I hung around after work for a drink and ended up chatting with Tim and Rachel in the sun outside a pub. Tim’s definitely a lot more normal with me now, and Rachel always has been, but I couldn’t help but talk about work with them, because we have nothing else in common and all the other things I could talk about aren’t appropriate for work colleagues (despite what Tim already knows).
I was home early and ready for the run tomorrow morning!
I turned around, and found myself, rarely for someone of my small height, even in my two inch heels, looking straight into the eyes of Natasha.
Natasha was petite, she was blonde, and she was smiling and offering me her hand to shake. “Hi, I’m Natasha,” she said, her eyes fixed on me all the time.
“I’m Rupa. Pleased to meet you,” I replied, taking her delicate hand in my own and trying to appear confident as I shook it.
“Oooh, I love your English accent,” Natasha said with a smile. I had heard that plenty of times tonight already and I wondered if Americans were taught to say that at school.
“I love your, er,” I said as I looked her up and down, desperate to pay a compliment in return. “I love your tattoos.” Natasha had a magnificent set of multi-coloured tattoos: on her arms, on her shoulders, on the tops of her feet and her ankles, spiralling up her leg and thigh and across her stomach. Oh yes, now I remember the important part of describing Natasha, and why I was surprised, or even shocked, at meeting her. I’m able to describe Natasha’s tattoos in such detail because Natasha was entirely naked.
Read the rest of Dressed In Tattoos, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts
I did it today: I found Tim in the kitchen and said we had something to discuss, and did he have time after work, which he did.
I thought we’d go for a drink or something but we were actually done by the time we’d walked and talked. I sort of made something up about doing the strip dance because someone had put me up to it, but it wasn’t going to happen again, and I’d really appreciate it if he kept it to himself. He’d already said he would, and he had, and then added that I didn’t have to worry about him losing respect for me because he thought I was great to work with and everyone’s into different things and it was also great that I could be so confident and powerful at work (ha!) and also confident about my body (also ha!).
Anyway, I think we’re all clear now, and I also think I like Tim better. He seemed more relaxed somehow. Maybe before he was nervous because he was intimidated and seeing a slightly more human side of me was a good thing.
“Come this way. You will be given uniforms when you have earned enough to pay for them.”
I had another tetchy meeting with Tim today, bossing him around so he knew his place. I feel bad now and doing Pilates didn’t really help. Maybe I should take up boxing.
“We continued the pretence that she was showing me how to turn my boyfriend on. We both knew I neither had nor wanted one.”
Ana and Ellie have both said yes to tea at Alison’s on Sunday! I don’t think there’s anyone else I can invite, and certainly not anyone from work. I don’t think Mel would like it, and I don’t really know about Elise. Four women and Russ is plenty.
I still haven’t mustered the courage to talk to Tim.
The car behind came to an abrupt stop and turned across the road, in case I had some idea of making another escape attempt. I could plausibly say that I hadn’t seen the first car, but evading a roadblock was something else entirely and if I tried anything I could end up with some serious jail time. I turned off the engine and my hands fell to my sides.
One of the officers with a gun took a step forward and called out to me. “Ma’am, can you step slowly out of the vehicle.” It wasn’t a question.
I gulped and then opened the door, swung both legs out and stood, closing the door behind me. I saw their heads move up and down as they took in the sight of a tall naked woman stepping out of a sports car. I was glad their eyes were behind sunglasses too. “Wooo-eeh,” I heard one of them say quietly.
“Step to the front of the vehicle and put your hands on the hood,” the office instructed.
I had never been pulled over before, but I had seen enough of this on television. I stood by the side of the car bonnet and placed my palms flat on it. The low car and my high heels meant I had to bend at the waist to reach. Through my hands I could feel the warmth of the engine.
Read the rest of Cruising, and 11 other ENF stories, in Just ENF
I had to have a meeting with Rachel and Tim today, and still couldn’t really look Tim in the eye and, I have to confess, I was a bit short with him. I think I’m trying not to let him know he’s got me at a disadvantage. I realise that since I’m supposed to be the boss I should sort this out rather than just let it hang in the air.
Then this evening I had to head to Mel’s. There was no encounter with the neighbour this time and I was barely out of my shoes before Mel told me to sit on the floor and tied my forearms to my calves, making it impossible to close my legs as she sat on the chair in front of me. It’s the most absolute exposure possible because of the helplessness, and it also turns me on so much.
What to do about Tim was one of the topics of conversation, and Mel said I had to deal with it, outside of the office because this was a situation that wasn’t about work, but that I shouldn’t worry about it because it was obvious to her that he wouldn’t say anything. In fact, she said, there was no reason to even hide my true self in front of him any more, and I said if that meant being naked in front of a work colleague then no way. She said I was naked with Ha all the time, and I said that was different, and she asked how so, since it looked like Ha wanted me more than Tim did. I didn’t have an answer to that.
We talked about work projects too, and the Belarusian company, and Mel said I needed to make a weekly task list since I was new to this level of responsibility and it was important I didn’t miss anything.
After an hour she said that time was up for our session, but would I like to stay for something to eat, because she could order. I nodded and she said “since we both like sushi” and pulled out her phone and tapped away.
The thing was, I was still tied up on the floor when the buzzer went and a delivery man came up. I knew he could see my back from the door, but I’m glad I couldn’t see him, because it must have looked really odd to see a naked and bound woman sitting in the middle of the room.
I was waiting for Mel to untie me but she took everything to the kitchen and unpacked it and returned with it all on a plate, and then came back with two glasses of wine. She held the glass up to my mouth and I sipped, and it was such a turn-on to be so helpless that I couldn’t even take a drink of my own accord.
She sat in front of me and we talked as she both ate sushi and fed me pieces, and honestly I almost had some kind of orgasm to be fed that way. She said that Elise seemed to really like me and that I should be nice to her because she’d been through a lot, which I sort of knew about, and I said I would be because I liked Elise. Then Mel asked if I’d slept with Elise, which I hadn’t, and if I regretted not doing it, which I didn’t know, and if Mark and Ana would mind, which they wouldn’t.
We talked for a while more before I was untied, and the marks on my wrists (and my legs) were much more noticeable than usual because I’m not usually tied up for so long. But I put my coat on and came home with a lot on my mind.
“Oh – so the naked bike ride is next week?”
Kara Bryn 