Why Get Dressed?


I walked over and stretched out on the lounger and started to read. Time passed easily and it seemed a completely natural way to spend the day; me in my bathrobe, and Natasha in her tattoos, reading in silence.

At some point I paused my reading, and noticed Natasha was staring into the distance, daydreaming.

“What time do you think it is?” I asked her. She twisted around and peered back into the house where I guessed there must be a clock on the wall.

“It looks like it’s something like two o’clock,” she replied.

I looked around me at the sun-baked paving, and then down at my bathrobe. “I really should get dressed at some point.”

Natasha laughed and shrugged. “I don’t see why. I’m not planning to bother.” That brought a laugh from me. “And besides, all you’ve got is that tight dress from last night, and you really don’t want to be wearing that in this heat.” She had a point there. The thought of an underwired bra pressing into my chest and clingy fabric wrapped around my hips did not appeal one bit. I thought for a second.

Read the rest of Dressed in Tattoos, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts

A Forbidden Kiss


Together they rose to their feet, their arms still around each other. Sarah’s body was so soft against her own and she could feel her warmth through the thin cotton of her nightdress. If this happened again, she would remember to take it off before she came out: she could easily claim that she had slept in the nude too. Would Sarah like what she saw as much as Theresa did? Theresa shook her head: it was all pure fantasy and she mustn’t let it control her.

They negotiated the entrance back into the corridor, Theresa’s hand reluctant to leave the place it had found around Sarah’s waist. “We can’t let you bump into everything again,” she said by way of a cover story and she steered the girl’s small frame along the hall.

They reached Sarah’s door and they stood facing each other. Sarah could only see the faintest light reflected in Theresa’s eyes but she could still feel and see kindness within them. She wrapped her arms around Theresa’s shoulders and whispered to her: “Thank you”.

Theresa’s arms wrapped around Sarah’s waist and pulled her close to her. She savoured the moment, not sure if she would ever be able to repeat it, and they stood for a few seconds with their bodies pressed against each other.

Read the rest of the story in The Rules of the Convent