“I’d been leaving the bathroom door open when I had a shower for months now, and finally my flatmate got the message.”
Leaving The Door Open
CFNF
A Very Grown-up Party
I looked down at jeans and a t-shirt, and then at Lisa. She was wearing a short, clingy PVC dress with a shoulder cut-out and ankle-high black boots. She had short red hair and, despite us being the same age, I think anyone would have guessed that she was at least five years older than I was. She really looked the part; I did not. But the whole reason I’d turned up at her apartment early was so she could help me work out what to wear. She said she had the perfect outfit in mind.
“Here,” she said, and she turned to kneel on the sofa and grasped the hem of my faded t-shirt. Compliantly, I lifted my arms and she pulled it over my head.
I wasn’t expecting her to reach around my back and unfasten my bra, but before I had time to register what was happening that was exactly what she did. She pulled it off my arms and I resisted the temptation to cross my hands over my chest. I couldn’t remember the last time anyone had seen my breasts; certainly not since I’d been wearing a bra.
“Stand up.” I did as I was told. She began to unfasten my belt and then looked down at my feet. I’d kicked my trainers off when I’d come into her house, out of habit, although I guess it wasn’t necessary since Lisa was wearing her boots indoors.
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First Impressions
“My friends knew she was a nudist before they met her, way before we started seeing each other, so by the time I introduced them there was nothing to hide.”
Only A Glass To Hide Behind
Standard
“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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Announcing Our Engagement
“We wanted to demonstrate our commitment in the most public way possible. Or more precisely: my commitment, my devotion, and my obedience.”
Away On Business
“Business trips had become a lot more interesting lately.”
Naked With Mia
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.
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