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Just One More Topless Woman

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“Oh,” Cassandra said, looking at my brand new shorts, “Now just to roughen your edges a little…” She reached towards my waist and, for some reason, I didn’t even move as she unbuttoned my denim shorts. They were propped over my hips so they weren’t about to fall down by themselves, and the zip held them closed, but with that small change I felt so much sexier, just for having that button hanging open. How could a nineteen year old know more about this kind of thing than me?

“You were about to?…” Cassandra prompted, distracting me from the protestation I was about to make.

“I, uh, I was just taking these ice teas outside,” I said. She smiled and nodded, and then turned to help Sue at the counter.

I picked up the two glasses and walked, as if in a dream, towards the door of the café. Heads lifted as I passed and I felt them staring at me, but the attention was remarkably short-lived. Most of the people here were regulars who could look at the bare breasts of Cassandra and Sue any time they liked, so one more topless woman wasn’t going to shock them.

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Tugging At A Bow

Naked woman with a clothed man in a restaurant
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“You can pretty much get through a whole story in a flight,” her husband said as she moistened her lips with her tongue. Then, his hand took hold of the loop of fabric that tied around the waist of her skirt. He pulled at it, slowly, but without theatrics. She watched as the bow became smaller and smaller and then suddenly popped out of existence. The skirt drooped but its folds remained in place over her lap, but if she stood it would fall to the floor. What was Malcolm doing to her?

Her mouth had become impossibly dry and she reached, gingerly, for her glass. Malcolm’s eyes jumped towards her chest as the top fell away from her breast and he caught sight of the beautiful, pink nipple that he knew so well, but was seeing in a new light today. As Alison sat back the top fell back into place and just about covered her nipple again.

Malcolm rested his hand on Alison’s knee and took another sip from his glass. He was more aroused than he had been for a long time, but he was trying not to let it show. His wife had allowed him to unzip her top, and to untie her skirt. She was sitting there at his mercy.

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It Wouldn’t Happen Like That

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“Now imagine,” she said, “Imagine you’re sitting here naked. Just me and you, and everyone else is where they are now. Nobody knows, but you know the waiter is coming back with our coffees in a minute. Hold that fantasy in your mind.”

With that, I saw the waiter approaching from the bar with two espressos. I tried to imagine myself sitting here naked and confident, that we would exchange a glance, that he would look at my body and approve of what he saw, and then he would leave, thinking I was out of his league.

But instead of imagining that, my mind imagined me curling up in the chair with my arms clamped over my chest, and then trying to wrap the table cloth around myself.

The waiter placed our coffees on the table and Elisa thanked him before he left again.

“And?” she said.

“It was… terrifying,” I said, “I would have to hide.” The plotline of my book was going to need a bit of a rethink; sitting confidently in the nude didn’t seem very realistic at all.

Elisa sat back in her chair. “You see?” she said, “I told you that you would not know how it felt. You needed to know that to be able to write about it.”

Read the rest of The Author, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts