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Tugging At A Bow

Naked woman with a clothed man in a restaurant
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“You can pretty much get through a whole story in a flight,” her husband said as she moistened her lips with her tongue. Then, his hand took hold of the loop of fabric that tied around the waist of her skirt. He pulled at it, slowly, but without theatrics. She watched as the bow became smaller and smaller and then suddenly popped out of existence. The skirt drooped but its folds remained in place over her lap, but if she stood it would fall to the floor. What was Malcolm doing to her?

Her mouth had become impossibly dry and she reached, gingerly, for her glass. Malcolm’s eyes jumped towards her chest as the top fell away from her breast and he caught sight of the beautiful, pink nipple that he knew so well, but was seeing in a new light today. As Alison sat back the top fell back into place and just about covered her nipple again.

Malcolm rested his hand on Alison’s knee and took another sip from his glass. He was more aroused than he had been for a long time, but he was trying not to let it show. His wife had allowed him to unzip her top, and to untie her skirt. She was sitting there at his mercy.

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It Wouldn’t Happen Like That

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“Now imagine,” she said, “Imagine you’re sitting here naked. Just me and you, and everyone else is where they are now. Nobody knows, but you know the waiter is coming back with our coffees in a minute. Hold that fantasy in your mind.”

With that, I saw the waiter approaching from the bar with two espressos. I tried to imagine myself sitting here naked and confident, that we would exchange a glance, that he would look at my body and approve of what he saw, and then he would leave, thinking I was out of his league.

But instead of imagining that, my mind imagined me curling up in the chair with my arms clamped over my chest, and then trying to wrap the table cloth around myself.

The waiter placed our coffees on the table and Elisa thanked him before he left again.

“And?” she said.

“It was… terrifying,” I said, “I would have to hide.” The plotline of my book was going to need a bit of a rethink; sitting confidently in the nude didn’t seem very realistic at all.

Elisa sat back in her chair. “You see?” she said, “I told you that you would not know how it felt. You needed to know that to be able to write about it.”

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Naked Speed

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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.

I heard one of the officers walk over, his feet crunching in the gravel and dust and, I thought this was unnecessary, he gave my shiny stilettos a gentle tap with his boots to indicate I was to spread my legs wider. I had no choice but to comply as I looked down at my dust-covered shoes.

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Am I Distracting You?

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“Here,” I said as I drew a box, “Is the parent company, and…” I turned round to check he was following and realised that he was staring at my backside pointing towards him. I guess I did look like the cover of a porn video as I leant naked over the flipchart.

“Erm, Kieran?” I said as he turned bright red, “Have you never had a meeting with a naked woman before?” We both laughed in relief.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “But I’ll try not to get distracted.” Half of me wanted him to be distracted, but we did have work to do. Maybe I should just ask for a five minute break to get dressed and then we could start again. Then an idea came to me.

“Can I borrow your jacket?” I asked him.

“Uh, sure!” he said, as if this was going to solve all of our problems. He stood and took his jacket off and held it out for me to take.

“And the shirt?” I said, and then realised by the look in his eyes that I was being far too naughty. “Just kidding! Just kidding!” I wondered what it would look like if someone walked through the door right now with Kieran handing his clothes to a naked woman.

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