All-girl nudity or erotica
“‘I’m going to tie your hands, and then I’m going to put on a long dress, and then we’re going for a walk.” She would always tell me what she was going to do to me. The anticipation alone drove me wild. But where would this walk take us?”
“We were all ready to leave, and then suddenly her hands were all over me. I wasn’t going anywhere for a while now.”
Georgia twisted herself around to face Lisa. Lisa sighed as Georgia’s skirt rubbed against her bare thigh.
“So, this dream,” Georgia started. Lis turned coy again. “You were naked.”
“I was wearing socks,” Lisa corrected. Georgia looked down at Lisa’s feet and smiled.
“And that was enough to make you cum?” Lisa blushed.
“No,” she said, and squirmed a little in the seat, “We were sitting in a bar.”
Nhu looked over at Georgia: this was one hot story, and she’d never have imagined she’d be hearing it from Lisa.
“And, for some reason, I was holding hands with you two,” Lisa continued.
Georgia took Lisa’s right hand in her left. “Like this?” she said, with a smile. Nhu held Lisa’s left hand. Even to her delicate touch it felt soft and tender.
“Yes…” Lisa said nervously. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It was just like in her dream, with her hands being held on either side of her.
“Then what?” Nhu prompted. She had to hear the rest of this.
Lisa trembled. “You said,” she paused, “You said to Judy: ‘Does she like having her breasts touched’.”
Nhu grinned and turned to Judy. “Well, does she?” she asked her.
Judy nodded. “Very much so.”
Nhu reached her left hand over her and placed it on Lisa’s bare breast. The nipple pressed into her palm. Lisa gasped and panted a few times. Georgia’s hand pressed onto her other breast. It was wonderfully soft and cool.
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Georgia twisted herself around to face Lisa. Lisa sighed as Georgia’s skirt rubbed against her bare thigh.
“So, this dream,” Georgia started. Lis turned coy again. “You were naked.”
“I was wearing socks,” Lisa corrected. Georgia looked down at Lisa’s feet and smiled.
“And that was enough to make you cum?” Lisa blushed.
“No,” she said, and squirmed a little in the seat, “We were sitting in a bar.”
Nhu looked over at Georgia: this was one hot story, and she’d never have imagined she’d be hearing it from Lisa.
“And, for some reason, I was holding hands with you two,” Lisa continued.
Georgia took Lisa’s right hand in her left. “Like this?” she said, with a smile. Nhu held Lisa’s left hand. Even to her delicate touch it felt soft and tender.
“Yes…” Lisa said nervously. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It was just like in her dream, with her hands being held on either side of her.
“Then what?” Nhu prompted. She had to hear the rest of this.
Lisa trembled. “You said,” she paused, “You said to Judy: ‘Does she like having her breasts touched’.”
Nhu grinned and turned to Judy. “Well, does she?” she asked her.
Judy nodded. “Very much so.”
Nhu reached her left hand over her and placed it on Lisa’s bare breast. The nipple pressed into her palm. Lisa gasped and panted a few times. Georgia’s hand pressed onto her other breast. It was wonderfully soft and cool.
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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.
“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Tania teased Louisa, who ignored her.
Tania looked admiringly at Louisa’s slender legs, crossed at the knee, and the delicate, pointed foot at the end of it. She crouched down and opened the washing machine door and threw in her clothes and Louisa’s before selecting the coolest wash setting and starting the cycle.
“So, it looks like you’re naked for the next couple of hours, huh?” Tania continued to tease, and Louisa continued to ignore her.
Tania stood behind Louisa, who was still pretending she was solving the crossword puzzle. She brushed Louisa’s blonde hair away from her neck and then ran her hand around her shoulder and back again, then across her perfect, soft breast onto an equally perfect, hard nipple. She felt Louisa’s breath shudder as she cupped her breast. She leant down to Louisa’s ear. Louisa was still facing her crossword puzzle, but her eyes were closed. Tania blew lightly in her ear and whispered. “What shall we do now, then?”
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The funny thing was, the more I flirted, and the more I gave her what I thought she wanted, the more shy and embarrassed she became. And the more shy and embarrassed she got, the cuter she got and the easier it was to flirt. It was a vicious, delicious cycle.
I moved my hand away from the back of the sofa and gently stroked her gorgeous red hair. It made her even more uncomfortable, and I smiled half in amusement and half in pleasure. I’d never tried seducing a woman before and it was a whole lot of fun, but boy did it take a lot longer than seducing a guy.
I found myself, as if by accident, leaning much closer to her, and then the mixture of fear and expectation in her eyes drew me into the next logical step and I kept leaning, closing my eyes at the last moment as my lips touched hers.
She didn’t really do much in terms of returning the kiss, but her lips were lovely and soft against mine. That was two women in one day I’d kissed now. It truly was a voyage of discovery.
I pulled my head away a couple of inches and she leant back a little and giggled.
“Oh my god,” she said, “I thought you were straight?”
I shrugged: I am, I thought, or I thought I was.
Her face began to glow. “I’m all embarrassed now,” she said.
“How come?”
“Everyone’s watching us, I’m sure,” she said, “They’ve never seen me with anyone before… and you’re naked. It’s pretty hot.”
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Georgia twisted herself around to face Lisa. Lisa sighed as Georgia’s skirt rubbed against her bare thigh.
“So, this dream,” Georgia started. Lis turned coy again. “You were naked.”
“I was wearing socks,” Lisa corrected. Georgia looked down at Lisa’s feet and smiled.
“And that was enough to make you cum?” Lisa blushed.
“No,” she said, and squirmed a little in the seat, “We were sitting in a bar.”
Nhu looked over at Georgia: this was one hot story, and she’d never have imagined she’d be hearing it from Lisa.
“And, for some reason, I was holding hands with you two,” Lisa continued.
Georgia took Lisa’s right hand in her left. “Like this?” she said, with a smile. Nhu held Lisa’s left hand. Even to her delicate touch it felt soft and tender.
“Yes…” Lisa said nervously. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It was just like in her dream, with her hands being held on either side of her.
“Then what?” Nhu prompted. She had to hear the rest of this.
Lisa trembled. “You said,” she paused, “You said to Judy: ‘Does she like having her breasts touched’.”
Nhu grinned and turned to Judy. “Well, does she?” she asked her.
Judy nodded. “Very much so.”
Nhu reached her left hand over her and placed it on Lisa’s bare breast. The nipple pressed into her palm. Lisa gasped and panted a few times. Georgia’s hand pressed onto her other breast. It was wonderfully soft and cool.
“And this fantasy,” Georgia said, “Of you naked in the bar, when we touched your breasts, you came?”
Lisa had her eyes closed and shook her head.
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“Sometimes losing the game has an upside.”
Tania laughed and mocked holding her nose. “You’ve already got half my clothes up at your place. I know if I lend you something I’ll never see it again.”
Louisa scowled back comically. “Well, you’re the one who has to put up with the smell,” she said.
Tania giggled. “Oh, don’t be such a drama queen. I’m going to put a wash on and we can put your things in it.”
Louisa gave Tania a hug. “Oh, thanks, m’dear.”
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.
Read the rest of Overstayed, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts
Kara Bryn 