“So I was told that we were having a skinny dipping pool party”
I Was Mislead
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Nudity pictures or stories
My Only Set Of Clothes
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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.
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Documenting Reactions
“They had photos of me, and I had photos of their reactions for my exhibition. It was a win-win.”
Making You Wait
“I can’t decide whether to spank you now or leave you here for later.”
Housesitting
“I had a friend’s son house-sit for me. Things got interesting when I came home early.”
Before I Go In
“I always have my photo taken outside, just to set the scene before we see what reaction I get inside.”
Holding Hands
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Photo by: Sacha Leyendecker (sacha-leyendecker)
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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Mask On; Coat Off
“And you say nobody will recognise me with just the mask on?”
A Good Girl?
“Are you going to take your hands away or do I need to cuff them behind your back?”
Leaving It All
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Lucia suddenly tensed and Helena realised she had gone too far too quickly. Pareia gently blew onto the bare skin of the slender redhead and Lucia was carried back under the spell. Her head fell back and she rubbed her neck with her delicate fingers. If it weren’t for their magic, Helena thought, every head in the bar would be watching Lucia now.
“One thing at a time,” Pareia said gently, both to Helena and to Lucia. She ran her finger along Lucia’s slender collarbone and was rewarded by a wriggle of the shoulders.
Then the finger slid down Lucia’s chest, over the soft flesh of her breast, and then stroked the thick red lace that covered her nipples. Lucia trembled in her seat.
“No more hiding,” Pareia whispered to Lucia.
“No more hiding,” Lucia replied out loud, and she put her hands behind her back and unfastened her bra. With a smooth, rapid motion she shrugged it off of her shoulders and dropped it onto her jeans.
“She has a beautiful figure,” Helena said, and Pareia nodded in agreement.
“This is like a dream,” Lucia said quietly to herself, and Helena felt herself overwhelmed by the images of fantasies and dreams that Lucia had kept to herself for all these years.
“You’re almost free,” Pareia whispered to her.
“Almost,” Lucia agreed, and she slid her hands into her underwear and pushed downwards. She needed only a small lift in her seat as she pushed her last item of clothing down her thighs and then let it drop down her legs and onto the floor.
She wriggled contentedly in her seat: who would have thought that the night would end with her sitting naked in the bar? She was glad she had ordered that extra drink now and she emptied her glass.
Read the rest of Pareia and Helena, and 11 other ENF stories, in Just ENF
Kara Bryn 