“Every time I let in a goal I had to take something off. It was meant to give me a reason to improve. It didn’t.”
Naked Goalie
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ENF (embarassed nude female) stories, pictures or anything else
Naked City Guides
“The title was meant to imply I’d strip the city bare, but in the end this was the format that really clicked.”
A Popular Nude
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Sue let go of my hand and Martha released the other one taking my bra with her. She handed it to Kathy, still walking hand-in-hand with Tan behind us, and she pushed it into Martha’s rucksack along with the rest of my clothes.
Sue and Martha had dropped their hands to their sides, but I wasn’t done waving. I had been a cheerleader at school and I moved well to music. And besides, my breasts looked amazing when I held my hands above my head.
I was receiving no end of whistles and cheers from the crowd and I began to skip in circles as we walked along. The four girls around me smiled at each other, and I realised they were probably enjoying the show as much as most of the women at the parade. And the great thing was: this was Pride, and no-one cared, including me.
“Hey, beautiful!” a female voice said from the crowd. It was a slim blonde girl, probably twenty years old and just beginning to feel comfortable with her sexuality. It seemed that the parade was something that emboldened all of us.
I skipped over to the railings where she stood, which is not an easy thing to do in inch-high heels, and put my hands on them and leant towards her.
“Hey back, beautiful,” I said, and I leant towards her and gave her a small kiss on the lips. The metal railing was cold against my midriff, but her kips were soft and warm. I’d never kissed a girl before, and I don’t know what made me do it then. It was something about the permissiveness of the parade, and the anonymity of walking amongst all of these wonderful people. I’d never walk up to a guy in the nude and kiss him, but if I was being a lesbian for the afternoon then it seemed fine to do it to a girl. Weird.
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Loving Europe
“I love the relaxed attitudes to nudity that bless so many European countries.”
Salsa Classes
“I’d been taking private lessons and apparently my dancing lacked passion. My tutor found a remedy.”
Just One More Topless Woman
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“Oh,” Cassandra said, looking at my brand new shorts, “Now just to roughen your edges a little…” She reached towards my waist and, for some reason, I didn’t even move as she unbuttoned my denim shorts. They were propped over my hips so they weren’t about to fall down by themselves, and the zip held them closed, but with that small change I felt so much sexier, just for having that button hanging open. How could a nineteen year old know more about this kind of thing than me?
“You were about to?…” Cassandra prompted, distracting me from the protestation I was about to make.
“I, uh, I was just taking these ice teas outside,” I said. She smiled and nodded, and then turned to help Sue at the counter.
I picked up the two glasses and walked, as if in a dream, towards the door of the café. Heads lifted as I passed and I felt them staring at me, but the attention was remarkably short-lived. Most of the people here were regulars who could look at the bare breasts of Cassandra and Sue any time they liked, so one more topless woman wasn’t going to shock them.
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Comfortable Working Arrangements
“My colleague didn’t bat an eyelid when we worked from my place and I explained how I liked to feel comfortable at home. Pretty soon she was comfortable with it too.”
Bon Voyage
“The great thing about travelling by boat is the wonderful view.”
Nude Flying Trip
“I thought it would be fun to fly nude, but I didn’t realise we were visiting a different airfield.”
Tugging At A Bow
“You can pretty much get through a whole story in a flight,” her husband said as she moistened her lips with her tongue. Then, his hand took hold of the loop of fabric that tied around the waist of her skirt. He pulled at it, slowly, but without theatrics. She watched as the bow became smaller and smaller and then suddenly popped out of existence. The skirt drooped but its folds remained in place over her lap, but if she stood it would fall to the floor. What was Malcolm doing to her?
Her mouth had become impossibly dry and she reached, gingerly, for her glass. Malcolm’s eyes jumped towards her chest as the top fell away from her breast and he caught sight of the beautiful, pink nipple that he knew so well, but was seeing in a new light today. As Alison sat back the top fell back into place and just about covered her nipple again.
Malcolm rested his hand on Alison’s knee and took another sip from his glass. He was more aroused than he had been for a long time, but he was trying not to let it show. His wife had allowed him to unzip her top, and to untie her skirt. She was sitting there at his mercy.
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Kara Bryn 