Unbuttoned Blouse Novels & Stories

However, she wasn't one to back down easily. With the unwavering support of Dr. Ruiz, they had devised a plan. Nysaa decided to reach out to the community center where she worked, hoping that her colleagues and friends there could provide assistance during this challenging period. Determined and prepared to face whatever was coming, she got ready for work. She dressed in her usual attire, an ensemble that reflected her bold and non-conformist personality – short shorts, a graphic tank top, and a leather jacket, an outfit that had become her trademark.

"But your blouse is buttoned wrong." I looked down and saw he was right.

It was tied in red ribbon and I let out a growl of irritation. My beta must've heard and came over to where the arrow was. "They left a note." I said and watched as my beta gently untied the note and opened it slowly. Then the smell hit us and my beta gagged and ran over to the now broken window and through up. I pinched my nose and picked up the note, noticing that a wolf ear fell out of the folded letter. I paid no mind until I saw the gold earring. There was only one wolf who had pierced ears that stayed even when he was in wolf form and that was my father. Anger hit me and I decided to read the note.

Apparently, there was another bus a bit farther in he hadn’t noticed but with Seb resting comfortably on it and screaming his name, it suddenly became the highlight of the day. He was in the t-shirt most of the seeming volunteers had on but Alex could swear no one looked half as good in it as Seb did. He had his paired with blue ripped jeans, the hem of the shirt raised as he buried his hands in the pocket of his jeans. He raised his other arm up as he waved, showing the folded sleeve of his shirt and automatically, showing off his well built arms.

“Let me see?” I unbutton what is left of my blouse up until the third button. My bra peeks out from the ripped fabric and I blush. There’s no way Rune isn’t staring at me, being he pervert his is. Sure enough, when I tear my eyes away from Alexandra I see Rune’s eyes darken with lust. I shiver.

The lecture hall was still buzzing with chatter as I gathered my books after the final class of the day. I was wearing one of my favorite outfits — a short, pleated skirt that showed off my long legs and a tight white blouse that hugged my full breasts, the top two buttons left undone so just a hint of cleavage peeked out. The bruise on my left nipple had faded to a faint mark, but every time the fabric brushed against it I remembered Daddy’s mouth and fingers claiming that same spot.

She said. Reaching up she began slowly unbuttoning her blouse. I saw that she wasn't go slow to tease, but because her hands were shaking and her fingers fumbling with the buttons. I sat back in the chair and smiled as she worked her way down the blouse. When she reached the last button, I noticed she was holding the shirt together. Putting my hands up, I mimed opening my own shirt. Lowering her head, Tammy opened the blouse, exposing a cute pink lace bra. "All the way off."

I undo my skimpy white blouse, revealing my black bra and perky tits. “Whatever you want me to be,” I say, flashing the boys my biggest smile.

ARYA’S POV Within minutes, I had three beautiful white blouses laid out but as the associate rang them up, she frowned. "I'm so sorry, but we're actually out of stock in the white button-downs in your size.” She actually looked apologetic. “These are display models, and they've already been purchased by another customer who's picking them up tomorrow." My eyes widened. "What? But I need them.” "However," she said quickly, seeing my distress, "we do have something that might work even better. A professional sheath dress that’s perfect for an office environment. Would you like to see it?"

Feeling the shift in the air, Zoe quietly slipped away. The word "ex-husband" hit Nathan like a sudden blow. His hopeful demeanor crumbled, giving way to crushing despair. Even his posture sagged ever so slightly. At the cafe just outside the office, the beautiful roses he carried caught everyone's attention. Unfortunately, he'd overlooked something important—I was extremely sensitive to both scents and pollen.