“It was okay that I’d promised to stay nude for my girlfriend’s birthday, but it wasn’t okay that I’d forgotten my other promise to take her to Paris. But at least it was a day she’d never forget.”
Naked Coach Trip
CFNF
Dealing With My Nudity
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By the time lunch came Sarah felt that she was dealing well with her enforced nudity. No longer was she even pretending to be confident: she actually felt that she could deal with her punishment, especially as it was only for the next one or two days. Everyone in the convent had seen her nude, and now most of the town had too, and she had survived. She would have to think of how to deal with the Reverend Mother in future, but that was a problem that she would have plenty of time to work on.
When Jessica and Sarah worked to reorganise the pantry that afternoon all trace of a frisson between them was gone, and Sarah was grateful when Jessica sat near her at dinner time and even spoke to her once or twice. Others looked on disapprovingly and she knew that Jessica was doing as much as she dared. The warmth and gratitude she felt almost overcame her lingering embarrassment.
Prayer sessions were as solitary experiences as they had been the day before, but that was fine by Sarah: it gave her time to think, to repent, and to pray for forgiveness for the Reverend Mother. The Reverend Mother must, she thought, have been treated very badly when she was only a nun to harbour such resentment. It was a shame for her and a shame for those beneath her.
Finally, the day ended, and Sarah spent some time washing her stockings for the next day. They were thick with dust collected from town, but miraculously free of ladders. Maybe one is more careful with one’s body when naked? Sarah giggled to herself.
Read the rest of the story in The Rules of the Convent
Walk Like A Model
“It was unconventional, but I had to train my models to be dignified and elegant in nothing more than their own skin before I I decided whether they would be clothed or not.”
Taking A Shortcut
“I obviously wasn’t going to finish my sculpture before the exhibition opened, so I decided I’d take its place. Having so many pairs of eyes pore over every inch of my body made it a more intense experience than anything I’ve produced from clay or stone.”
A Justified Performance
“I’m always asked if I’m embarrassed about acting roles involving full nudity, and I find it easier to show that I’m not than to try to explain.”
They Stare At You, And You’re Dressed
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“No,” Natasha said, “I just… prefer it this way. I used to hang about in the house naked when I was by myself, and then Georgia would come home and find me like it and at first she thought it was weird, and then she got used to it, and then I’d completely forget about it and answer the door to some friends without putting anything on first, and then they’d get used to it too, and now I’m pretty much naked all the time, unless there are a lot of strangers around.”
“Oh,” I said, as if I understood, but obviously I didn’t really understand at all. Natasha smiled again.
“Most of the people here I know, and Georgia usually tells other people what to expect. And it’s my place so I can do what I like, eh? People don’t have to stay.”
I couldn’t disagree with that, although I still couldn’t really see why that meant being naked. Natasha was so comfortable as she was that I knew she wasn’t just doing it as a one-off. I can be pretty self-centred sometimes, but even I couldn’t believe it was all a trick to freak out the English girl.
“But, but,” I stuttered, “But don’t you feel odd, with everyone staring at you?”
Natasha smiled. She’d been asked that question dozens of times before, of course.
“Look around,” she said, and I complied, “Do you see many people staring?” I did see a couple of people staring, actually, and a couple of young guys looked away as my eyes met theirs, but it wasn’t as if we were the focus of attention in the room by any means. “See? And those guys were looking at you anyway, the Asian bombshell in the tight dress and high heels. They grew tired of looking at me ages ago, but you’re an unknown, and their imaginations are running riot trying to imagine how it would feel to put their hands around that tiny waist of yours, and wondering how those big breasts of yours will look without a bra and dress to support them.” I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. “What’s there to imagine about these tiny things?” Natasha continued, and rubbed her nipples and her small breasts wobbled in response. “No, they’ve been looking at you the whole time we’ve been talking.”
Read the rest of Dressed In Tattoos, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts
Do As I Say
“Next, you are going to go downstairs, and tell everyone that you are free from the shame of nudity, and that from this day forwards you renounce all clothing.”
Last Picnic Of Summer
“I hadn’t been brave enough to undress all summer, but now, faced with what would likely be my last chance, I mustered all my courage and bared my body to the elements.”
Craving His Touch
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Jessica’s breathing continued but Miss Ashdown felt a tremble in her stomach. “You can’t let him know that you’ve seen him in the shadows; that would ruin everything. So you decide to make the most of the opportunity that’s fallen into your lap. You decide that you’re going to give him the most passionate performance of your life and you know that, after this, he’ll be at the show tonight, and he’ll come and find you afterwards, and you’ll know that, if you want him, you can have him.”
Miss Ashdown felt Jessica’s breathing quicken: the fantasy seemed to be working. She continued.
“Now, drop your arms by your side, but keep your eyes closed. Don’t leave that auditorium and, whatever happens, don’t open your eyes until I tell you.”
Miss Ashdown took her hands off of Jessica’s torso and the student lowered her arms, keeping her eyes closed and her breathing deep. She was almost starting to drift in her imagination when she felt a pinch in the small of her back, and then Miss Ashdown’s hands pushed her unfastened bra off of her shoulders and down her arms and she heard it drop to the floor. Her breath shuddered and it was an effort of will not to open her eyes and close her arms across her chest to cover her breasts.
Jessica couldn’t remember the last time another person had seen her breasts. Her nipples hardened in response to that thought, and even more as she felt the cool air. Miss Ashdown’s voice was soft in her ear. “You can almost hear a gasp from the back of the concert hall as the object of your desire leans forwards to take in the sight of your naked chest. He can’t believe he isn’t dreaming. You want him to imagine what it would feel like to touch your skin, to feel your thin waist within his firm hands.”
Read the rest of Piano Lessons, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts
An Early Ride Home
“On reflection, the night I decided to get naked at the nightclub shouldn’t have been the same night that my aunt was due to come and collect me.”
Kara Bryn 