Scandal

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“It was the town scandal: that a naked photo of me had found its way into a national newspaper. I wanted to show them just how little I cared.”

A Very Skimpy Outfit

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Over moscow by Vavaca

I’d worn a few fairly skimpy outfits in the office before, although nothing unprofessional, but sitting nude in my chair was an entirely different experience. But still, as I turned on my laptop and started to look through my e-mails, it began to feel almost natural.

There seemed to be nothing more urgent than usual so I stood up and walked to the kitchen to get myself some coffee. A hush fell over the room as heads turned towards me and I realised that, somehow, without even knowing what was going on, I had the upper hand.

Feeling especially mischievous I took a diversion towards Kieran’s desk. He was sitting with his back to me so I touched his shoulder to get his attention. He turned around and stared straight at my breasts, and then down, and then, as the day before, to somewhere far over the top of my head.

“Morning, Kieran,” I said with a smile, and then, seeing the colour rising in his cheeks, I turned myself side-on and leant back against his desk with one leg crossed over the other.

“Erm, hi, Jennifer.” The poor boy could hardly speak.

“That Mitchum case? We have a meeting to talk it through at eleven.” He nodded. I think we would have nodded no matter what I said. “Any chance we could move it forward to ten thirty? My morning’s clear but I know it won’t stay that way for long.”

“Erm, sure. Ten thirty.”

I smiled. “Great! I’ll update the meeting invite so you don’t forget me.” He wasn’t going to be forgetting me in a hurry. “You look a bit distracted this morning. Is everything okay?”

His mouth opened and closed and then a mumbled “Erm, fine, I’m fine,” came out.

“That’s good. But let me know if you’re coming down with something, okay? We’ve got to get back to the client tomorrow and I can always get someone to cover for you.” As I spoke I put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Well, it would be reassuring, but as my left nipple was now only a foot away from him it was turning him into a nervous wreck instead. I loved every minute of it.

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Being Watched

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“No time to think,” she said, her blouse flapping open to reveal glimpses of her perfect breasts. I felt myself become rigid in my chair. “Just unbutton your dress. Or do you want me to do it?” The seductive look returned to her eyes again. That was one step I wasn’t ready for.

“No! No!” I said, rather too quickly. My hands moved quickly to my top button and unfastened it, and then the second one.

Then I paused and wondered why I was doing this. The choice wasn’t between me unbuttoning my dress or her doing it, it was between me doing it or it not happening at all.

“Fine,” Elisa said and went to push her blouse off her shoulders. I still couldn’t believe she was going to go through with it, not with nothing to gain. Nothing except the thrill, I guess.

“No!” I said, and quickly set to work on the next button. Elisa pulled her blouse around her again.

I worked my way down the front until each button was undone. The dress was open down to the waist and it hung loosely over my shoulders. If I sat still it would still cover me. I hoped I’d demonstrated enough willingness to join in these games that now we could get back to some semblance of normality.

“I think you may have to stand up to take it off,” Elisa told me with a satisfied expression. It was obvious that Elisa wasn’t going to let me get away with stopping now.

I was still determined not to draw attention to myself, so I pushed the dress off my arms and felt it drop to my waist. I didn’t have time to absorb just how strange it felt, to be sitting topless at the back of an Italian restaurant.

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Nothing But A Smile

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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.

David, one of the senior partners, walked past me carrying a box file. I saw his eyes glance down at my breasts. “Hey, you’re looking good today Jen. Have you done your hair?” He kept walking and I saw a smirk on one of the legal secretary’s faces. My fight or flight mode was kicking in, and flight wasn’t an option.

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Only Stilettos

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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 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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You Approve?

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©Ruslan Lobanov

“Screw it,” she said quietly to herself, “I’m not going to let one small thing ruin our anniversary night.”

She unfurled the towel from around herself, wrapped the skirt around her waist and tied it at the side. It had a slight flare and covered to halfway down her thigh, but at least there was a large overlap where the fabric wrapped over itself. She still felt very exposed, though, and she was about to take the skirt off and put a pair of tights on underneath when she felt a tingle inside: this skirt, and no underwear, is what the Alison of her stories would wear. Alison wouldn’t care that she had nothing on underneath.

She picked up the black crop top and shrugged it over her shoulders. She pulled the front closed and zipped it from the bottom. The zip started just above her belly button and stopped again at a low, square neckline. The material was elasticated and pushed her breasts together so she had something of a cleavage even without a bra to help.

Alison looked in the mirror, feeling sexier than she had for years. She hadn’t bared her stomach like this since before they were married, and she’d never gone out without underwear before. Fictional Alison would approve, she thought with a smile.

The bathroom door opened and Malcolm emerged, wrapped in a towel at the waist. He was still in good shape, Alison thought, so maybe they could skip going out and have plenty of fun in the privacy of their hotel room.

“Woah!” Malcolm said, stopping in his tracks as he saw his wife standing there, looking just the same as she had all those years before.

Alison put one hand on her hip and adopted a coquettish tilt of the head.

“You approve?” she asked him.

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Why Was Everyone Else Dressed?

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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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Bra Or Bikini?

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Five minutes passed like this and then, without saying a word, I unfastened the remaining blouse buttons and leant back with my hands behind my head. The flaps of the blouse trailed free of my waist and I saw Tony moisten his lips with his tongue. I pretended I was oblivious to what I was doing to him. In truth, the combination of the afternoon sun and the cooling air on my bare stomach was exhilarating in itself.

Another few minutes passed and I leant forwards and, with the wind helping me, slid the blouse down my arms, pulled it out from behind my back and tossed it onto the seat behind me. Tony smiled, but still said nothing. The roads we took were quiet, with barely a car passing us in the opposite direction. And at speed my bra might just pass for a bikini top if anyone saw it, although the sheer material might not stand up to close inspection.

I reached down to my side and unfastened the single button holding my skirt and unfolded it from over my legs. With a quick lift of my buttocks I pulled it out from beneath me and tossed it behind me to join the blouse and I sat there, casually, in my underwear. Tony’s smile widened to a grin and I saw his eyes flick between the road and my white panties. I knew days like this always ended in sex and I dressed to excite. Our relationship had been a very physical one, while it lasted.

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