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Through These Jeans
Through These Jeans
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Steph goes through her clothing as part of spring cleaning and finds a useless pair of jeans. Once an example of high-end fashion, they are ripped and torn beyond usefulness. Thinking of her boyfriend's sexual fetish for ripped clothing, she decides to give the jeans once last, triumphant hurrah before throwing them out. Her plans involve making the holes around her crotch even bigger and visiting her boyfriend at his office.
Warning! This short story contains graphic and explicit description of office sex between consenting adults. As such, this work of smut is intended only for mature adults over the age of 18.
Excerpt:
Turning slightly, I took a good look at myself in the mirror. Gaping tears exposed my knees, and there were slight rips going up and down my thighs, both on the fronts and backs of my legs. The crack of my butt barely peaked through the rips in the back, and only tiny holes dotted the front near my zipper. I’m sure the hole in the seat, as well as my crotch, was big enough to accommodate Wayne’s big dick, but I realized that the jeans needed a much more dramatic look. After all, if I planned on never wearing them again, I could always make some alterations. So, I went to my closet to get my sewing kit. It’s not like I needed needle and thread, but I did keep a very sharp pair of scissors in there. I set the kit down on my bed and looked back in the mirror.
With two hands, I reached behind myself and made the seat tear even larger. The rip now extended up to my waist with a reinforced hem line. I managed to expose all of my ass, making the fullness of my buttocks readily visible. I did the same with the front, enlarging the rips around my zipper fly, putting my shaven pussy out in the open. With the scissors, I trimmed off all flaps and excess fabric. Sure, doing all this while still wearing the jeans felt physically awkward at times, but I reasoned that it might be easier to do it this way rather than just taking them off, making the cuts, and then trying to get them back on. When I finished, the pants looked more like a set of denim chaps than what used to be high-end jeans.
As much as I enjoyed what I saw, a logistical problem presented itself. How on earth was I supposed to get my sexy self over to Wayne’s office? If I walked around outside bare assed, a not-so-sympathetic policeman would have arrested me for indecent exposure ...
Warning! This short story contains graphic and explicit description of office sex between consenting adults. As such, this work of smut is intended only for mature adults over the age of 18.
Excerpt:
Turning slightly, I took a good look at myself in the mirror. Gaping tears exposed my knees, and there were slight rips going up and down my thighs, both on the fronts and backs of my legs. The crack of my butt barely peaked through the rips in the back, and only tiny holes dotted the front near my zipper. I’m sure the hole in the seat, as well as my crotch, was big enough to accommodate Wayne’s big dick, but I realized that the jeans needed a much more dramatic look. After all, if I planned on never wearing them again, I could always make some alterations. So, I went to my closet to get my sewing kit. It’s not like I needed needle and thread, but I did keep a very sharp pair of scissors in there. I set the kit down on my bed and looked back in the mirror.
With two hands, I reached behind myself and made the seat tear even larger. The rip now extended up to my waist with a reinforced hem line. I managed to expose all of my ass, making the fullness of my buttocks readily visible. I did the same with the front, enlarging the rips around my zipper fly, putting my shaven pussy out in the open. With the scissors, I trimmed off all flaps and excess fabric. Sure, doing all this while still wearing the jeans felt physically awkward at times, but I reasoned that it might be easier to do it this way rather than just taking them off, making the cuts, and then trying to get them back on. When I finished, the pants looked more like a set of denim chaps than what used to be high-end jeans.
As much as I enjoyed what I saw, a logistical problem presented itself. How on earth was I supposed to get my sexy self over to Wayne’s office? If I walked around outside bare assed, a not-so-sympathetic policeman would have arrested me for indecent exposure ...
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