Ellie replied saying dinner sounded great but maybe it should stay my turn again, which to be honest I don’t mind one bit. But I’m sure she’s curious.
Now I’m talking to Kieran again I’ve had a few messages from him, telling me that he’s missing me loads, and that he won’t be able to keep his hands off me once he sees me. Maybe I should make him wait more often if that’s how it works.
“It was only a disagreement about which cafe to head to, but you pulled so hard it destroyed every button on my dress. I’ll get you for this.”
I had more messages from Kieran. I am kind of missing him, and I think I’ve let him stew long enough, so I said I’d see him after work on Friday. Might as well keep him waiting a few more days.
I sent a little tease message to Ellie on Facebook Messenger today, telling her that we were planning the next dinner and reminding her that it was “her turn”. She’d know what I meant! No reply yet.
Last night was kind of crazy but also kind of calm and nice all at the same time.
I left home in just my boots and raincoat, like I said. It wasn’t raining but it was pretty breezy. Then before I got to the train I had a text from Ellie to say she was on her way and we could meet at the station. I didn’t realise she lived so close, but I was outside for five minutes before she got off a bus. It made my heart flutter a bit when I saw her, which I think had a lot to do with how little I was wearing at the time. The breeze had free reign, shall we say.
Ellie was wearing long flowery dress with a jacket. She looked really nice and elegant and I envy her for her figure.
We got on the train and I wasn’t going to dare to sit down because the jacket bottom opens at the front, but then Ellie sat down and I felt I had to sit next to her. So I kept my hands on my thighs to make sure my coat stayed in place.
It was funny, because nothing was said about what might happen when we got there, and I’m sure Ellie suspected I wasn’t wearing much at all but she didn’t say anything.
So we arrived together at Ha’s, and I was kind of used to this now so as soon as I was in the front door I took my coat off, and Ellie’s eyes were out of her head as I stood in the hallway in nothing but my ankle boots. I said something like “Well, what did you expect?” and she smiled.
I then had to take my shoes off in a rather ungainly fashion, because I didn’t want to be wearing just those. Ellie asked Ha if she had to take her shoes off and Ha said she could take off anything she wanted, which made her blush, but she didn’t have to. Ellie left her shoes on, which made me feel even more naked.
So then we sat around and chatted over a glass of wine, with me naked, and Ellie in her long flowery dress, and Ha and Lily both wearing tight dresses that showed just how thin they were. Boy was I horny by the time dinner came around.
But I managed to concentrate on eating, because Ha is a really good cook, and once I’ve been naked for a while, and sitting at a dining table, I kind of get used to it. Until I feel bits of food bounce off my chest, of course. Crumbs in the cleavage is just something that I never thought would be a problem with nudity, but it is.
Then we went and sat around and talked some more. I was next to Ellie on the sofa, and even if I wasn’t looking at her I could feel her next to me, even if we never touched. It was her who started asking about how it ended up with me sitting here with nothing on, and it turned out she had an awful lot of questions. And then Ha said at some point, “You know, the easiest way to get an answer to all these questions is just to try it yourself.” I felt kind of jealous that maybe Ha fancied Ellie! I know it’s silly but I like that she kind of likes me.
Ellie turned red, but also seemed to be thinking about it, before saying that she didn’t think she could. So then we started the hard sell, because I’m kind of curious to be on the other side of things too now. I can’t imagine it’s as much fun being around someone who’s naked, but you never know.
We didn’t get a conclusive answer but just to keep us quiet Ellie promised that she’d consider it.
“When you said you’d let me wear one item of clothing I was expecting a little more.”
“Thank you, Tricia.” She paused for a second. “Well, as you can see,” she indicated the café behind us with a tilt of her head, “We run a small café, mostly serving hot and cold drinks, pastries and such. As you can imagine, it’s quite a competitive industry, and we had to have some way of standing out from the crowd. Now, it’s a truism in business that “sex sells” so, we thought, as we’re two young women putting everything on the line, we went with the idea of the ‘Naked Women Cafe’.“
“But there was a problem from day one, I believe?”
“Yes indeed, Tricia. Apparently the governors interpretation of state laws meant that we couldn’t actually run around naked all day.”
Cassandra pauses and I laugh obligingly. “Of course not,” I prompt.
“And so we don’t get anyone complaining about being misled, we had to change the name to ‘Naked Women in Shorts Café’. It’s not quite as catchy, but it works.”
“I understand that you’re appealing the governor’s decision at the moment, but, for now, the title seems to be enough to pull people in anyway.”
“It does, yes,” Cassandra replied, “Sue and I always dress in pretty much the same way.” She looked down at herself and I hoped Jim had enough of her in shot to capture her pair of very short and very torn denim shorts, heeled sandals, and a baggy white t-shirt. It’s not often you see such a gorgeous pair of legs on a business program.
“But that’s not the whole story, is it?” I prompted Cassandra. “There’s one more piece to the puzzle of how you’ve managed to pull in customers from miles around?”
Cassandra smiled again. We had pre-planned how the conversation would flow, but Cassandra was great at improvising the words.
“Indeed, Tricia. We’d had this idea of serving in the nude but, until the appeal comes through, we can’t do that. But we don’t want anyone coming to a café called ‘Naked Women in Shorts’ and being disappointed, so we work dressed like this.”
On cue Cassandra grabs the bottom of her t-shirt and pulls it swiftly and smoothly over her head. She’s not wearing a bra underneath and I stare for a second at her perfect, small breasts. Her long hair falls over her bare shoulders and it occurs to me that if the café business ever fails she could easily turn to modelling. She’s almost impossibly thin and the denim shorts cover so little she’s as close to being naked as she can be, and still be legal. I’m suddenly insanely jealous of the combination of brains, beauty and youth.
Read the rest, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts
It’s the big night! I’m really excited and really nervous too. It’s silly, because all three of them have seen me naked now, but the fact that it’ll be in someone else’s place with someone I don’t really know but kind of like makes me feel quite strange. I hope Ellie doesn’t find it too weird.
The weather’s still a bit blustery so I’ve got ankle boots to wear there, but it does mean I can wear a coat with nothing underneath, which is one of my favourite things right now. I’ve missed it since it got all warm over summer, so it seems that bad weather does have its upsides!
On the way out of the office this evening Jo asked me if I had plans for the weekend, and then I went kind of red when I told her I was having dinner at Ha and Lily’s with a friend. At least she’d never work out why she was blushing.
I spent the evening at home reading a book in the nude with a glass of wine in my hand. It was nice.
“It was our fourth date, if that’s what you call them, and I couldn’t tell if you were bad at picking up signals or just weren’t interested in me. I would get an answer to that one way or another.”
The PR company really isn’t the same without Ellie, so it just ends up being pretty focussed work. Also, there was quite a storm coming in this afternoon and it felt very much like summer was over, which can’t be true in August. But it meant I could wear boots and a skirt, which makes me feel kind of sexy.
Kieran’s been texting me some more and I’ve told him I’ve got other plans for this weekend. Maybe I’ll get things going with him next week again, if I feel like it.
Kara Bryn 