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Being Seen Naked

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“Hey you two!” A female voice suddenly intruded on us from inside the house. I looked around in time to see Theresa and Georgia stepping out into the garden with two young men in tow. Theresa was the one who’d called out to us. “What have y– woah Rupa! I nearly didn’t recognise you with your clothes off!”

I tried not to blush, but I knew even with my complexion it was noticeable. The two young men trailing them were wide-eyed as they tried to take in both Natasha and my own naked body stretched before them on the sun loungers. I tried to act casual, although perhaps not as convincingly as Natasha did. She glanced over at me, noticing the worried expression on my face.

“Don’t you guys knock or anything?” she asked them. I got the impression that she wasn’t all that happy about being discovered by strangers either.

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My Wife’s Erotic Secret

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“Alison took a deep breath. She wanted to cover her bare breasts, but the bindings around her wrists were tight behind her back. She wanted to run for cover, but those around her feet held her fast. So, instead she stood, naked, aroused, and a moment from orgasm, as the crowd stared, each of them wondering how she had arrived at that point. Alison wondered the same thing.”

Malcolm put the Kindle on his knee and took a deep breath. He’d borrowed the device from his wife so he could read on the plane, but he hadn’t expected to find something like this on it.

And even more than that he had the suspicion, the very strong suspicion, that his wife, Alison, had written the story was arousing him so. The author was listed as “A. A. Martens”. “A. A.” was his wife’s initials, and Martens was her mother’s maiden name. Even the main character shared her name: Alison. It was too much of a coincidence.

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Starting From Nothing

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“Stand up.” I did as I was told. She began to unfasten my belt and then looked down at my feet. I’d kicked my trainers off when I’d come into her house, out of habit, although I guess it wasn’t necessary since Lisa was wearing her boots indoors.

“Socks?” she said, “Really?” I laughed. It wasn’t so strange to be wearing socks!

She rolled up my trouser leg an inch and pulled at my sock, tugging it off my raised foot, and then performed the same routine with the other leg.

I remained standing and she unzipped my jeans and hooked her fingers into the waistband and pulled down. I had the second surprise in as many minutes as I realised she was taking my knickers with them.

“I…” I began to protest.

“Sssh,” she said, “We need to start from the ground up.”

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.

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One Button At A Time

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“Indeed, Tricia. We’d had this idea of serving in the nude but, until the appeal comes through, we can’t do that. But we don’t want anyone coming to a café called ‘Naked Women in Shorts’ and being disappointed, so we work dressed like this.”

On cue Cassandra grabs the bottom of her t-shirt and pulls it swiftly and smoothly over her head. She’s not wearing a bra underneath and I stare for a second at her perfect, small breasts. Her long hair falls over her bare shoulders and it occurs to me that if the café business ever fails she could easily turn to modelling. She’s almost impossibly thin and the denim shorts cover so little she’s as close to being naked as she can be, and still be legal. I’m suddenly insanely jealous of the combination of brains, beauty and youth.

I turn back to the camera.

“Well,” I say, “I’m sure you’re anxious to find out a lot more of how this very unique business runs. So, without further ado, I’m going to put on my uniform and join Cassandra for ‘A Working Day’ at the ‘Naked Women in Shorts Café’”

I try to look confident as I fumble at the top button of my blouse with my free hand. I pop it open, and then the second, before Jim takes the camera off of his shoulder and I stop. He only has eyes for Cassandra, of course.

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