Remember Last Time?

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“Malcolm moved his hand a few inches up Alison’s leg, working itself between the loose folds of her skirt. Still, the fabric lay across her lap, but Alison’s heart beat harder as Malcom’s hand stopped on the top of her thigh.
Alison took another sip...

Malcolm moved his hand a few inches up Alison’s leg, working itself between the loose folds of her skirt. Still, the fabric lay across her lap, but Alison’s heart beat harder as Malcom’s hand stopped on the top of her thigh.

Alison took another sip from her drink. Malcolm watched again as she reached for her glass and her top fell away from her chest then, as she put her arm down again, it again barely covered her. His eyes followed the line of bare skin from her neck, down her chest, and across her stomach. He imagined his lips kissing every inch of bare skin he could see. It had been months since he had last kissed her breasts, and suddenly he could think of nothing else.

“Do you remember last time we were here?” Malcolm asked Alison. She raised an eyebrow, too nervous to articulate words. “Back on our second date, you were wearing a blouse or something, and I think I tried to put my hand inside your top.”

Alison gave a small laughed at the memory. She had slapped at Malcolm’s hand at the time: it was too early in their relationship for her to give in that easily.

Malcolm reached over and put his hand on the top of her breast. “I think I was trying to distract you with a kiss,” he said, and he leaned towards her and their lips met. Alison’s eyes closed and she felt Malcolm’s hand move down her breast to cup her nipple. She gasped a little, but the kiss continued.

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How Did We Get Here? And Can We Come Again?

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“Alison followed automatically and found herself standing in plain sight of the rest of the bar. A dozen heads turned and a hush fell over the room. Alison went weak at the knees. Even while Malcolm had undressed her in the booth, she had never...

Alison followed automatically and found herself standing in plain sight of the rest of the bar. A dozen heads turned and a hush fell over the room. Alison went weak at the knees. Even while Malcolm had undressed her in the booth, she had never dreamt the private play would become a public one.

Malcolm started walking and Alison was towed along. Her stilettos rang on the wooden floor and she tried to compose herself. She couldn’t believe that she was doing this, walking naked through a bar, led by her husband, almost exactly as her character Alison had in one of her stories.

Out on the street the lights seemed dazzlingly bright. Her head was spinning and only Malcolm’s hand was keeping her steady. Her balance began to waver and Malcolm wrapped his arm around her waist to hold her. She turned into him and pressed her body up against his. The fabric of his shirt rubbed against her nipples, stimulating her even further, and then she felt his hard cock inside his trousers, pressing up against her pelvis. It was all too much.

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Just A Normal Day At The Office

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pbplaymates: “Nici Dee ” Wearing nothing but a confident smile and the same white stilettos as the previous day, I stepped out from the screen holding my box of clothes. The researcher grinned. I felt more naked than I’d ever felt before as I handed...

Wearing nothing but a confident smile and the same white stilettos as the previous day, I stepped out from the screen holding my box of clothes. The researcher grinned. I felt more naked than I’d ever felt before as I handed everything over.

“Don’t worry,” she said, “Everyone’s nervous, and you look amazing.” I already knew that, but it was kind of her to try to reassure me.

The assistant pushed the door open for me and I walked through. It closed gently behind me and I heard the lock click.

Taking a deep breath, sucking my stomach in and pushing my chest out I took the last couple of steps into the main room of the office. My head was spinning and then, as I looked around, I thought I must be hallucinating or dreaming: why was everyone else fully dressed?

I’ve had this dream a hundred times before and I wondered if I was about to wake up. Heads began to turn towards me and I felt their eyes on my naked body. I froze and was about to turn and run for the door, but I remembered I’d just heard it lock behind me.

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Naked Flatmate

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“It was bad enough that my flatmate sat around naked all the time, but did she have to call her boyfriend at the same time? I felt so jealous when she described the things she’d do to him later. My girlfriend would kill me if she saw this.”

Am I Enjoying This?

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“I put head in my hands: what was I doing here? Just because I wanted to spend some time with Mrs Cooper, I was going to sit naked in front of a room full of… who knows who?
I undressed slowly and, thankfully, the biggest worry that had been on my...

I put head in my hands: what was I doing here? Just because I wanted to spend some time with Mrs Cooper, I was going to sit naked in front of a room full of… who knows who?

I undressed slowly and, thankfully, the biggest worry that had been on my mind – that of walking out from behind the screen with an enormous erection – was the furthest thing from happening. In fact, I was now worried that they might be somewhat… disappointed. It wasn’t cold in the room, but fear had forced my manhood to beat a hasty retreat. I gave it a little tug and a wiggle with my fingers to try and breathe a little bit of life into it and it made a little difference. At least I looked like I’d passed puberty now.

With a lead weight in the pit of my stomach I stepped slowly out from behind the screen and, unable to focus on anything else in the room, I circled the chair and sat awkwardly on it. Only now did I try to glance around. Were there any men here? I couldn’t see any… So that was the second hurdle cleared: no erection, and no men. I took a deep breath.

So far, it wasn’t so bad. Sure, I was naked, but everyone seemed pretty okay with it. I guess it’s a life drawing class after all, and this was pretty much what they were expecting. It wasn’t like I’d suddenly walked nude onto the bus.

I put that thought out of my head as I felt the twitch in my groin that it prompted. Think about the old ladies… think about the old ladies… That worked. I looked for Mrs Cooper in the front row and she was smiling again. And unlike most of the time that I was naked at her home, her smile was one of pure warmth. There was no trace of the knowing amusement that usually played on her lips. It occurred to me that this was the first time she had seen me naked without an erection, which seemed something of an odd situation in itself. That wasn’t counting whatever had happened when I was too young to remember, of course.

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An Injection Of Lust

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“And then Malcolm’s hand moved back up her side up to her shoulder It pushed down her arm, sliding the crop top with it. Alison felt the air on her chest, and the thrill of being exposed, even in this private booth. She shuddered. Malcolm’s hand...

And then Malcolm’s hand moved back up her side up to her shoulder It pushed down her arm, sliding the crop top with it. Alison felt the air on her chest, and the thrill of being exposed, even in this private booth. She shuddered. Malcolm’s hand continued pushing at the material and she lifted her hand obligingly as he pushed the sleeve off. Then, with his other hand, he pulled at the other sleeve, tugging it downwards, all the time teasing at her lips with his tongue. He felt her tremble in the seat and he broke off the kiss, pulling at the sleeve of the crop top as he sat back. Alison felt it slide over her hand and Malcolm crumped it up beside him, out of her reach.

She tried breath steadily, slowly, but she could see her bare chest shuddering. She longed for something to cover herself, but she longed to be touched too. She jumped as Malcom replaced his hand on her thigh. He took another sip of his drink.

“Do you think…” Alison was surprised she managed to even start a sentence, “Do you think you’ve got many more business trips lined up? Maybe I could recommend some stories for you.”

Malcolm smiled. “Next month, I think,” he said. And then, as if absent minded, he slid his hand along the top of Alison’s thigh and over her waist. The fold of fabric fell to one side. He stroked the other thigh, pushing the last piece of her skirt away as his hand moved. She trembled again, willing him to move his hand between her legs, although she might explode even without that touch.

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Driven To Nudity

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“I was used to cruising naked through the neighbourhood by now; it had become much less of a thrill. Yet, as it had a few times before, as the last set of lights turned to red and I was forced to slow and stop I felt...

I was used to cruising naked through the neighbourhood by now; it had become much less of a thrill. Yet, as it had a few times before, as the last set of lights turned to red and I was forced to slow and stop I felt the butterflies rise in my stomach at the idea that maybe someone would walk past and happen to glance into the car. No-one ever did as there was nowhere worth walking to, but the thought was excitement enough.

This time, though, there was something that hadn’t happened before and I heard and felt a large SUV pull up in the lane alongside me. At least I was on the inside and hidden behind the door, but I felt myself sink low in my seat, hoping that the driver’s high position wouldn’t let them see down into the car. I kept my left arm straight on the steering wheel, doing everything I could to block any possible line of sight to my bare breasts.

Then, I heard a voice.

“Penelope? Is that you?” It was a voice I vaguely recognised.

I turned around. “Andrew? What a surprise!” Yes, what a surprise, for both of us, potentially. I forced a smile, as much to mask the terror I felt.

Andrew was someone I’d worked with a few years back and, not only that, someone I’d spent a lot of time flirting with. There was even the time when we’d slipped out of the office party and exchanged, well, maybe a little more than a kiss, but only a little. It was fair to say that at that time I would choose what to wear based entirely on trying to catch Andrew’s eye during the day. But then he hooked up with someone called Jennifer and I’d had to change my ideas of us two getting together. I think it was only a few months later that I’d met Tony. I remembered the time that the four of us had bumped into each other in a restaurant: icy atmosphere doesn’t even start to cover it.

I’d last seen Andrew over a year ago, but he was still as handsome as I remembered. Not only that, but for the first time he wasn’t clean shaven for work, and the hint of dark stubble made him look even more the man I had wanted. I felt a tingling between my legs and suddenly my confidence rose. After all, wasn’t a naked woman in a sports car a better sight than any man could dream of?

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