Why Isn’t Everyone Else Naked?

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“Wearing nothing but a confident smile and the same white stilettos as the previous day, I stepped out from the screen holding my box of clothes. The researcher grinned. I felt more naked than I’d ever felt before as I handed everything over.
“Don’t...

Wearing nothing but a confident smile and the same white stilettos as the previous day, I stepped out from the screen holding my box of clothes. The researcher grinned. I felt more naked than I’d ever felt before as I handed everything over.

“Don’t worry,” she said, “Everyone’s nervous, and you look amazing.” I already knew that, but it was kind of her to try to reassure me.

The assistant pushed the door open for me and I walked through. It closed gently behind me and I heard the lock click.

Taking a deep breath, sucking my stomach in and pushing my chest out I took the last couple of steps into the main room of the office. My head was spinning and then, as I looked around, I thought I must be hallucinating or dreaming: why was everyone else fully dressed?

I’ve had this dream a hundred times before and I wondered if I was about to wake up. Heads began to turn towards me and I felt their eyes on my naked body. I froze and was about to turn and run for the door, but I remembered I’d just heard it lock behind me.

David, one of the senior partners, walked past me carrying a box file. I saw his eyes glance down at my breasts. “Hey, you’re looking good today Jen. Have you done your hair?” He kept walking and I saw a smirk on one of the legal secretary’s faces. My fight or flight mode was kicking in, and flight wasn’t an option.

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Sofa So Naked

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artistic-nudes-daily: “…you promised love … by skrde77: ” “I nodded as she rolled my jeans down my legs. I sat my bare buttocks on her sofa and lifted both my legs as she tugged at my underwear and jeans, pulling them off my feet and dropping them...

I nodded as she rolled my jeans down my legs. I sat my bare buttocks on her sofa and lifted both my legs as she tugged at my underwear and jeans, pulling them off my feet and dropping them onto the back of a chair.

I’d honestly never felt so self-conscious, sat there, suddenly nude. Lisa sat back beside me in her PVC dress and boots.

“What…” I began, “What am I going to be wearing?”

Lisa looked thoughtful for a second. “Do you know Tina?” she asked me. I nodded, although I only barely knew the girl she was talking about.

“She has something for you to put on,” she told me.

“And where’s Tina?”

“She’s on her way. Or at least she said she’d get her early.”

I looked wistfully at my clothes crumpled on the chair: I’d have preferred to have gotten undressed after my outfit had arrived, not before. Then I glanced up at the table across the room, laid out with drinks and empty glasses. I noticed what looked like a pair of handcuffs on the far corner and then averted my eyes in embarrassment. I don’t know why.

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A Forbidden Dream

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“Theresa’s head appeared through the small gap. Her eyes went wide as she caught sight of Sarah lying prone and naked on the bed, her hands wrapped around the metal bed head and her coverings on the floor. In the dim moonlight that came through the...

Theresa’s head appeared through the small gap. Her eyes went wide as she caught sight of Sarah lying prone and naked on the bed, her hands wrapped around the metal bed head and her coverings on the floor. In the dim moonlight that came through the window she could make out a thin film of sweat on her beautiful, smooth skin. She looked small and vulnerable and Theresa wanted to comfort her, but also to take things wherever they might lead. But instead of doing either of these things she stood in the doorway and adopted an innocent expression.

“Another dream?” Theresa said. Sarah nodded. At least she hadn’t asked if it was a bad dream, because it had been a very good one and Sarah was not going to lie to her. “Do you want company for a while?”

Sarah shook her head. “I’m fine,” she said, although part of her did crave some company, especially after her ostracism had denied it to her for much of the day. But she was too embarrassed to accept Theresa’s help.

“Just knock if you need anything,” Theresa said with a smile, more than a little disappointed that she hadn’t been invited in. Well, she thought, at least that fantasy was nipped at the bud if nothing else.

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Lost In The Moment

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“How could it be, she thought, that she was standing topless in a nightclub, and not a single person was even looking at her? She massaged her breasts with her hands, enjoying the feeling of her nipples pressing into her palms,...

How could it be, she thought, that she was standing topless in a nightclub, and not a single person was even looking at her? She massaged her breasts with her hands, enjoying the feeling of her nipples pressing into her palms, the soft flesh beneath yielding beneath her. The sensation was exquisite.

“You’re free,” Pareia whispered, talking directly to the nymph spirit.

Helena, no longer in any kind of control, felt her fingers slip into the waistband of her knickers. She wanted to stop herself, but more than that she wanted to continue. She pushed the delicate fabric downwards. She felt it slide over her skin and onto the floor to pool around her heels. She took a step backwards from her pile of clothes, her hands running uncontrollably over her naked body. She had never felt so aroused. She had never before even worn a short skirt in public, yet here she was naked in a crowded club. And still, although there were glances in her direction, no-one’s gaze lingered.

“What’s happening to me?” she asked herself, but this time Pareia felt no need to reply. The spirit inside her, so long locked up, kept her hands moving, her arousal building all the time.

“Sit back,” Pareia told her, the nymph spirit now hearing the commands directly and no longer as suggestions from Helena’s subconscious. Helena did as she was told and perched on the stool behind her.

Her hands caressed her breasts, moved down across her stomach, along the tops of her thighs and then, slowly, inwards and upwards, now between her legs, until her finger touched her clitoris. She almost let out a yelp, but that would surely break the spell surrounding her.

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Nineteen And Nearly Naked

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“My Breakfast by manfred_karner: Great Shooting with Julia
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““But, we’re good to continue?” Cassandra asked, looking at me hopefully with a hint of a smile on her face. She put her hands onto mine, which were still covering a...

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My Breakfast by manfred_karner: Great Shooting with Julia

“But, we’re good to continue?” Cassandra asked, looking at me hopefully with a hint of a smile on her face. She put her hands onto mine, which were still covering a nipple each and, gently, she pulled them away from my body. I offered no resistance. We stood opposite each other with our hands linked. I forced a smile and nodded.

“You’ll do fine,” she whispered, and then added a wink. My smile broadened a little; she really was good at winning people over. I stood, suddenly relaxed, and I realised I probably would have taken the bikini top off if she’d just asked more persistently earlier.

“So,” she said, instantly business-like again, “Was I interrupting you in the middle of something?”

She dropped my hands and they fell by my sides. I felt incredibly exposed, dressed only in my new denim shorts, but I resisted the urge to cover myself again. I took a deep breath.

“Oh,” Cassandra said, looking at my brand new shorts, “Now just to roughen your edges a little…” She reached towards my waist and, for some reason, I didn’t even move as she unbuttoned my denim shorts. They were propped over my hips so they weren’t about to fall down by themselves, and the zip held them closed, but with that small change I felt so much sexier, just for having that button hanging open. How could a nineteen year old know more about this kind of thing than me?

“You were about to?…” Cassandra prompted, distracting me from the protestation I was about to make.

“I, uh, I was just taking these ice teas outside,” I said. She smiled and nodded, and then turned to help Sue at the counter.

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