“I’d never been seduced by a man before, let alone another woman. I mean, I thought I’d been seduced, but not like this. She just looked me in the eye and began to undress, slowly and deliberately. There was no chance I could irresistible.”
She sounded as if she was disappointed that it wasn’t her sitting here naked. I guess I was the one getting the attention from the waiter.
“Well, if you feel like joining me…” I said. And it might make me feel better if she did.
Elisa laughed. “No, there’s only a place for one naked woman in this restaurant.” I laughed. “Come. You’ve finished your limencello. Let’s go.”
Elisa took some notes from a large bunch of euros in her wallet and left them with the bill. “My car is outside.”
With that, she stood up. I realised that I still had the hardest part of the deal to come and I was about to give up the cover of the table. I could still hear a couple of voices across the other side of the restaurant. I was hoping we’d be alone by the time I had to leave. My heart beat harder in my chest.
Elisa picked up on my nervousness. “Come. Once you start it will be fine,” she told me as she picked up her bag and started walking towards the exit.
I stood quickly, not wanting to be abandoned. The chair squeaked loudly on the tiled floor and four pairs of eyes at a table across the room turned in my direction. I stepped away from the table and heard the intake of breath and muttering as I came into their eye line. I could feel the attention of the two young men and women as I forced my legs to propel me forwards.
I tried to imagine I was on a catwalk as I made my way towards the door, and by focusing on where I put my feet I was able to partially shut out the feeling of exposure. The waiter was behind the bar, his eyes unable to take in as much of my body as he wanted in one glance. As I passed I thanked him in Italian but I heard no reply. I looked forward and saw Elisa holding the door for me.
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Well… lunch wasn’t quite what I’d planned for, as Jo had invited all the women from the office. I felt silly for thinking it was just going to be me, and especially for dressing up for it. Jo paid for us all. She’s really nice and I can’t work out if I have a real crush on her or am just competing for attention with all the other girls, because everyone likes her.
We were in such a good mood in the afternoon I don’t think the men knew what to make of it. I told Matthew we were going to the pub afterwards and he had to come. He seemed quite stunned but agreed!
I was doing my best to flirt with him when his fiancée arrived. She was disappointingly lovely and I could see why he wouldn’t even give me a second thought in comparison. How depressing.
I went and told Matthew about my new running regime today and, in a stroke of genius, I pulled my skirt up and showed him exactly where on my thighs it ached, each one in turn, just an inch above where my thigh socks ended. Another few inches and he’d have seen everything… I was so turned on I was tempted to go into the bathroom and masturbate afterwards. Matthew’s now seen more of my thighs than any man for a good few years.
A meeting with Brian (my boss) soon cooled me down again, but then I bumped into Jo later that afternoon and she suggested going out for lunch tomorrow. I said I’d love to. Now I have to work out what to wear.
Photo by: Sacha Leyendecker (sacha-leyendecker)
I must have been looking away from Mia for no more than two or three seconds but by the time I turned back the fur coat was gone and I was suddenly in the presence of Mia the performance artist. Or, more precisely, Mia the naked performance artist.
I wasn’t sure what the etiquette was, so I said nothing. I was incapable of saying anything as she sat there, seemingly oblivious to her nudity, not even paying attention to how I reacted.
I had seen plenty of photos and videos during my research for this interview but, in the flesh, it was obvious what a truly beautiful woman Mia was. Her skin was a delightful soft cream colour and appeared flawless, although I was trying hard not to stare. There was barely an inch of fat on her and, as she sat with her legs crossed, I wondered if I was just imagining the whole thing.
I looked around the café. It was obvious from some other reactions that I wasn’t dreaming, but although there were glances in her direction, and comments between groups at tables, it wasn’t quite the seismic reaction that I would have expected.
The waiter arrived and I watched his eyes lock onto Mia’s breasts for a second before he gained enough self-control to address her face.
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I told Ha that I’d started running, and that my legs hurt and it was her fault. She said when I was ready we could go out running together and she’d soon whip me into shape. She’s an odd one, that girl.
I have concluded that Pilates will never get any easier.
I started at a client’s office today, going in half a day each week and doing their accounts. They were an internet start-up, made up of five men under forty, and each of them gave me a look up and down as I said “hello”.
I decided to make the most of it by undoing another button of my blouse. I mean, they don’t know me, and I’ll not see them outside of this office, so why not? And it was amazing how helpful they were when I asked them any question whatsoever.
I was so pleased with myself I went running after work even though my legs still ached from Sunday.
“Good idea,” Nhu shrugged, and then stood, taking her champagne glass with her. She went and sat at one end of their sofa. Georgia followed her and sat at the other. They looked back at the dining area, for the first time seeing the full length of Lisa’s beautiful, naked body with little white socks on each foot. They smiled at each other: this was going to do wonders for their sex life tonight too.
Lisa felt suddenly nervous at the idea of leaving the cover of the table, but from where the two girls sat she wasn’t covered anyway. She stood and picked up her glass. Georgia and Nhu tried not to stare as she walked towards them, but they were unable to control themselves.
Lisa stood in front of them with her champagne glass in her hand, suddenly feeling very nervous again. She didn’t want to sit on the foot stool opposite the couch, and she didn’t want to remain standing on display, although there was some pleasure to be had in seeing the lust in their eyes.
“Here,” Georgia said, shuffling up a couple of inches and patting the spot on the sofa between her and Nhu.
Lisa didn’t see how she could back out of the offer, so she stepped over and twisted herself around to back onto the sofa. She put her champagne glass on the floor and slid back into the seat.
Automatically, she put her feet up on the padded footstool opposite. Georgia and Nhu smiled at each other as they looked down at her slim, shapely legs and the short socks that she still wore on each foot.
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Operation flirt was planned to start today, but my legs were a bit stiff from the running. Still, donning ankle boots and long socks, and a skirt that only just came over my knee, and with a nice clingy top with a bit of a plunging neckline to complete the picture, I set off to work. Not that anyone on the tube would know any of this as I wore my winter coat.
Anyway, I made up a random reason to go and see Matthew this morning, and as I perched on the edge of his desk I managed to push my skirt up a little, just enough to show a bit of thigh. I saw him look down, and then away, and it was such a thrill. Now I just need to find someone single, that I like, that might like me etc etc because with no knickers on I am literally read to go at a moment’s notice lol!
Running is really hard work! And not at all sexy! I need more sports bras.
I was only following an NHS podcast and there’s hardly any running involved, with lots of walking in between, but my legs ache now. I was out early(ish) for Sunday and there were other runners about (and they were actually running), and when I got back I had a shower and then ended up collapsing on the sofa and just lay there, naked and tired and watching a Sunday morning cooking programme.
I hadn’t pulled the curtains so when I finally got around to moving I peered out of the window and saw my neighbours opposite. I had to crawl out of the front room so they couldn’t see me! Which is silly, since it’s my own flat: why can’t I be naked in it if I want?
Anyway, I made a decision today: now I knew Matthew was unavailable, I would flirt with him as freely as if he were my best and gayest friend who would never in a million years be interested. It would be good practice.
Kara Bryn 