“I had a very special date planned, but one that didn’t need much preparation. A pair of stockings, a pair of shoes and a coat would do it.”
You Can’t Go Out Like That
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Nudity pictures or stories
A Pledge
“You promise to wait here until I’ve finished getting ready, and I promise you a party you’ll never forget.”
Driving Solo
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So, yesterday morning, I decided to go for a drive, just as I had done on many other days. I threw my clothes onto the bed, slipped into my luscious black stilettos, put on my sunglasses and walked out to the car. I had plenty of gas to get me out and back, and as the sun was dipping the air was cooling to a perfect temperature.
I was used to cruising naked through the neighbourhood by now; it had become much less of a thrill. Yet, as it had a few times before, as the last set of lights turned to red and I was forced to slow and stop I felt the butterflies rise in my stomach at the idea that maybe someone would walk past and happen to glance into the car. No-one ever did as there was nowhere worth walking to, but the thought was excitement enough.
This time, though, there was something that hadn’t happened before and I heard and felt a large SUV pull up in the lane alongside me. At least I was on the inside and hidden behind the door, but I felt myself sink low in my seat, hoping that the driver’s high position wouldn’t let them see down into the car. I kept my left arm straight on the steering wheel, doing everything I could to block any possible line of sight to my bare breasts.
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Unexpected Reunion
“When you moonlight as a naked waitress in another town the last thing you expect is for your work colleagues to turn up.”
Body Positive
“I had to give a talk on body image and self-confidence, and there was only one way to deliver it that made sense, no matter how terrifying the idea was.”
I Finally Made It
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“Don’t be too hard on her,” Martha said, joining the conversation, “She said she liked you… and it seemed like a fun way to stop you getting your clothes back…” She looked down at me, obviously pleased at the way she’d managed to keep me nude for the entire day.
“And my clothes?” I said. Now I was naked at a party full of strangers and I’d really rather not be.
“They’re around somewhere,” Martha replied with a wink.
“Here,” Sue said from beside me and handed me a bottle of beer, “Glad to see you made it. How was the journey?”
“Don’t you start!” I warned her, provoking a giggle from both Sue and Tan.
“It must be quite cold out there,” Tan said, and without even asking she reached a palm out and pressed it against my still-hard nipple.
“Hey!” I said, although her touch was pleasantly soft and warm.
Kathy seemed to think it was okay to do the same on the other breast.
“Oooh, yes,” she said, “Do let me know if you need warming up.”
The redhead girl looked at the pair enviously. I’d almost forgotten that the whole plan had just been to throw the two of us together, and now we were in a crowd she actually looked disappointed again, especially now there were two girls with their hands on my body.
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Continuing The Pretense
“I was cringing inside, but the only way I was ever going to live this down was by pretending I didn’t care who saw me in the nude.”
A Special Party
“Our clients had very special requirements and they’d already agreed to host the party in the nude. It was only when they found out that the agreement didn’t include me that they started to complain.”
Hanging At Home
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“How come,” I continued, “How come you’re naked?” I didn’t want to offend her by making it sound like it was a bad thing. “I mean, the tattoos are really great, and you look great…” She smiled kindly, but was still going to let me keep digging myself into this hole. “You lost a bet or something?… Or you turned into the Hulk and your clothes didn’t fit and then you turned back?…” I tailed off and Natasha laughed.
“Oh, no,” she said, “I live here. With Georgia.” She tipped her head in the direction of our party host who I’d been introduced to, and then summarily bored witless earlier.
“Oh,” I said, and was about to add “I see…” but then realised that it didn’t explain anything at all.
“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.
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In My Own Home
“I dressed as I liked in my own home, even if that meant choosing not to dress at all. I just wondered if the babysitter was listening to my instructions.”
Kara Bryn 