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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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Talk Show

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“It was more of a gimmick than anything: a podcast where I interview people in the nude. But to get the guests to agree and pull in the listeners we needed some advertising, so I agreed to the photo-shoot.”

Socks Off. And The Rest.

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“Socks?” she said, “Really?” I laughed. It wasn’t so strange to be wearing socks!

She rolled up my trouser leg an inch and pulled at my sock, tugging it off my raised foot, and then performed the same routine with the other leg.

I remained standing and she unzipped my jeans and hooked her fingers into the waistband and pulled down. I had the second surprise in as many minutes as I realised she was taking my knickers with them.

“I…” I began to protest.

“Sssh,” she said, “We need to start from the ground up.”

I nodded as she rolled my jeans down my legs. I sat my bare buttocks on her sofa and lifted both my legs as she tugged at my underwear and jeans, pulling them off my feet and dropping them onto the back of a chair.

I’d honestly never felt so self-conscious, sat there, suddenly nude. Lisa sat back beside me in her PVC dress and boots.

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Receptionist

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“Even a nudist hotel needs a receptionist and I thought: why not? But I forgot that I’d also be the one answering the front door.”

Looking Good In Heels

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Наташа by Ilya Golovin 🇷🇺

I looked down at my feet and shoes. I did have nice feet, and the thin stilettos did set my legs off nicely.

“That’s why I stay barefoot as well,” Natasha continued, “Can you imagine what I’d look like in those heels? The boys would think I was begging for it.”

Natasha had a point. Somehow, she was just naked, or nude, or whatever she might want to call it, but it wasn’t like a stripper was nude. She was sexual, but not just sexual. It’s hard to explain, but somehow sexuality wasn’t what defined her nakedness.

“But you must get guys chatting you up all the time?” I asked her, and that brought another of those quizzical head tilts. I translated to American in my head and rephrased it. “Hitting on you,” I added.

“Oh, well, sometimes,” Natasha answered, “But most of them are too scared. I mean: where do you start? As long as boys don’t get into a pack-hunting frame of mind then I’m fine, and, as I said, people here are friends of friends. And besides,” she added, “I usually mention my boyfriend Martin over there.” A nod of her head indicated a towering figure with a stereotypical American football player build across the room. “And that puts them off the idea pretty quickly.” She giggled and it was obvious she quite enjoyed handling the reactions her nudity provoked.

“And he doesn’t mind, everyone seeing you?…” I asked her.

Natasha shook her head. “Not at all, or at least he says he doesn’t, and he knows he has to accept me as I am. And I was fully dressed when we first met too, so it’s not like this is a thing he’s into or anything weird like that.” I couldn’t help thinking it was something weird already, but I wasn’t sure that I should think that.

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The Wrong Train

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“It seemed like a fun dare: my boyfriend took my clothes to the next stop and I got the train after. It was the start of the line and always quiet. The problem was I got on the wrong train; the one that didn’t stop. I saw him standing with my clothes in his arms as we flew through the station.”