Hypnotised

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“They say stage hypnotists can’t make you do anything that you didn’t already want to do, but if you’d asked me if I wanted to be paraded around, naked, in front of a crowded auditorium I’d have said ‘no’. I guess I was wrong.”

No Password Required – Free ENF Stories!

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I know, I know… I haven’t written anything for a long time. There has been a pandemic on, you know?

It’s actually not true that I haven’t written anything, but I certainly haven’t published anything. You’ve got me there.

I’ve also been rather lax about sending out passwords to my exclusive stories, so instead of catching up with the backlog I’ve removed the password field entirely.

Yup – now you can read everything on this site without having to type in that pesky password. That’s nearly 20 bits of writing you can now get at without doing anything more than clicking the link.

So it’s not quite the same as a beautiful naked lady on your desk, but if reading my words on your screen do anything for you then I hope it tides you over until that beautiful naked lady does arrive. Or at least until I get around to finishing one of my works-in-progress, whichever arrives first.

Next, A Touch

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Georgia twisted herself around to face Lisa. Lisa sighed as Georgia’s skirt rubbed against her bare thigh.

“So, this dream,” Georgia started. Lis turned coy again. “You were naked.”

“I was wearing socks,” Lisa corrected. Georgia looked down at Lisa’s feet and smiled.

“And that was enough to make you cum?” Lisa blushed.

“No,” she said, and squirmed a little in the seat, “We were sitting in a bar.”

Nhu looked over at Georgia: this was one hot story, and she’d never have imagined she’d be hearing it from Lisa.

“And, for some reason, I was holding hands with you two,” Lisa continued.

Georgia took Lisa’s right hand in her left. “Like this?” she said, with a smile. Nhu held Lisa’s left hand. Even to her delicate touch it felt soft and tender.

“Yes…” Lisa said nervously. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It was just like in her dream, with her hands being held on either side of her.

“Then what?” Nhu prompted. She had to hear the rest of this.

Lisa trembled. “You said,” she paused, “You said to Judy: ‘Does she like having her breasts touched’.”

Nhu grinned and turned to Judy. “Well, does she?” she asked her.

Judy nodded. “Very much so.”

Nhu reached her left hand over her and placed it on Lisa’s bare breast. The nipple pressed into her palm. Lisa gasped and panted a few times. Georgia’s hand pressed onto her other breast. It was wonderfully soft and cool.

Read the rest of Birthday Dinner, and 11 other ENF stories, in Just ENF

Baring All At Work

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As I said before, I’m up for anything, but I was surprised that everyone else was too. Anyone who really objected could take the week off and, to break us in gently, the first day was just going to be down to underwear.

Now, there was a fairly new cute guy in the office, Kieran, who I’d been making eyes at for a while, but he was so shy that he just blushed. All the secretaries flirted with him, but I think I was the only junior partner who did as well. I suppose I was the only female partner anywhere near his age, but he didn’t seem to know how to react to the attention from a senior. I was having quite a lot of fun with him.

So I had an easy challenge for day one of filming: to see if I could make his boxer shorts bulge. Because I knew that, shy boy that he was, he would be wearing the biggest piece of underwear he could find. Actually, why hadn’t he just ducked out of the whole thing? I would have put money on him skipping the week, but there you go.

Monday came around and I went all-out: white lace bra, knickers, stockings and suspenders, some fantastic delicate white heels, and then a simple skirt and blouse over the top for the journey into work. I arrived at the office and was disappointed to see the receptionist was fully dressed. A young woman holding a clipboard came over to meet me.

“You must be Jennifer,” she said.

I raised an eyebrow. How did she know my name?

She smiled. “We’ve been reviewing the other program you were in. I recognised you from that.”

I smiled back: so she knew who she was dealing with.

“How come the receptionists are all dressed up?” I asked her.

“Oh, that’s how we always do things,” she said, “We can’t have people wandering in from outside and being met by girls in their underwear.” She giggled. I couldn’t see why we couldn’t have that, but that was me. “And then when you get into the office we lock the door behind you. Just in case someone tries to wander in.” I shrugged; it made no difference to me either way. She continued to explain the setup.

“We have a few screens around here for you to undress, and I’ll keep your outer clothes until the end of the day.” She showed me around the corner to couple of temporary screens in the corner of the room. “Put your things in here,” she told me and handed over a cardboard box with my name on the top.

I went behind the screen, took off my skirt and my blouse and put them in the box. Holding the box in my hands I stepped out. I saw her eyes go wide as she looked my stockings and lace underwear up and down. There are no two ways about it: I looked absolutely stunning.

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