Mingling

Naked woman at a cafe table
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“The revelation wasn’t so much that I was okay with featuring in a nude performance piece, but that I was starting to enjoy hanging out with the audience in the cafe after the show.”

Work Clothes

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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.

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You’ll just have to wait

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“You’ll just have to wait!” I told her, holding a hand up to stop that line of questioning, “Anyway, what I did do was slip my hands around her back, and I found the zip of her dress and I slid it down as we kissed, and she sort of wriggled her shoulders, but she definitely didn’t stop me.”

“Was it the red dress?” I nodded. “Then you couldn’t really have gotten very far without Ellie going along with it if I remember just how tight it is.”

“Have you memorised my wife’s entire wardrobe?” I asked.

“More or less,” Cassie admitted.

“Well, anyway, she dropped her arms and I pushed the dress down, and she was standing pressed up against me in little black heels and red underwear.”

“Which I’m almost disappointed about.”

“Don’t be, because I was on a roll, so I unclipped her bra, and under the cover of another kiss I had that down her arms and dropped onto the floor. And she pressed herself against me and wrapped her arms around my neck.”

“And you were wearing?…”

“Trousers and shirt. From work.”

“This is a hot scene nonetheless. I just wish it hadn’t been you there.” I glared across the table at the woman who was supposed to be my friend but was always so rude to me.

“Anyway, it didn’t take much to dispense with Ellie’s knickers as well, and her legs wriggled a bit as she coaxed them down to the floor.”

“And then you-” I shook my head, cutting off the inevitable question.

“I had my hands all over her. She felt so good, and so horny. And then Ellie lifted herself onto tiptoes and whispered into my ear ‘After dinner’ and she slipped out of my arms and walked back to the kitchen.

“Still starkers?”

“Except for the shoes.”

“Oh my god your wife is so hot.”

I knew it, but I hadn’t known how hot.

“And she started putting food onto plates, and I didn’t know what to do with myself so I went and sat down and took our glasses across. And as she walked towards me, naked and beautiful with a plate in each hand, eating was the last thing on my mind.”

“I bet it was.”

“But she sat down, and we ate, and talked, and all I could think about was ‘Ellie’s sitting naked and eating dinner and I can’t believe it’s really her’.”

“I’m not sure I can. Are you sure you’re not having me on?” I shook my head again.

“It was just like she was dressed… except she wasn’t, and her eyes sparkled, and after dinner she took the plates away and it was only then I realised she hadn’t even pulled the curtains.”

“Oh wow. And your place you can see into from across the street with the light on.”

“Completely. Even with the lights dimmed a little, as they were then. I don’t know whether anyone saw anything or not, because I couldn’t take my eyes off of Ellie.”

“You know,” Cassie said, “I think you really are the luckiest man alive. And probably the least deserving.”

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Nudity Sometimes Has Consequences

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The car behind came to an abrupt stop and turned across the road, in case I had some idea of making another escape attempt. I could plausibly say that I hadn’t seen the first car, but evading a roadblock was something else entirely and if I tried anything I could end up with some serious jail time. I turned off the engine and my hands fell to my sides.

One of the officers with a gun took a step forward and called out to me. “Ma’am, can you step slowly out of the vehicle.” It wasn’t a question.

I gulped and then opened the door, swung both legs out and stood, closing the door behind me. I saw their heads move up and down as they took in the sight of a tall naked woman stepping out of a sports car. I was glad their eyes were behind sunglasses too. “Wooo-eeh,” I heard one of them say quietly.

“Step to the front of the vehicle and put your hands on the hood,” the office instructed.

I had never been pulled over before, but I had seen enough of this on television. I stood by the side of the car bonnet and placed my palms flat on it. The low car and my high heels meant I had to bend at the waist to reach. Through my hands I could feel the warmth of the engine.

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