“I’d stripped and danced for a dare, and my friends had thought it was fun to take my things home with them. At least at this time of the morning the streets were quiet.”
Walk of Shame
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A Drinking Game
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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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Spring Is Coming
“I love going out to pick flowers in the springtime, when the air becomes warm enough to not need so many layers.”
Naked Nonchalance
“I’d stripped off in a deserted spot to get an even tan and read the paper. I hadn’t noticed when the first tourist bus arrived, and by then it was too late to do anything but pretend I was fine with it all.”
Reality TV
“CFNM Island might be the most niche reality TV programme ever, but sign me up”
Don’t People Stare?
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“No,” Natasha said, “I just… prefer it this way. I used to hang about in the house naked when I was by myself, and then Georgia would come home and find me like it and at first she thought it was weird, and then she got used to it, and then I’d completely forget about it and answer the door to some friends without putting anything on first, and then they’d get used to it too, and now I’m pretty much naked all the time, unless there are a lot of strangers around.”
“Oh,” I said, as if I understood, but obviously I didn’t really understand at all. Natasha smiled again.
“Most of the people here I know, and Georgia usually tells other people what to expect. And it’s my place so I can do what I like, eh? People don’t have to stay.”
I couldn’t disagree with that, although I still couldn’t really see why that meant being naked. Natasha was so comfortable as she was that I knew she wasn’t just doing it as a one-off. I can be pretty self-centred sometimes, but even I couldn’t believe it was all a trick to freak out the English girl.
“But, but,” I stuttered, “But don’t you feel odd, with everyone staring at you?”
Natasha smiled. She’d been asked that question dozens of times before, of course.
“Look around,” she said, and I complied, “Do you see many people staring?” I did see a couple of people staring, actually, and a couple of young guys looked away as my eyes met theirs, but it wasn’t as if we were the focus of attention in the room by any means. “See? And those guys were looking at you anyway, the Asian bombshell in the tight dress and high heels. They grew tired of looking at me ages ago, but you’re an unknown, and their imaginations are running riot trying to imagine how it would feel to put their hands around that tiny waist of yours, and wondering how those big breasts of yours will look without a bra and dress to support them.” I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. “What’s there to imagine about these tiny things?” Natasha continued, and rubbed her nipples and her small breasts wobbled in response. “No, they’ve been looking at you the whole time we’ve been talking.”
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Getting Used To It
“It took a while but we were finally used to a nude housemate. Then we’d forget that it wasn’t the way everyone saw her and dinner guests would have to get over their shock too.”
The Painted Lady
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“You’re awake!” she said with a smile. She pushed the door open and skipped over to sit on the side of the bed. She was, of course, still naked. I instinctively held the duvet tight over my chest to cover myself, and then realised just how silly a gesture that was. Natasha saw it and smiled.
“Did you sleep well?” she asked.
“Like a log,” I replied.
“Good. Well, if you want to sleep a bit more you’re welcome to.” I shook my head; it felt a bit thick-headed, but not sleepy. “But there’s a shower through there,” Natasha indicated a door that must lead to an en-suite, “And I’ve put a toothbrush and washgear in there for you. And a razor, if you need it. Take your time. And there’s a bathrobe on the back of the door too.” That was a nice gesture; I didn’t want to have to get into my tight dress right after a shower.
“I’ll be around somewhere when you’re ready,” Natasha continued. “No rush,” she emphasised and then turned to leave. I watched her lean, naked, colourfully painted buttocks as she retreated out of the room.
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Deflecting Attention
“This guy was trying to pick me up online and just didn’t seem to believe I wasn’t into him. So I said I’d send him a picture of my girlfriend.”
Early Getaway
“The great thing about off-season European breaks is how empty the public squares can be.”
Kara Bryn 