“I’d always backed out of showing my body in public, because there was always an option to change my mind. But the moment I decided to give my dress to a total stranger I knew there was no turning back.”
A Gift For A Stranger
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Naked Amongst Clothed Friends
âMy brother went through online dating,â Elaine said beside her, although Christina barely registered the words. She felt hands on the outside of her thighs, one on each side. She didnât know whose they were but she let out a long sigh as they slid up her skin.
âYeah,â Elaine continued, âThe problem was, he was just looking for blonde bimbos.â
The hands on Christinaâs hips hooked into the elastic of her knickers and pulled downwards. She felt the fabric sliding over her skin. She lifted her buttocks a little as they continued to pull. Slowly, the small piece of cotton slipped over her thighs, then down her calves. She felt hands around her ankles that lifted her feet off the ground as her last item of clothing was taken from her.
She took deep breaths, trying not to think that she was sitting naked. But the feeling of Judithâs and Elaineâs dresses on her skin was a constant reminder. A hand touched her shoulder and she let out a small gasp as if an electric shock had passed through her.
Karen and Annabel went back to leaning on Christinaâs thighs. It was a glorious sight, looking up at her naked body. Karen licked her lips as she stared at Christinaâs perfectly circular nipples.
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Backstage At An ENF Photo Shoot
StandardYou may have seen some of the still photos, but seeing the work that goes into them is something else. They’re amazingly composed and there are a lot of brave women around! And one brave (if a little too hairy) man as a bonus too for us girls too đ
The Perfect Pose
“Getting up early was worth it just so we could get the perfect photo.”
All For The Ratings
“I said if our ratings topped four million on the first show I’d present the next one naked. I have a feeling the ratings for this show will be even higher.”
Nothing But A Chain
âWell,â she said, and Tina handed her a shiny, silver chain, around three or four feet long, âWhen I said âsomething to wearâ, you may have misinterpreted me.â Her hands returned to my neck with the chain and I felt her fumbling. Then we she lowered her hands, the chain was still between her fingers, but I realised that the other end was attached to me. More specifically: it was attached to the collar around my neck. The long chain hung between us and Lisa stepped back, taking up some of the slack. I was still staring at her, my mouth open.
âSo, anyway,â she said, watching my reaction carefully, âSomething to wearâŚâ She tailed off, waving the chain back and forth, her fingers holding a thin leather loop at the other end. I felt its movement translated through a gentle tugging of my neck from one side to the other.
‘Something to wearâ was not the same as ‘an outfitâ. She had never said ‘an outfitâ. I felt suddenly angry at her that she had misled me, but I couldnât really pinpoint where.
âButâŚâ I started to say. But I canât stand around like this.
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A Strict Uniform
“Every day my uniform was being reduced, one item at a time. By the fourth day only my hat and shoes remained.”
Expertly Tied
“We were supposed to be experimenting, but I had the feeling that one of us had already had plenty of practice.”
Home From Work
“I’m often home first, and when I am I like to lay a little surprise. Sometimes you just can’t beat a quiet night in.”
Driving In Heels
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My first solo driving adventures hadnât been entirely naked, of course, and while I was learning I was dressed as only the most demure librarian would be, so anxious was I that my instructor might discern my secret yearning.
Once I was qualified, I started going out in an opaque bra, one that really could be a bikini top, and a skirt or shorts below. The air was pleasant on my skin but I missed the feeling of danger, even when I skipped the safety net of keeping a blouse on the passenger seat.
I then went to a two-piece bikini without a skirt, but that was almost everyday clothing around here. Although it had gained a few stares the first time I mis-planned my journey length and had to stop at a gas station to fill up. The coastal parts of California may see their fair share of leggy beach types, but theyâre less common this far from the sea. I think I made the day of a couple of truckers and one garage owner, and I wonder how many times they watched the surveillance video. I regretted that I hadnât taken along some heels to slip into rather than the flat sneakers I prefer to drive in, but then Iâm not doing this for everyone elseâs benefit, am I?
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