I’m meeting Mark on Friday night! I can’t wait. Although I didn’t ask if Ana was coming or if she was still away. I actually don’t mind either way, funnily enough.
Then Pilates this evening. Got to stay fit for the next cabaret night in late May! Especially since I’ll be a year older by then, and a year closer to wrinkles…
Jessica couldn’t remember the last time another person had seen her breasts. Her nipples hardened in response to that thought, and even more as she felt the cool air. Miss Ashdown’s voice was soft in her ear. “You can almost hear a gasp from the back of the concert hall as the object of your desire leans forwards to take in the sight of your naked chest. He can’t believe he isn’t dreaming. You want him to imagine what it would feel like to touch your skin, to feel your thin waist within his firm hands.”
Jessica’s breath shuddered again. Miss Ashdown, standing behind her, took Jessica’s hands within her own and moved them up to rest on her stomach, and then slide up along her sides as she breathed in. Miss Ashdown pressed Jessica’s hands onto her hips and slid them up and down her sides with the slow rhythm of each inhale and exhale.
Jessica imagined herself, standing on the stage, barely covered by her underwear, running her hands over her hips and stoking the fire of her passion. She suddenly felt incredibly sexual.
“You act as if you’re alone; this is the most private moment as you ready yourself to give everything to your playing,” Miss Ashdown’s soft voice continued. “You want nothing to come between you and your music.”
As she said this, and as Jessica exhaled, Miss Ashdown’s fingers, flat on top of Jessica’s, slipped into the white knickers. Jessica felt the fabric sliding over her hips as their interlocked hands pushed them down onto the floor. Jessica’s breath shuddered again but somehow she resisted the impulse to try to cover herself. She concentrated on the image of the concert hall, of standing naked on the stage as if no-one was there.
Read the rest of Piano Lessons, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts
More good news at work today: Jo came to me and said she didn’t know I had friends in high places, but apparently some new client wanted to meet and had asked for me by name! I have no idea who it might be, but we’re going to a meeting next week.
I had lunch with Ha today too. The builders have given me a couple of dates when they can start in late April, and she said either is fine for me to come and stay. They reckon it’ll take most of a week! Which sounds a lot for a bit of ceiling and roof repair, but what do I know? I’m also going to Ha’s for dinner on Saturday night. It’s been a while!
“I decided to use the time the bar was closed to set up some sexy photos for my husband. And that was when my boss walked in.”
I think I’m getting a hang of this nudity thing. I was standing outside Mel’s with my coat over my arm and my bag over my shoulder and all my clothes from work in it and Mel’s neighbour came out of the lift. But I’ve gotten so used to it that I didn’t even think about it until he stared at me, and then I felt embarrassed and smiled and said “evening”, and he said “evening” and fumbled at his keys and managed to steal one last look at me before he went into his apartment.
Mel answered the door a minute later and I could casually say “I’ve just bumped into your neighbour” without making it sound like a big deal.
Anyway, tonight was coaching night, and for coaching I don’t need my hands, which meant my hands and neck were put into the yoke, and my ankles were put into the other yoke, and I was more-or-less helpless sat on a chair opposite Mel with my legs spread and my hands above my head.
It’s been two weeks since my last orgasm and it would have been obvious just how much I was gagging for it, and Mel just started asking me about work and whether things were moving and what goals I’d set myself and how they were progressing. It was really hard to answer because it was a while back, but I told her about the feedback I’d had from Jo, and about managing Rachel and Tim, and Mel asked me if that was what I wanted to do. And the problem is that I don’t know. So she said that’s what I have to work out, which I guess I know already.
I couldn’t help but wonder why I had to wear the yokes, because Mel obviously wasn’t going to touch me, so what did she get out of me sitting there exposed like that? And then I just blurted the question out, and Mel said it wasn’t about her, because she couldn’t care if I was wearing a ball gown or a bin bag or nothing at all, and that didn’t make me feel great. Then she made me stand up and before I could protest (as if I would anyway) she took a couple of photos of me and said that she could tell my abstention from any kind of sex was getting at me so all I had to do was upload these three photos as well as the old ones. And she said that every week I didn’t she would add another photo so soon there’d be a whole catalogue. The alternative was yet more celibacy, unless I found someone else to satisfy me.
And then she started asking about who I’d seen before, because it was obvious I hadn’t seen them again recently, and it’s hard to hold back when you’re naked in the middle of the room with metal bars holding your arms and legs apart.
So I told her about Mark and Ana and about going back to theirs, and that made me even more turned on. Mel just listened and asked how I felt about them, and I said I liked them both, and that if Mark was single I’d see more of him. And she asked why I had to wait until then, if it seemed like Ana didn’t mind or care. In fact, she said, she seemed to be encouraging it.
And then soon after the session was over, which was good as the blood was running out of my hands, and Mel unchained me and I put on my coat and came home. She sent me the extra pictures too. But I’m not going to give in because I’m really not happy with the idea of lots of people seeing them.
“The first properly sunny day of Spring and the first proper walk of the year.”
Well, I’m not sure it was better than going to Mel’s, and I’m sure it wasn’t better than meeting up with Mark, but last night was still fun.
Alison and Russ were both nicely dressed, and I was naked in (short) heels. Poor Russ didn’t know where to look so I had to give him a kiss on the cheek. Now he knows what it feels like to be confronted with a nude body at the door!
The food went down well, and Russell actually spoke for a change. He’s a computer programmer and I think he’s got a pretty good job, and Alison works in marketing for a pharmaceutical company.
After dinner we went to the sitting area and I sat next to Alison and Russ sat opposite, and it was an amazing contrast, because Alison was in boots and a skirt over her knee and a long sleeved top, and basically only her hands and face were visible, and I was obviously in nothing at all.
She ended up talking more about some of their nude holidays again and how much I’d like them, and maybe next time they booked one I could come. I said I wasn’t sure, being a spare part, but she thought it would be fine because they’re not at all coupley when they’re together. That is true, which is odd since Russ ends up naked a lot, but you don’t really feel like a spare part in a relationship then. If anything it feels like Russ is the spare part. (And he’s got a reasonably sized spare part, if you catch my drift. When it’s not soft, obviously.)
If was funny when Russ went to the loo and I could tell he had a hard-on, because he had trouble standing up. I thought if he’s gone for more than a few minutes then maybe he’s knocking one out, but he was back too quickly for that, and within a few minutes I could see the lump in his trousers was back again.
Then you should have seen his eyes when Alison said something to me and put her hand on my arm. It was like we were about to have lesbian sex or something, and it was only the lightest touch. But it even made me think that maybe I would do it with both of them, if the mood seemed right.
It was nearly midnight when Alison said they would get back, and by that time I think Russ had had a five hour hard-on and was walking like he’d just finished a marathon. On the way out of the door Alison said it had been really nice, and again how it was nice to meet someone so open. She said we’d have to do morning coffee at her place soon, and she didn’t mind at all if I didn’t want to wear anything then either. I should be as relaxed in her home as I was in my own.
I was left to wonder whether that would mean both me and Russ would be nude. It might be fun, and so far it doesn’t seem like they have any mind to take things further either.
Life is complicated but it’s somehow working out at the moment.
Five minutes passed like this and then, without saying a word, I unfastened the remaining blouse buttons and leant back with my hands behind my head. The flaps of the blouse trailed free of my waist and I saw Tony moisten his lips with his tongue. I pretended I was oblivious to what I was doing to him. In truth, the combination of the afternoon sun and the cooling air on my bare stomach was exhilarating in itself.
Another few minutes passed and I leant forwards and, with the wind helping me, slid the blouse down my arms, pulled it out from behind my back and tossed it onto the seat behind me. Tony smiled, but still said nothing. The roads we took were quiet, with barely a car passing us in the opposite direction. And at speed my bra might just pass for a bikini top if anyone saw it, although the sheer material might not stand up to close inspection.
I reached down to my side and unfastened the single button holding my skirt and unfolded it from over my legs. With a quick lift of my buttocks I pulled it out from beneath me and tossed it behind me to join the blouse and I sat there, casually, in my underwear. Tony’s smile widened to a grin and I saw his eyes flick between the road and my white panties. I knew days like this always ended in sex and I dressed to excite. Our relationship had been a very physical one, while it lasted.
Read the rest of Cruising, and 11 other ENF stories, in Just ENF
Russ and Alison are coming over in a couple of hours so I’m not sure if I’ll write more tonight, but I’ve made two decisions:
Although I’m undecided about how to react if things look like they’re heading for a threesome. Alison’s pretty but I don’t fancy her, and Russ is okay but I don’t fancy him either. But on the other hand I am gagging for it. Depending on how I feel later I’ll decide whether to where heels (which means maybe up for it) or bare feet (not up for it much but may change my mind).
At the run this morning Mel asked me what I was doing this evening as she had some friends coming over. So that’s another thing I could have been doing! Sometimes I have nothing to do and others I can’t move for offers.
“When I was invited to a clothes swapping party I wasn’t expecting it to include literally everything I was wearing.”
Kara Bryn 