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Just One More Topless Woman

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“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.

I picked up the two glasses and walked, as if in a dream, towards the door of the café. Heads lifted as I passed and I felt them staring at me, but the attention was remarkably short-lived. Most of the people here were regulars who could look at the bare breasts of Cassandra and Sue any time they liked, so one more topless woman wasn’t going to shock them.

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Tugging At A Bow

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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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Nobody Will Know

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She looked at her clothes, or what was left of them. The knickers, bra, and coat sat piled on the stool. Back to beige it was, then, and back to being unsexy “nice” Susan. But perhaps she could wear her new bra and lace shorts for the rest of the day? That would feel so good, wearing that and nothing else beneath her long coat. That really would feel good. Maybe she could put them on now.

But no, she decided she would save them all for tomorrow night. Something this special should be saved and savoured, and, besides, it’s not like anyone else would see them anyway.

Oh dear, Susan thought to herself, bad Susan. No Susan. And then she started chuckling. Because if no-one could see them… why wear them at all?

“Are you having fun in there? Dare I ask?…” Marian’s voice came from outside.

“Just buttoning up!” Susan lied, standing still naked. Quickly, before she could change her mind, she picked up her old knickers and bra and shoved them into the flip-top bin in the corner of the changing room. She looked herself in the eye in the mirror. “You’re really doing this,” she whispered, and picked up the coat, put her arms in the sleeves, and carefully buttoned up all but the top two and the bottom two buttons. With the belt tied it was secure, and she looked down at her old shoes. Not long for you now, she thought as she slipped them on, wishing she could take Marian’s stilettoes instead.

Susan examined herself briefly in the mirror. Nothing appeared different from the way she had looked when she came in. She could just as well be wearing underwear, a low-cut top and a short skirt… She could be, but she wasn’t.

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Experience What You Write

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“Take me, for example,” she said, “How do you think I can judge what is good to publish?” She smiled at me, not expecting an answer. “Do you think I do it by locking myself in my office and having boring sex?”

I blushed at the idea. I wasn’t used to talking so frankly, which, frankly, didn’t bode well for my writing.

Elisa leaned forwards and looked me in the eyes. “Do I look like I have boring sex?”

My mouth opened to make a noise but nothing came out, but she certainly didn’t look like a woman who had boring sex. Her semi-open blouse, delicate jewellery and a figure-hugging skirt with a split high up a stockinged thigh told me that her sex was anything but boring. I suddenly felt very plain and dowdy in my buttoned cotton dress with its flowery pattern.

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They Take My Clothes Away, I Take Their Breath Away

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Lisa’s arm fell to her side and she nearly dropped her champagne glass before Georgia caught it for her and placed it on the table. Then she was distracted by Lisa’s beautiful, erect, pink nipples. She glanced at Nhu and saw that her own partner was similarly transfixed.

“It is your birthday, after all,” Judy said, and she slipped her fingers into the thin elastic at the sides of Lisa’s panties and pushed down her hips. This was the true test of how far Lisa was willing to go, as she wouldn’t be able to get them off unless she lifted herself out of the chair.

Lisa later blamed the kiss on her neck, and the champagne, but she obligingly lifted her buttocks from the seat. Judy took her opportunity and slid her hands down Lisa’s thighs, carrying the small panties with her as she did. She bent beside Lisa and pulled them down her calves. Lisa lifted her feet a little as they passed over them, and Judy tossed the tiny item of clothing towards the bra.

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Joining The Topless Team

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Cassandra finished serving a customer and then gestured for me to come behind the counter.

“Tricia,” she said, “This is Sue.”

I turned towards Cassandra’s business partner. Like Cassandra, she must be only nineteen or twenty years old and I think her parents may have been Vietnamese. Also like Cassandra, she was as thin as a rake, and dressed only in torn denim shorts and heeled sandals. She, too, had small and absolutely perfectly pert, small breasts. She held out a delicate hand for me to shake.

“Pleased to meet you, Tricia,” she said confidently. I presume you get used to working topless after a while.

“Sue, can you cover the till while I show Tricia how things work?” Cassandra said. Sue nodded and smiled a welcomingly at me.

“It’s a shame about the bikini top,” Cassandra continued, glancing at my chest. “Are you sure we can’t tempt you? It’s very liberating.”

I shook my head: there was no way that was going to happen. The post-production crew were going to have their work cut out censoring all the nipples on show, and I didn’t want them seeing my breasts, let alone everyone in the café. I also had a feeling that the raw footage might find its way out of the editing room somehow, especially if I was baring all as well.

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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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