“The route I chose was almost always deserted. It was the ‘almost’ part that made it so much fun.”
Naked Rambling
Just A Normal Day At The Office
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Wearing nothing but a confident smile and the same white stilettos as the previous day, I stepped out from the screen holding my box of clothes. The researcher grinned. I felt more naked than I’d ever felt before as I handed everything over.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “Everyone’s nervous, and you look amazing.” I already knew that, but it was kind of her to try to reassure me.
The assistant pushed the door open for me and I walked through. It closed gently behind me and I heard the lock click.
Taking a deep breath, sucking my stomach in and pushing my chest out I took the last couple of steps into the main room of the office. My head was spinning and then, as I looked around, I thought I must be hallucinating or dreaming: why was everyone else fully dressed?
I’ve had this dream a hundred times before and I wondered if I was about to wake up. Heads began to turn towards me and I felt their eyes on my naked body. I froze and was about to turn and run for the door, but I remembered I’d just heard it lock behind me.
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Naked Flatmate
“It was bad enough that my flatmate sat around naked all the time, but did she have to call her boyfriend at the same time? I felt so jealous when she described the things she’d do to him later. My girlfriend would kill me if she saw this.”
Getting My Mistress Ready
“She must have known the effect this had on me, to undress her and then bind her ready for her master. I was awash with a desire that I feared I may never be able to show.”
Not Enough Naked Men On Billboards
“It was my company, so why shouldn’t I get what I wanted for the billboard ad? I’d never enjoyed a photo shoot so much in my life.”
Lead Him On, Then Lead Him Out
“I don’t know how he thought this was going to end, but I doubt he was expecting to be paraded through the street as an example to any man who thought they could take advantage of me.”
Am I Enjoying This?
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I put head in my hands: what was I doing here? Just because I wanted to spend some time with Mrs Cooper, I was going to sit naked in front of a room full of… who knows who?
I undressed slowly and, thankfully, the biggest worry that had been on my mind – that of walking out from behind the screen with an enormous erection – was the furthest thing from happening. In fact, I was now worried that they might be somewhat… disappointed. It wasn’t cold in the room, but fear had forced my manhood to beat a hasty retreat. I gave it a little tug and a wiggle with my fingers to try and breathe a little bit of life into it and it made a little difference. At least I looked like I’d passed puberty now.
With a lead weight in the pit of my stomach I stepped slowly out from behind the screen and, unable to focus on anything else in the room, I circled the chair and sat awkwardly on it. Only now did I try to glance around. Were there any men here? I couldn’t see any… So that was the second hurdle cleared: no erection, and no men. I took a deep breath.
So far, it wasn’t so bad. Sure, I was naked, but everyone seemed pretty okay with it. I guess it’s a life drawing class after all, and this was pretty much what they were expecting. It wasn’t like I’d suddenly walked nude onto the bus.
I put that thought out of my head as I felt the twitch in my groin that it prompted. Think about the old ladies… think about the old ladies… That worked. I looked for Mrs Cooper in the front row and she was smiling again. And unlike most of the time that I was naked at her home, her smile was one of pure warmth. There was no trace of the knowing amusement that usually played on her lips. It occurred to me that this was the first time she had seen me naked without an erection, which seemed something of an odd situation in itself. That wasn’t counting whatever had happened when I was too young to remember, of course.
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Ready To Play
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“Hmmm,” Miss Ashdown said, “So how do we tap this…. well of sexuality… I suppose it worked for me, so… Lift your arms up above your head for me again, draw a deep breath and close your eyes.” Jessica did so and felt one of Miss Ashdown’s hands rest lightly on her stomach and the other on the small of her back. “Now breathe gently and deeply and try to imagine you’re standing on the stage, ready to practice for a big concert tonight. You just want to loosen up and get used to the surroundings before you play in front of an audience.” Her voice dropped to a whisper again. “And since the place is deserted you’ve snuck onto the stage in your underwear.”
Jessica stood, her arms above her, her eyes closed, and barely restrained a giggle. Miss Ashdown felt her stomach move in and out with her breathing, and then continued her story.
“But there’s one thing that you notice, that you’re not supposed to notice. There’s someone sitting in the back row, in the dark, and he’s someone you’ve been trying to attract the attention of for quite some time.” Jessica blushed again. “He was walking through and he saw a beautiful young woman walk onto the stage in her underwear and start to stretch, and he just had to stay and watch, very quietly.”
Jessica’s breathing continued but Miss Ashdown felt a tremble in her stomach. “You can’t let him know that you’ve seen him in the shadows; that would ruin everything. So you decide to make the most of the opportunity that’s fallen into your lap. You decide that you’re going to give him the most passionate performance of your life and you know that, after this, he’ll be at the show tonight, and he’ll come and find you afterwards, and you’ll know that, if you want him, you can have him.”
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It Started With A Calendar
“We started with the idea of a saucy calendar, but somehow we just kept on working.”
An Injection Of Lust
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And then Malcolm’s hand moved back up her side up to her shoulder It pushed down her arm, sliding the crop top with it. Alison felt the air on her chest, and the thrill of being exposed, even in this private booth. She shuddered. Malcolm’s hand continued pushing at the material and she lifted her hand obligingly as he pushed the sleeve off. Then, with his other hand, he pulled at the other sleeve, tugging it downwards, all the time teasing at her lips with his tongue. He felt her tremble in the seat and he broke off the kiss, pulling at the sleeve of the crop top as he sat back. Alison felt it slide over her hand and Malcolm crumped it up beside him, out of her reach.
She tried breath steadily, slowly, but she could see her bare chest shuddering. She longed for something to cover herself, but she longed to be touched too. She jumped as Malcom replaced his hand on her thigh. He took another sip of his drink.
“Do you think…” Alison was surprised she managed to even start a sentence, “Do you think you’ve got many more business trips lined up? Maybe I could recommend some stories for you.”
Malcolm smiled. “Next month, I think,” he said. And then, as if absent minded, he slid his hand along the top of Alison’s thigh and over her waist. The fold of fabric fell to one side. He stroked the other thigh, pushing the last piece of her skirt away as his hand moved. She trembled again, willing him to move his hand between her legs, although she might explode even without that touch.
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Kara Bryn 