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Sripped Naked At The Bar

Naked woman in a public bar
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Louisa was feeling much less confident now. It was one thing being an exhibitionist by dancing around in a short dress, but another entirely to be sitting there naked. She’d never thought Tania would go through with this, not even right at the end when every button was undone. Even then, she thought Tania would back down and call an end to the joke. Her face started to redden and Trisha and Rebecca both started to feel bad for either not helping or for helping too much.

“Well,” Rebecca said, “Shall I get another drink in.” Trisha laughed, as much for a release as anything.

“I don’t know,” said Tania, “Isn’t it Louisa’s round?”

She received a hard stare in reply.

“Oh no,” Tania continued, “Louisa got the last one. Shame.” She looked down at Louisa’s bare legs. She wasn’t sure how mad Louisa really was now. She’d seemed to be going along with it for a while. Maybe she’d gone too far after all.

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

Naked Body Shots

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The next half an hour passed with giggling and more tequila shots. Brandy and Sherine felt relaxed, leaning back on the leather sofas with the boy band superstars, just casually naked. This evening was turning out alright after all.

Brandy, leaning back in her seat, stretched her hands above her head, pushing her chest out as she did. It felt wonderfully free, now that alcohol had removed her last inhibitions. She noticed Damian glance at her breasts as she arched her back and she smiled at Sherine. Maybe tonight would lead somewhere else, if they were lucky.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea. Have you ever heard of body shots?” Damian asked Brandy.

Brandy half shook her head as she thought. “You mean shots like photography?” she asked. She’d already had the paparazzi; did Damian want to take photos of her too? Maybe she’d agree to that, under the right circumstances.

“Uh-uh.” He shook his head and then glanced at Russ with eyes full of mischief. “So, Nicole, you…”

Brandy lifted a finger and stopped Damian mid-sentence. “Brandy,” she interrupted. She’d had enough of trying to remember her fake name and whether she was Nicole or Teri.

Read the rest of The Boy Band, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts