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Have I Been Nude Here Before?

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The waiter arrived and I watched his eyes lock onto Mia’s breasts for a second before he gained enough self-control to address her face.

“Do you mind if I order?” Mia asked as she looked at me. It was only half a question. “It’s just… I know what’s good here. There’s nothing that you don’t eat, is there?” I shook my head.

She ordered in fluent Spanish.

“I have ordered some wine for us too. It’s impossible not to drink with tapas,” she said.

I looked down at my notepad of questions. None of them seemed appropriate.

“Is this a regular of yours, then?” I asked, glancing around the café, wondering if they were used to seeing Mia like this.

“I come here sometimes. Not often, but a few times.”

“And… were you naked before?” I asked.

“Nude,” she said stiffly, “I prefer nude.” I nodded. I had read about Mia’s word preference during my research, but my mind wasn’t quite with me at the moment.

Mia’s eyes looked upwards thoughtfully. “I can’t remember. Maybe once, perhaps.” She shrugged. It was seemingly so commonplace to her that she genuinely couldn’t tell for sure. If I’d ever been nude in a café, I’d damn sure remember it.

Read the rest of Interview With An Artist, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts

Just One More Touch

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Sarah felt Theresa begin to climb onto the altar, moving between her legs, and she opened her eyes and looked down at her. They held each other’s gaze as Theresa put her hands on Sarah’s sides and then, bowing her head, she poked out her tongue and her head sunk towards Sarah’s slit. As she made contact and probed for the clitoris Sarah emitted a short, high-pitched yelp.

“Now, let’s get Satan out of you,” the Reverend Mother said softly, and Sarah wondered if she, too, was going to add to this impossible pleasure.

“Yes,” Sarah said expectantly. One more lick from Theresa, or maybe two, was all it was going to take.

But Sarah’s excitement turned to dread as she saw the Reverend Mother holding something bright above her head. As it cut out the light from the stained glass window she could make out the long curved blade of the dagger. The Reverend Mother was poised to strike down. Sarah tried to lift her arms to stop her but the chains held her. She screamed “no!” over and over again and ever louder.

Read the rest of the story in The Rules of the Convent

Come For A Coffee

Naked woman drinking coffee
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“She invited me for a morning coffee, but I wasn’t expecting it to be quite so… informal. Yet neither of us mentioned it, and I went home wondering what might have been.”

Dressing Down

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“Socks?” she said, “Really?” I laughed. It wasn’t so strange to be wearing socks!

She rolled up my trouser leg an inch and pulled at my sock, tugging it off my raised foot, and then performed the same routine with the other leg.

I remained standing and she unzipped my jeans and hooked her fingers into the waistband and pulled down. I had the second surprise in as many minutes as I realised she was taking my knickers with them.

“I…” I began to protest.

“Sssh,” she said, “We need to start from the ground up.”

I nodded as she rolled my jeans down my legs. I sat my bare buttocks on her sofa and lifted both my legs as she tugged at my underwear and jeans, pulling them off my feet and dropping them onto the back of a chair.

I’d honestly never felt so self-conscious, sat there, suddenly nude. Lisa sat back beside me in her PVC dress and boots.

Read the rest of A Very Grown-Up Party, and 11 other ENF stories, in Just ENF