Unbuttoned Blouse Novels & Stories

"Can you stop causing a scene everywhere you go? Go back to your rooms and prepare for the wedding tomorrow, pick out your dress, do whatever it is you need to do, but leave me alone right now." Selene's face flushed red and her hands clenched into fists at her sides, and for a second I thought she was going to turn around and storm out, but instead she did something I absolutely did not expect. She reached up and started unbuttoning her dress. Right there in front of both of us she undid the small pearl buttons that ran down the front of the pink lace bodice, her fingers moving slowly and deliberately, and when she got to the fourth button she pulled the fabric aside and showed us the full

Some were placed on hangers while others neatly folded on the long shelves within. But the thing that surprised me the most was the collection of skincare products sitting on the left side of the shelf. I slowly walked to them and noticed different moisturizers, beard oils, perfumes, lip balms, sunscreen. I blinked in shock. “Why does this man own more skincare than Violet?” I shivered at the thought as I couldn’t bring myself to completely accept this different version of River. I looked to the section to my right and spotted a hint of color within all the clothes. It was deep red and neatly folded.

I try not to react, but Helen catches me anyway. “The blouse,” she says. It’s not a question. I sigh quietly. “The blouse.” “What’s wrong with it?” she says. “I can tell it’s not working, but I’m unsure why.” “Everything is happening too close to your face.” Marianne looks faintly wounded. Helen appears entertained. I cross toward the rail, scanning the pieces. Most are soft creams and pale taupes, chosen to flatter wealth without risking personality. Near the end I find a silk shell in deep ivory, simple at the neck, beautifully cut through the shoulder.

“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.

“What?” I unbutton my blouse and peel it off, allowing the fabric to pool around my waist. “Tore, I want you to make love to me.”

I lifted my head until my chin was mashed on my chest and watched uneasily as he fingered open the second button. I had five buttons on my blouse and he had just opened two, enough that my bra was half exposed. I dropped my head back and told him to stop, we were done playing. He looked down on me, opened the third button and replied, “Who’s playing? I told you I was going to take something off you.”