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One of our readers named Michaela submitted this braless story. I hope you enjoy it!
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Four months of saving every penny, working extra shifts, and running on no sleep, it all led up to this night. To this silky and skin-tight dress with a plunging neckline threatening to expose her to the world.

Michaela was ready to make a name for herself. It was the biggest night in the marketing world, a ceremony of the Boston’s most elite, and she had somehow won herself the role of her company’s representative.

For 6 years she had played hardball with the boys, clawing her way up the ladder, and tonight in that dress she was going to show them who she really was. Dateless maybe, but there are always sacrifices on the road to greatness.

The dress fit like a glove, hugging the curves of her body with fiery red silk. She had to go braless, which made her feel liberated, and as she stepped down from the limo and out into the blustery November night, her confidence was at its peak. She was a man-eater, taking no prisoner as she strolled along the entrance way. This was her night, or at least she thought until she felt a hand on the small of her back.

Jumping a bit she whipped her head around to see the arrogant smirk that belonged to Boston’s most eligible bachelor himself, Ian Garcia. She gasped slightly when his eyes, emerald green like she has never seen before, locked hers. He was perfect, from his chiseled jawline to his Ferragamo shoes. “Hey Mick,” he said just above a whisper. She felt the hair on her arms stand up as the warmth of his breathe cascaded down the nape of her neck. This was exactly what wasn’t supposed to happen tonight. Michaela had avoided this moment for 7 years, since the last night of grad school and the last time she heard his voice. Damn, that voice. “Ian, how are you,” she asked, trying to sound unattached. Play it cool girl, she urged herself, don’t let him see you squirm. “Me? I’m good, but that’s mostly because I’m looking at one of my favorite parts of you” he replied with a snicker, nudging his eyes towards her chest. The combination of wind and movement had pushed the edge of the deep plunge over, exposing the bud of her nipple for anyone to see. No, no, no she thought as she frantically adjusted the dress. Michaela’s face flushed to the color of her dress, and her mind was racing with plans for a quick escape from this mortifying situation. “Don’t be embarrassed” his hand inching a bit lower down her back, “you look sexy as all hell.”

Ian was a drug she had broken the habit from a million times. In Highschool, with his letterman jacket sneaking through her bedroom window, to college nights bent over the bathroom sink at their favorite dive bar. It was never a relationship, there were never dates or meeting the family, but there were nights of mind-blowing passion, lips sucking skin in a post-study drunken haze. Every detail was washing over Michaela, sending blood racing down to parts of her she planned to keep far away from him. No matter how many times she had tried to get away, she always ran back to him like a needle to a vein. Until 7 years ago, a night just like this one, when she told him she wanted more. He didn’t call her again. Years of learning every single inch of each other’s bodies, and then nothing.

“Thanks for the heads up, it was nice to see you, but I have to get inside.” She regretted her word choice immediately.

“Ya Mick, me too.” His lips were inches from her ear and she couldn’t fight the shiver that shot down her spine.

“This isn’t happening” the words barely making it out of her mouth before gasping for air.

“I think you forget where this thing ended. You ghosted me, darling, you don’t get to go inside anything but that building right there to find your own seat, far away from me.” She had turned around and started towards the door before he had the chance to respond.

The night was just as spectacular as she imagined. Over the top décor, rich executives throwing their money around like confetti, and men lining up to network with Michaela. She felt like a queen as she plowed through the line, with welcoming hellos and business cards flying from every direction. The dress combined with her impressive resume and confident demeanor was winning the night entirely. When she was finally able to break away for a moment, she sat down and threw back her entire glass of Pino Grigio, and immediately Continue reading →