Naked, But No Heels

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by Ilya Golovin

I looked down at my feet and shoes. I did have nice feet, and the thin stilettos did set my legs off nicely.

“That’s why I stay barefoot as well,” Natasha continued, “Can you imagine what I’d look like in those heels? The boys would think I was begging for it.”

Natasha had a point. Somehow, she was just naked, or nude, or whatever she might want to call it, but it wasn’t like a stripper was nude. She was sexual, but not just sexual. It’s hard to explain, but somehow sexuality wasn’t what defined her nakedness.

“But you must get guys chatting you up all the time?” I asked her, and that brought another of those quizzical head tilts. I translated to American in my head and rephrased it. “Hitting on you,” I added.

“Oh, well, sometimes,” Natasha answered, “But most of them are too scared. I mean: where do you start? As long as boys don’t get into a pack-hunting frame of mind then I’m fine, and, as I said, people here are friends of friends. And besides,” she added, “I usually mention my boyfriend Martin over there.” A nod of her head indicated a towering figure with a stereotypical American football player build across the room. “And that puts them off the idea pretty quickly.” She giggled and it was obvious she quite enjoyed handling the reactions her nudity provoked.

“And he doesn’t mind, everyone seeing you?…” I asked her.

Natasha shook her head. “Not at all, or at least he says he doesn’t, and he knows he has to accept me as I am. And I was fully dressed when we first met too, so it’s not like this is a thing he’s into or anything weird like that.” I couldn’t help thinking it was something weird already, but I wasn’t sure that I should think that.

Read the rest of Dressed In Tattoos, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts

Exhibitionist Diary – Wednesday 27th November 2019

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My Pilates teacher told me I’d improved a lot late tonight! And that I seemed to have quite a bit of energy. I think it’s because I’m suddenly friskier than a cat on heat.

I spotted the guy opposite walking around in the nude again when I got home, so I stayed clothed. They don’t even bother closing the curtains now. I kind of wonder what they think me coming over there might have meant now.

I also got a message from Ellie and I’m meeting her after work on Friday for a quick drink.

Exhibitionist Diary – Tuesday 26th November 2019

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I had a dream last night that Mel worked at the office and her rules applied there as much as at her place. I was behind on a load of client work and Mel told Jo that I wasn’t allowed to masturbate until I caught up. While I was typing Jo stood behind me with her hands on my shoulders and then she ended up with them on my breasts and I felt like I was going to orgasm. That’s when I woke up.

It made my catch-up meeting with Jo today seem a bit odd, because it was all I could think about. And I swear I wouldn’t even want to masturbate yet if Mel hadn’t said anything.

Exhibitionist Diary – Monday 25th November 2019

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On the one hand things have changed about my session with Mel on Monday night, but on the other hand not so much.

I turned up at her flat sometime after six and she buzzed me in. It almost felt weird standing outside her door with my clothes on, now that our Pilates thing was over, but still she made me wait a minute. And then she opened the door, looked me up and down disapprovingly, and said: “Have you forgotten our rules?”

I tried to protest that I hadn’t realised she meant for that rule to continue, but from the way she stood in the doorway with her arms crossed across her chest that she had expected nothing to change.

So I had to hurriedly undress in her hallway. She took each item from me as I removed it, and she even made me take my shoes off before she let me inside. There was something very disarming about removing absolutely everything as she watched.

Once inside we went to a room I hadn’t visited before which was Mel’s office. It was fairly small with a computer desk and two chair, one at the desk and the other to one side which I took. It was comfortable and we ended up sitting opposite each other maybe a couple of feet apart.

Then the quizzing began in earnest. Mel asked me what I wanted from career (not sure), love (not sure. Maybe meet someone?), general happiness (aren’t they the same?) and wouldn’t let up without getting some kind of answer out of me, or if I was vague another question followed. And over time I was just answering every question she asked no matter how personal. All the while Mel was jotting it down in a notepad.

It was quite an experience because some of those things I haven’t thought about anywhere near enough (obviously). It lasted maybe an hour, all the while with me sitting there meekly in the nude as it felt like there wasn’t a single part of my body or soul that Mel couldn’t examine in as much detail as she liked.

Then as an hour passed she said she had plenty to think about and we would put together an action plan, but that was it for this week.

I asked her about her accounts, which was my part of the bargain, and she said I would be doing those next week.

When Mel stood I did too, she moved towards the door and before I knew it I was back in the hallway with coat, skirt and blouse over my arm and shoes in my other hand. I dressed as hurriedly as I could and came home.

It’s weird, because this week she didn’t lay a single hand on my body, but I feel like she’s touched me on a much deeper level. And that’s what I meant when I meant things have changed, but not in the way I thought they would.

Oh, but apparently no masturbating allowed this week. That’s one rule I really wish Mel had omitted.

A Stolen Bikini Top

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©Ruslan Lobanov

I began walking towards the open door, concentrating on not spilling the two cups of iced tea. And I blame the fact I was concentrating for not noticing that Sue had a firm hold of one tie of my bikini top. As I walked away from her the bow popped open and, just as I felt it loosen, the bikini fell from around me.

My shoulders tensed and I tried to squeeze my arms over my chest, but I couldn’t do that and carry the teas at the same time. I strategically positioned the two glasses and turned around to face Sue. I noticed Jim quickly point his camera in my direction.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked her, my cheeks glowing from a combination of anger and embarrassment.

Sue pulled the bikini top towards her and bundled it up in one hand.

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

Exhibitionist Diary – Sunday 24th November 2019

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I had to have the heating turned up to get the through the day in the nude, but I really felt like spending it free and alone. The one strange thing is that it’s a bit weird knowing the couple opposite can see me now that I’ve met them. Somehow it was easier when they were complete strangers.

Ellie messaged me again and we might meet up mid-week for a chat. She probably senses that now she has a man in her life that things are a bit different between us. I hope she doesn’t work out the real reason, though, because that would be way more embarrassing than all the nude things I’ve done.

Exhibitionist Diary – Saturday 23rd November 2019

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I hadn’t run for two weeks before this morning and it showed. Bleurgh. Mel said it was good to see me here and she hoped I was looking forward to Monday because she was. And I actually am too, even though I don’t know what’s going to happen.

And now I also feel better about the world (for no reason) I didn’t know what to do with myself for the day. So I ended up stripping down to stockings (and nothing else), putting on a coat and shoes and going for a walk. It was a touch on the cold side so I sat in a coffee, just itching to tell one of the nice waiters that I really wasn’t wearing much at all.

Anyway, I made it home, and wondered if Mel’s masturbation ban was still on. Given that we weren’t doing Pilates I figured not, and in stockings and heels and my feet hitched up in the air on the arms of a chair I had quite the nicest orgasm all by myself.