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The lemon-colored shorts were very tight and skimpy, the way Janice Jones loved them to be. They hugged her firm ass perfectly, with the satiny flesh of her ass barely showing at the leg. The crotch, too, was very tight, with the seam pulling into the slit of her pussy, outlining her pussy-lips to any person that looked there.
Many looked, too.
Her sleeveless white blouse was thin, very thin. Her upstanding, firm tits were naked under it, and the shadows of her peaked nipples showed teasingly, pushing at the white fabric sweetly.
Janice was tall and leggy, quite beautiful in a striking way. Her deep, rich brunette hair bounced and shimmered with movement as she walked, shoulders back, head up. Her brown eyes were clear, bright, and her full mouth turned up at the corners in an amused smile, as if she were ready to break out in laughter at any time.
The lemon-colored shorts, the thin, white blouse and a pair of white, thin-strapped sandals were all she wore. A bra was unnecessary, and she hated the confining feel a bra gave to her full, rounded tits. Panties could be fun to wear, if they were lacy and sexy. But she seldom wore panties under her clothing, unless she was going to expose something, tease anyone that looked at her.
All her life, Janice had been something of a show-off. It excited her to show off her body, to reveal a slender thigh under her skirts and dresses, or to wear revealing shorts and a blouse such as those she wore now.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.