It’s most definitely autumn, but I’m kind of liking the boots/skirt/top combo, because it’s not really cold yet. The only problem is I’m feeling so flirty with everyone and everything now that I’m worried I’ll get myself into trouble!
This evening I know the couple opposite were watching me and commenting on my nude wanderings around the flat, but I’m somewhere between “that’s fun” and “I don’t really care”. Although I’m not quite brave enough just to go to the window and wave to them yet.
Romee Strijd
Miss Ashdown watched as Jessica caressed the keys and the piano sang in response. She envied her for her passion and, perhaps a little, for her physique too as she moved up and down the scales. She noticed how Jessica moved her position on the stool to stimulate her body yet further, how she would lean into the piano as if she wanted to climb on top of it, and she could feel the essence of the young woman’s sexuality in every passage she played.
Finally, Jessica was finished and, again, she sat with her eyes closed and her fingers and her toes resting lightly on the keys and pedals. Miss Ashdown broke the spell with a gentle touch of Jessica’s forearm.
“That was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen,” she told her student.
Jessica opened her eyes and smiled dreamily. Oh, how she wished there really was her mystery man in the audience, ready to make love to and to bring her own performance to a crescendo.
Miss Ashdown smiled back at the girl and waited for her to recover. She watched her young, bare breasts rise and fall, with just the hint of a shudder from deep within. Finally Jessica spoke.
“Miss Ashdown?”
“Yes, Jessica?”
“Does this mean…” she said, looking down at her naked body, “Does this mean I have to take lessons like this from now on?”
Read the rest of Piano Lessons, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts
Jo was looking really nice today and she told me she was going to the theatre with a new man this evening. It seems that she’s been on a few dates and this one’s quite promising! I’m jealous of both of them as my love life seems to be going in no direction whatsoever. Or perhaps it’s going around in circles, but it’s definitely not going forwards.
I had regular Pilates tonight, which actually felt a bit easier having not done it on Monday this week as well. And I guess Mel’s intensive training has paid off a bit. But still: I had to do it clothed, which is nowhere near as good!
“I had to tell the story over and over again that night, the story of how I had lost my clothes, and what I had to do to get them back. Every single person asked ‘But did you really have to go through with it?’, but I’m a woman of my word.”
I was feeling a bit frustrated today so I put on a loose blouse and did my best to act flirty on the train to work. Some guy smiled at me, but it wasn’t the best result. And even Matthew in the office seemed too busy to respond. So now I’m even more frustrated!
On the plus side Ha invited me over for Friday night, just for a girl’s night in. I think it’ll just be the three of us (including Lily), which will be nice because it’s been a while since I really saw them.
Disappointment today as I was all set for Pilates at Mel’s tonight and then late in the day she texted me to say she had a client to meet and would have to postpone. I sloped off home and did a shorter work-out in my front room, but it definitely wasn’t the same!
“As soon as we began to kiss I knew she could feel I was wearing nothing beneath this dress, and if that wasn’t an invite to get rid of it then I don’t know what would be.”
She walked to the chapel and knelt in place for afternoon prayer. As she bent at the knees she paid special attention to keep her habit covering the backs of her heels lest the fabric of her sheer nylon stockings became exposed. Still, the prayer session passed without incident and, if anything, Sarah felt that consciousness of her predicament only enhanced her concentration. If it was possible to pray harder than usual, then she did so: for herself, for Sister Theresa and her error of judgement, and for the Reverend Mother, to ask for forgiveness for the way she had punished Theresa.
Following prayer Sarah set herself about her newly assigned role. She found the watering cans and diligently watered each of the flower beds and all of the pots. She saw Theresa walking around the courtyard, but, after what she had witnessed from her that morning, she felt too ashamed on Theresa’s behalf to approach her and ask about her full set of duties. Watering would be enough for today, and tomorrow she would find out what else her new job might entail. The plants weren’t going to die overnight.
As Sarah sat and ate dinner with the other nuns she felt a growing sense of confidence inside of her. Firstly, she now had a place in the convent, a purpose, even if it was the simplest of tasks. But secondly, she had a secret that none of them knew: that beneath her habit was a sexy, young woman in black lingerie and stockings; a woman who would be the object of desire of any man alive. The article had told her so. She smiled to herself.
Read the rest of the story in The Rules of the Convent
We had a lot of fun last night, and finally I managed to get Ellie to be a little bit naughty.
We met up for a drink and somehow I just straight away felt like talking about this kink we both seem to share. Actually, I wanted to know if she really did share it, and the best way to find out was to be as direct as possible and ask. I told her I didn’t even realise it was a thing with a name, but I always got a buzz from being naked or half-naked around clothed people. She said she did the same, and it wasn’t like she suddenly wanted to have sex with everyone, but it was a mixture of freedom and titillation.
The problem, of course, was that telling most other people this is really hard. We’re all so used to everyone being clothed that someone who doesn’t want to be is seen as a bit weird. Or there’s the problem of being nude around heterosexual guys who think you’re doing it because you want them to come on to you.
So we talked about that, and Ellie started asking me about how I managed to get to the point of being nude around Ha and Lily and some others. I had to think back, but actually a lot of it was down to Kieran dropping me in it, and Ha wanting to encourage me. So I guess I was lucky. Ellie said she wished she knew someone that would be open and encouraging, and I had to tell her that I was going to take it upon myself to be that person.
Things were getting a bit steamy by then and after another drink we went to a pizza place around the corner. We were both wearing short dresses and I felt bold enough to ask Ellie if she had anything else on (at all) underneath. She blushed and said she didn’t, and I said “good”, because neither did I, and as far as I was concerned that was the best way to be.
I jokingly asked what she thought might happen if we took our dresses off right now: either we’d be thrown out, or we’d get our dinner for free. She laughed and looked at the Italian guy who owned the place and said she didn’t think we’d be thrown out, but some of the other customers might be a bit too shocked. She was probably right: damn those other people.
Anyway, we just sat around and chatted, and were almost ready to pay and leave, and I looked around and the place was empty except for us and the owner. I said to Ellie: “Everyone else has gone, so maybe now we can find out if we’ll be thrown out or get a free meal.”
She knew what I meant and her face went red and she looked at the owner. He was cleaning glasses behind the bar with half an eye out for when we would ask for the bill so he could close up.
Ellie said: “Would you actually do it?” and I said, “I might, but I think you owe me a dare.”
Her eyes were as wide as saucers and I could see her mind racing. She said something about couldn’t I think of something easier, and I felt like she might actually do it. So I told her that, actually, it was too easy, and her dare was I’d ask him to take a photo of us together and at the last minute you’d pull your dress over your head.
She was in fits of giggles and before she could even think about it I called the guy over and asked him if he could take a photo. I gave him my phone and pulled my chair closer to Ellie’s and he was lining up the shot and I said to Ellie that if she didn’t go through with this then I’d think of something much harder.
It was like I’d pressed a button, as she leant forwards, grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head and suddenly was sitting naked in the wooden chair.
The Italian guy was staring, as you might expect, but he seemed to be taking it pretty well. He said something like “So this is how you want the photo?” and I nodded, and he lined it up and I moved a bit closer to Ellie.
He took one, and I told him one more, but standing up, because Ellie was sitting with her legs crossed which I thought was cheating. If she stood up she couldn’t hide, and I put my arm around her shoulder, and felt hers around my waist, and he took the photos.
I have to tell you: they look amazing. It was over so quickly and it was such a buzz. Then he said he was hoping we were going to leave soon, but given that this was the best treat he’d had for years he’d bring us a free drink.
Ellie was buzzing too, and she sat down on her chair and bundled her dress up in her hands but didn’t put it back on. I was starting to feel jealous, because not only was she the naked one, but she looked so good. She’s thinner than me, a bit shorter, but somehow still has boobs. I guess I should be jealous, but I was feeling good about enticing her out of her shell.
The owner brought over a couple of limoncellos and muttered something in Italian and went back to the kitchen, and then as I sat grinning at Ellie another older woman came out and said her husband had told her there was a naked woman in his restaurant and she had to see it for herself. She seemed to find it quite amusing, and reckoned she was likely to get some attention in the bedroom for the first time in ages judging by the colour in her husband’s cheeks!
It seemed a shame for Ellie to put the dress back on when we had to pay, and the owner said he hoped we’d be back. It might depend on whether Ellie could hide her embarrassment if she came in again.
It also seemed a shame that after that we went our separate ways, after a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek, but it seemed like we’d already had a perfect evening and pushing Ellie even more wouldn’t have made it better.
Anyway, after all that the rest of today has been taken up with chores. But I got a message from Ellie reminding me that I was due to do the next dare. I’m kind of dreading it already…
I made it to the park run this morning and saw Mel again. Now I’ve just decided to stop worrying about her intentions it was all pretty relaxed, apart from the running. I end up looking so haggard afterwards that I think there’s absolutely zero chance that she’s genuinely interested in me, so it must just have been sympathy that one time. Maybe I should act like I need more sympathy again, because no matter what it means it was fun.
I’m seeing her again on Monday, but at the moment my mind is focussed on thinking of something to get Ellie to do this evening! I feel like it’s a big opportunity and I can’t waste it.
Kara Bryn 