“We were staples of the club scene now; an inseparable double-act. Although somehow when I suggested that she be the one that was nude, just for one night, it didn’t go down too well.”
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A Test Of Character
Standard“Speed dating cuts through so many social barriers, but seeing how a man reacts to a naked woman is one the best test of character I have ever discovered.”
A Persuasive Photographer
“Girls are often reluctant to let me photograph them nude. Often I will undress to show them there’s nothing to be ashamed of. Sometimes it works, but sometimes it doesn’t.”
Winter Break
“When the days are short I like to get away to somewhere warm for a week. Apart from the sunlight, I always find something else to improve my mood.”
Pressing The Wrong Button
“She thought she’d found a private place to save her photos, but then I showed her just how many people had seen them.”
Fashion Show
“Too late, I saw the rules that designers were only allowed to wear their own creations. Now I wish I hadn’t specialised only in hats in shoes.”
Take It All Off
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Tania grinned. “Yeah, but I’m still not lending you any of my clothes. I’ll go and get the wash basket, and you get your kit off.”
Louisa shook her fist at Tania. “There’s always something with you. Well, if you think I’m stripping off in your kitchen, you’ve got another think coming.”
Tania put her arm around Louisa, leant over and bit gently on her ear lobe. Louisa’s eyes rolled in their sockets; that always did it for her.
“I’ll make it worth your while,” Tania whispered.
With that, she skipped out of the room. Louisa thought for a moment. Maybe it would be fun, for an hour while the washing machine ran, to sit around nude with Tania. It wasn’t like Tania didn’t see her naked for half the weekends they spent together anyway.
Before she changed her mind, and not wanting to be halfway through undressing when Tania returned, she pulled her top over her head and dropped it onto a chair. She unfastened her bra and put it on her top, then pulled off her socks, unbuttoned her skirt and slid her knickers down before picking up the lot and piling them together on top of the washing machine.
When Tania came back into the room with a basket of clothes under one arm Louisa was sitting naked at the kitchen table, pretending to study the crossword on the back of the newspaper. Her heart was beating hard in her chest and her breathing was short and rapid as she pretended to concentrate.
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Am I Seeing This Wrong?
“Everyone talks about Lady Godiva as if riding naked through the streets is something to be ashamed of. If I were Queen, it’s the only way I’d travel.”
Being Naked Is Enough
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Melissa blushed again.
“Well, I,” she began. I nodded for her to continue again. “I take photos.”
“Of yourself?” I asked, knowing the answer already.
“Yes,” she said, and I felt that it was the first time in her life that she’d admitted it to another human being.
“Naked?” I continued, knowing the answer already. She nodded.
“And what do you do with them?” I knew the answer to this too.
“I share them,” she said, and looked down at her feet. I wanted to step across the short distance between us and put an arm around her shoulder, to tell her that it was okay.
“With friends?” I prompted. I knew the answer was no, but I needed her to say it.
“No”, she said. I let the silence hang so she’d follow up with more detail. “With strangers. Online.”
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Sexting
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Katherine looked around her again and then, arm outstretched, she twisted to the left away from the sight of the bar and my phone buzzed as another message came through.
I licked my lips again. Her blouse was pushed off of her
shoulder and with her left hand she pulled her bra away from her breast and the gorgeous, dark nipple looked back at me from the picture. I could see Katherine’s arousal from how hard it looked, and the look in her eyes left it
in no doubt.“Nice,” I replied, “But just the one?”
She looked exasperated and typed while she held her blouse
closed with her arms crossed over her chest.“I’ve only got one hand free!” I read smiling.
“Just lose the bra, then,” I typed, wondering what kind of cutting reply I’d get.
But instead of a cutting reply I watched, feeling the
pressure growing in my trousers, as Katherine carefully glanced towards the bar to check the coast was clear before reaching behind her back and then, first with one arm and then the other, she pulled the bra straps down and out of her blouse sleeves and over her hands. I saw her bundle it into her bag, one arm
crossed across her blouse all the time to hold it closed.Then, she looked around again, and, turning towards the
wall, she pushed the blouse half off each shoulder and took another picture.
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