“The funny thing was that I had more men trying it on when I was clothed. The day I stripped naked was the day I scared them away and could finally sit in peace.”
A New Way
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Shall We Call It A Draw?
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“So, here we are then,” she said to Iris.
“Yes, here we are.” Iris felt distinctly less comfortable like this than Selena seemed to. She daren’t look around the room. She leant forwards, rested her arm on the table and picked up her wine glass in her other hand. She involuntarily glanced at Selena’s breasts again. For the first time, she wondered what they would feel like; would they would fell the same as her own. Her lips pursed slightly.
“Here we are,” Selena said, “Just two naked girls having a drink.”
Iris laughed, the tension relieved for a moment. Iris had always had a wonderful smile.
“Well, I guess we can finally call this a draw, can we?” Iris said, leaning forwards and picking up her wine glass.
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Choosing Her Moment
“We’d said if it got too crowded I’d put my dress back on. It was only when we were twenty minutes from the car that she admitted she hadn’t even brought it.”
The Widest Pavement
“It was only twelve feet, but crossing that distance nude felt like the longest walk I’ve ever taken.”
Just A Seatbelt
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At the start of the day, if someone had suggested that I’d complete the car journey home naked then I would have thought they were mad, but sometimes a situation just presents itself. In truth, I think if it hadn’t happened that day then it would have happened soon enough.
As I sat there, my hands behind the headrest, my back arched away from the seat, and with my eyes closed as I enjoyed the sensations washing over my body, I felt Tony’s hand slide further between my legs. I parted them slightly by way of invitation. Bringing a gasp, his finger touch my clitoris. I let out a sigh and hoped that he’d read my body language as an indication not to stop. Thankfully he read the sign correctly and his hand pressed more firmly, rubbing gently up and down, seemingly absent-mindedly as he concentrated on the road ahead.
I pushed my pelvis up and into his hand as much as I was able to and with each stroke I was becoming more removed from the world and more focussed on Tony’s hand and the pleasure I felt. I wondered if I should ask him to stop, but that was not what I wanted and, with faster and faster movements, I found myself groaning, and then panting frantically as I reached a climax. His hand stayed firmly on me as I pushed myself up and down against him, no longer able to control my own movements.
Finally, with a long shudder, I collapsed down and back into the seat. My eyes were still closed, and I felt Tony’s hand move back up to the top of my thigh. After a minute I opened my eyes and Tony looked over and smiled. I pulled at the seatbelt and leant over to kiss him on the cheek.
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In Pieces
“The problem wasn’t getting nude in public, it was that I’d have to cover up so quickly afterwards. Then a friend brought some scissors and desiccated my last item of clothing before my eyes. It was the most liberating thing that has ever happened to me.”
Interactive Theatre
“As the groups moved from room to room I was supposed to spontaneously dance, alone and without music. It was my idea to add nudity to the mix.”
Does It Feel Good?
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She put her hands on my hips to raise herself up again. I jumped at the sensation of her warm hands on my bare skin. It was such a contrast to the still cold steel around my ankles and wrists.
“Now,” she said, “How does that feel.”
Her eyes were sparkling and I felt as if she had admitted me into some kind of inner circle. I wasn’t used to being so… accepted and it made me feel warm inside, but my skin was tingling at the realisation that I was nude and helpless, for the moment at least.
“Even… odder,” I said, “I feel… I feel so naked.”
Lisa smiled as if that was exactly what she wanted.
“In case you hadn’t noticed,” she said, “You are naked.”
We both laughed and I took another nervous sip from my glass.
“Here,” she said, and with one hand firmly on the small of my back and another more gently touching my stomach she pushed me gently backwards and I let myself sink down onto the sofa.
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An Edge
“Never sit down at a poker table without an edge. Can you guess what mine is?”
Out Of Sight
“The house grounds are large enough that I can usually find somewhere to leave my clothes and just walk. That’s not to say I haven’t had a few close shaves with garden staff and visitors.”
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