“The spa rules were either naked or swimsuit only and, oh whoops, look who forgot their trunks.”
Swimsuit Or Naked
Nude
Nudity pictures or stories
Clinching The Deal
“I wanted that deal so much I said, ‘If you sign today I’ll walk out of here naked.’ It worked.”
Sports Day
“It wasn’t the most traditional of sporting events, with the games limited only by our imagination – and one man’s stamina.”
Fantasy Voyeur
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©David Dubnitskiy
For want of a response, Jessica’s eyes froze on her reflection. She wasn’t feeling much like an energised sexual creature as she saw herself standing in her mismatched underwear with her shoulders slumped.
“Hmmm,” Miss Ashdown said, “So how do we tap this…. well of sexuality… I suppose it worked for me, so… Lift your arms up above your head for me again, draw a deep breath and close your eyes.” Jessica did so and felt one of Miss Ashdown’s hands rest lightly on her stomach and the other on the small of her back. “Now breathe gently and deeply and try to imagine you’re standing on the stage, ready to practice for a big concert tonight. You just want to loosen up and get used to the surroundings before you play in front of an audience.” Her voice dropped to a whisper again. “And since the place is deserted you’ve snuck onto the stage in your underwear.”
Jessica stood, her arms above her, her eyes closed, and barely restrained a giggle. Miss Ashdown felt her stomach move in and out with her breathing, and then continued her story.
“But there’s one thing that you notice, that you’re not supposed to notice. There’s someone sitting in the back row, in the dark, and he’s someone you’ve been trying to attract the attention of for quite some time.” Jessica blushed again. “He was walking through and he saw a beautiful young woman walk onto the stage in her underwear and start to stretch, and he just had to stay and watch, very quietly.”
Read the rest of The Pianist, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts
Keeping Cool On The Subway
“The hot weather was a chance for an easy PR stunt, although finding volunteers wasn’t easy. But sometimes as CEO you just need to get your hands dirty.”
You Get What You Pay For
“It was she that contacted the escort agency with a most unique request and, if the price is right, anything goes. I just really thought I’d be the one who was naked.”
Begging To Be Touched
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©Szymon Brodziak
Mrs Cooper unfolded her sketchbook and sat opposite me and, almost as if I was being interviewed for something, as she drew she began to ask questions about what I had been doing at university. Her pencil seemed to move very quickly, and she spent a lot of time staring at me. I liked that part: her eyes scanning my body. I don’t know if her models usually had erections or not, but there was nothing I could do about it.
She turned the page, shifted position, and I did the same. I tried to look relaxed but I doubt very much that I managed it. The only good thing was that while she was sketching I was able to study her as much as she was studying me.
I wondered how her dress would feel against my skin. The wool looked so soft; my skin tingled at the thought and my cock waved. Mrs Cooper’s eyes were attracted by the movement and suppressed a smile. I felt the colour rising in my cheeks but all I could think about was my desire to hold her against me.
It would only take a minute, I was sure, maybe less, if just one of those delicate soft fingers deigned to touch me. It would be so little effort for her, but mean so much to me. I wondered if the thought even occurred to her as she continued to draw. I watched as her tongue moistened her full red lips. She looked up from beneath her dark lashes as my cock waved again. This was insufferable, and I began to wonder if it was possible to ejaculate without being touched at all. It would be humiliating, but it would be an end to this torture.
Read the rest of the story in The Undergraduate
Hottest Day
“It was the hottest day on record and only one way to keep cool.”
After You Were Stripped, What Happened Next?
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Judith pulled up her knees and twisted around on her seat. She put an arm around the back of Christina’s neck and rested her fingers lightly on her bare shoulder. Christina shuddered as she touched her, and then again as their legs brushed against each other, the sensation of sheer tights rubbing against sensitive, naked skin.
“Although if anyone picked Christina up, they’d have brains and beauty, isn’t that right?” Judith said.
Christina was barely able to control herself, let alone respond in any coherent way. She sat stock still, her breathing deep and her heart racing.
“Absolutely,” Elaine agreed, “But I still think it’s a shame that you’re not turned on by other women.”
The four girls around Christina laughed: they laughed because it was pretty clear that Christina was very turned on right now. But she was too busy focusing on controlling her arousal to hear what was being said.
“What was it you said your boyfriend did after he’d stripped you naked, Christina?” Judith asked her, not expecting a reply, “Oh, yes, I remember. You said all he did was to touch your breast gently.” She paused for a second. “Like this?”
Read the rest of Amongst Friends, and 11 other ENF stories, in Just ENF
You Can Leave Your Clothes Here
“I used to undress her as soon as she was through the front door. Now I don’t even wait that long.”
Kara Bryn 