the chat with my online boyfriend, whom I'd saved as "K." I sent him a photo I'd taken the night before, a shot of my legs in black lace stockings. Then I sent two messages. "K, my cold-blooded boss lost it again today. He chewed me

* She typed slowly, deliberately. *Black blouse. Silk. Top two buttons open because I got warm in the afternoon meeting. Pencil skirt that hits just above the knee. Nude stockings. No bra—I took it off in the bathroom at five because the underwire was digging in. Black lace underwear I put on this morning thinking no one would ever know.* *Are the stockings stay-ups or attached?* *Stay-ups. Lace tops.* *Good. Stand up.* She stood. *Unbutton the rest of the blouse. Slow. Leave it open but don’t take it off yet.*

“Nope. That one’s yours. Good morning.” She smiled. “Well, thank you, boss.” “No problem,” I said. “It’s decaf.” “Oh, that’s fine. I’ll drink it.” I walked over to Clover’s office and knocked. “Come in,” she called. She was unbuttoning her blazer as I stepped inside. I took a slow, controlled breath when she slipped it off, revealing a sleeveless lace tunic with thin spaghetti straps. She draped the blazer over the back of her chair and sat down. Her cleavage was undeniable.

"Mommy stinks! But Ingy smells nice!" They were my twins—my flesh and blood. I had given up everything I had to raise them for five years. I thought that they would be different from Corbin, but I realized then that it was just wishful thinking on my part. Corbin handed me a paper bag. "Wash these by hand. Return them to their original state." I opened the bag curiously. It was a snow-white female blazer, the same one that Ingrid had been wearing that morning. There was no mistake about that.

“And…unbutton the blouse a bit.” I toyed with the button of my shirt, staring into his sludge-brown eyes. “You want a little show, huh, Mr. Trevor?” I freed the top button, which I would’ve done on the elevator anyway. I felt my breasts loosen a bit, no longer quite so constricted. His eyes devoured the expanse of cleavage. “How’s this?” “Very nice. But…how about a bit more?”

“We need to fit it.” He produced a small, sophisticated device from his jacket, a transmitter no larger than a button. “The blouse,” he said, his eyes holding hers. “Unbutton it.” Her fingers trembled slightly as she obeyed, undoing the buttons of her silk blouse from the top down until it fell open, revealing her lace-covered breasts and the flat plane of her stomach. The cool air pebbled her skin, but the heat of his gaze was a brand.

Shelly’s POV: Step one in my audacious quest to seduce my stepbrother: choosing the perfect outfit. As I dive into the depths of my closet, a treasure trove of fabrics and colors, my heart races with anticipation. My fingers brush against various textures until I stumble upon a stunning ensemble that feels just right—a beautiful off-the-shoulder, short-sleeve v-neck blouse in an enchanting shade of rich green. It dances with the light and complements my skin tone flawlessly, making me feel both elegant and daring.

Nervously and with trembling fingers she pulled the blouse out of her skirt, but got tangled up with the buttons that were in the back. "Let me." I approached and started unbuttoning them - there were four buttons, and each time I touched her skin, she shivered. "You women are funny, you love complicated clothes that fasten in the back." She looked at me over her shoulder, with that sexy and captivating look she had given Rick when she saw me return, and she flashed a smile that could light up half the world. "What?" I asked as I opened the last button and pulled her blouse up. I only realized afterward, once I had already removed her blouse, how intimate and natural that gesture was.

My eyes narrow. “You were after this isn’t it?”bye whiffs out and grabs the top bottom of his formerly white shirt. He drags out the first button and unhooks it. He moves to the second and unhooks it too. My eyes begin to widen bit by bit as he continues with his shenanigans. “What… what are you doing?” Bravo, I am now able to articulate a complete sentence. I am slowly breaking off his charm. He doesn’t stop but continues unhooking the buttons of his shirt. His chest is showing now and the beeezebis is helping by blowing the unbuttoned shirt to give me a clearer view of his chest. His abs are next to nothing I have seen ever.