Tania grinned. “Yeah, but I’m still not lending you any of my clothes. I’ll go and get the wash basket, and you get your kit off.”

Louisa shook her fist at Tania. “There’s always something with you. Well, if you think I’m stripping off in your kitchen, you’ve got another think coming.”

Tania put her arm around Louisa, leant over and bit gently on her ear lobe. Louisa’s eyes rolled in their sockets; that always did it for her.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” Tania whispered.

With that, she skipped out of the room. Louisa thought for a moment. Maybe it would be fun, for an hour while the washing machine ran, to sit around nude with Tania. It wasn’t like Tania didn’t see her naked for half the weekends they spent together anyway.

Before she changed her mind, and not wanting to be halfway through undressing when Tania returned, she pulled her top over her head and dropped it onto a chair. She unfastened her bra and put it on her top, then pulled off her socks, unbuttoned her skirt and slid her knickers down before picking up the lot and piling them together on top of the washing machine.

When Tania came back into the room with a basket of clothes under one arm Louisa was sitting naked at the kitchen table, pretending to study the crossword on the back of the newspaper. Her heart was beating hard in her chest and her breathing was short and rapid as she pretended to concentrate.

“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Tania teased Louisa, who ignored her.

Tania looked admiringly at Louisa’s slender legs, crossed at the knee, and the delicate, pointed foot at the end of it. She crouched down and opened the washing machine door and threw in her clothes and Louisa’s before selecting the coolest wash setting and starting the cycle.

“So, it looks like you’re naked for the next couple of hours, huh?” Tania continued to tease, and Louisa continued to ignore her.

Tania stood behind Louisa, who was still pretending she was solving the crossword puzzle. She brushed Louisa’s blonde hair away from her neck and then ran her hand around her shoulder and back again, then across her perfect, soft breast onto an equally perfect, hard nipple. She felt Louisa’s breath shudder as she cupped her breast. She leant down to Louisa’s ear. Louisa was still facing her crossword puzzle, but her eyes were closed. Tania blew lightly in her ear and whispered. “What shall we do now, then?

Louisa simply sighed in response and Tania ran her other hand across her girlfriend’s bare shoulder and down to gently stroke her other breast. Louisa’s head rocked back and Tania kissed her neck. She moved her right hand down, sliding it between Louisa’s legs, until she felt wonderful soft, moist yielding flesh which she began to rub gently. It had only taken a few seconds and Louisa was starting to pant, but Tania didn’t want this to be over so quickly.

They were interrupted by the sound of ringing and Tania’s phone buzzed and vibrated across the table. “Rebecca” read the name, and Tania decided it was worth answering, as much to tease Louisa as anything. She heard Louisa exhaled deeply as she took her hands away.

Read the rest of the story, and much more, in Naked Women in Shorts, available for the Kindle.

Chapter four of The Lady and Camilla is up on Literotica. Following the late-night cocktail demonstration from Camilla in chapter three, the next morning sees Her Ladyship regretting the way she neglected her husband on the previous night and enlists Camilla’s help in rectifying the situation on his birthday.

I had expected her to turn her back, or even to leave the room, but she unfastened one button at a time in silence. A thought suddenly dawned on me that this was theatre for my benefit, to show me that she wasn’t embarrassed by her body, as she had seemed every time the issue had come up before. She looked up and saw me following her fingers and I caught a flash in her eye that might have meant something else: was she wondering if I would like what I saw?

With this new realisation I took up my new role in the performance and took a step back to sit in an armchair a few feet across the room. I crossed my legs and sat to watch the slow striptease unfold in front of me.

You can read chapter 4 on Literotica, and, if you missed it (or want to start again), chapter one is here.

The two girls stepped through the doors into a large, wood-panelled room containing around forty to fifty people. Sherine felt her legs shaking with fear, fear which grew as heads turned towards them, looked them up and down and smiled.

“Go! Do your job!” the waiter commanded from beside them. Brandy felt a hand in the small of her back that pushed her into the room. “And smile!” the waiter hissed loudly after them.

With fake smiles fixed on their faces, the two young, naked women walked into the crowd.

“I’m going to kill Teri and Nicole next time I see them,” Brandy said to Sherine out of the side of her mouth.

“Yeah. They totally knew what was going to happen and didn’t say anything. No wonder they didn’t want to do it!”

As they walked slowly around the room the guests took glasses and canapés from them. Everyone was wearing designer outfits, either smart casual or sophisticated evening wear, and it was obvious there was a lot of money in the room.

“Do you reckon rich peoples parties are always like this, Brandy?” Sherine asked her friend. “Maybe they all have naked waitresses and we’ve never found out about it before?”

Read the rest of the story, and much more, in Naked Women in Shorts, available for the Kindle.