Unbuttoned Blouse Novels & Stories

She fibbed. Jason eyed her displeasedly. "I don't think I want to find out." After a few moments of struggling Evelyn let his shirt go. "You don't want to take it off? Fine... I'll make you take off yourselves." She took a few steps backward until her back was leaning against the door. Her eyes never leaving him, she slowly unbuttoned her shirt revealing milky, silk boobs trapped underneath a peach pushup bra. Jason gulped as he watched her, ran her slender fingers over those two beautiful mounds before she clicked the front clasps and they popped out in liberation.

A low neck blouse. Black, satin, soft. And unmistakably revealing. I whispered “No” out loud, fishing for a camisole hidden beneath any kind of hope. Nothing. I thought of calling Ester to ask for another top, but the meeting ended, and soon a meeting with Adrian would start. I had no time. Since I hissed a breath, I pulled the top over and adjusted it. It clung to me just like a second skin so luxurious. Bruises were entirely impractical for concealing.

It's a maroon body-hugging long sleeves dress ending three inches above the knee with a boat neckline. At first, I thought of Uno as someone who can't be trusted in choosing a woman's attire because I thought the dress is made for ladies who wants to look like a maid but I tried it on last night and found out that it suits me, but I felt like Uno wants to indirectly choke me!

“I didn't expect that even student council president got to joined this stupid charade." He looked at me. I saw how he frowned as if he noticed something wrong. “Your button’s open," he said as he averted his gaze. My eyes travelled down to my uniform. I just realized that one button of my blouse was open. My black bra was showing. I pursed my lips as I buttoned it up. “Next time, wear a bigger uniform." I heard him say. I looked at him and playfully raised my brow. “Oh, what if I don't want to?”

And now, Jessica Hargrave called to finalize it. Priscillia was almost done styling me. As I stood in front of the mirror, she adjusted the cuff of my blouse, ensuring the delicate pearl buttons were fastened just right. The fabric was a luxurious ivory silk draped effortlessly over my frame, its high neckline and subtle pleats exuding quiet sophistication. The long sleeves tapered at the wrists, cinched with slim cuffs that added just the right amount of structure.

" I've given it a thought and I think it's a pretty good remedy for you. I'm positive that it will help with your motivation. " " Positive?" A fearful shaky voice. " Mhm," Amanda nodded. " Do you want to hear what it is?" Now it was my turn to nod, my heart pounding nonstop against my fragile chest, afraid it'd break my ribcages off. Her left arm would then cautiously slide back up her torso in a slow exaggerated way , my eyes anticipating and curious as it followed the trail of her perfectly manicured fingers as they brushed her alabaster buttons to her rose pink Charmeuse blouse . With the first three buttons to her shirt undone, the slight peek of her cleavage came to view, her fingers st

"Unbutton your blouse. Slowly." Her hands went to the top button, fingers fumbling slightly. One button. Two. Three. Until the blouse hung open, revealing the simple white bra underneath. "Take it off. The blouse." She shrugged it off her shoulders, letting it fall behind her onto the desk. "Bra too." She reached behind herself and unclasped it, letting the straps slide down her arms. When it fell away, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze, she instinctively moved to cover herself.

"Don't go there." Chloe opened a couple of drawers before she found one with shirts. Rummaging through an assortment of t-shirts, she settled on a Chicago Cubs jersey. It was a short-sleeved button-down affair that came down to mid-thigh. She slipped it on and buttoned it all the way. In the mirror, it didn't look quite right. She undid the top two buttons, exposing just a hint of the valley between her breasts. Better, she thought.

Her hair was kind of a mess as well. That’s when I noticed her blouse was unbuttoned.

Wow! I hate pink but it's looking so pretty with peach. The blouse felt heavy when I held it after a shower. It's embroidered with silver and pink thread, white, pink and peach stones. The blouse is laying perfectly with my curves. It has broad strips. I can feel the heaviness of my skirt when I hold it in my both hands and lift it slightly up.