Depths
t-shirt contests that really never really gave him the time of night, he was alone, finding zen - not that he knew what zen was - in the absolute quiet of his private beach, the shivering roar of the waves and the ocean the only sound he could hear.
My Weekend with Sharon
She was wearing a mint green bra that would have complimented her eyes well if she didn't have a wet t-shirt stuck to her head, hiding those eyes from sight. immediately the thought of what sharon would look like _without_ that bra popped into my head.
The legend of a warrior; chapter 6 - Queen, princess and warrior
Given her shoulders to him, she watched from over hers shoulder his eyes devour her hands that were lifting slowly the soaked wet t-shirt.
When it rains, it pours...
He slowly and laboriously stood up and took off the soaking wet t-shirt while still in the bathroom and threw it into the sink. she could clearly see the many scars on his back.
Girl Pox: Frantic Frathouse Fiasco
I was in the middle of it all; up near a stage where our booty shake and wet t-shirt contest was going on. it helped that we had the row theta chi girls here again, although there were plenty of other sorority's represented.
Internment
He reached around and slid his hands up under max's wet t-shirt, rubbing his chest. max's pectorals seemed to respond by swelling and defining. even max's nipples grew wider and thicker as his chest covered in more tan fur.
Amber & Jade [COMM]
She purposefully wore polyester skirts and waterproof tights today, not wanting to go through the herm equivalent of a wet t-shirt contest (even though cindy wore a skimpy white t-shirt for the precise opposite reason), but they were little protection against
Migratory Birds- Chapter 8- Mica
He pulled the soaking wet t-shirt upwards over the lynx' head, didn't care about the fluffy chest, although he noticed that the lynx showed a number of hardly healed wounds. instead he unbuttoned the shorts and tried to get him out of them.
Portal Peril Chapter 3 - Gone Fishin'
The tiger moved back to swing the door closed, and then took a moment to skin out of his soaking wet t-shirt.
My Father's Footsteps, Complete
She was leaning back against the marble counter, elbows on it as if showing off her breasts to him rather than hiding, the wet t-shirt clinging to to them.
The Dares Game
Digby's cheeks burned like they were on fire and he immediately averted his gaze, now realizing that he had essentially been looking at his sister taking part in a wet t-shirt contest.