The Upper Hand

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It was surreal, but everyone started going back about their business. There were glances in my direction, but everyone was pretending it was just a normal day. I didn’t know what was going on, but I was determined not to let it get to me.

With slow, deliberate steps I walked through the middle of the office towards my desk. I don’t know what it says about me but now, with the initial shock over with, I felt a smile growing on my lips.

I’d worn a few fairly skimpy outfits in the office before, although nothing unprofessional, but sitting nude in my chair was an entirely different experience. But still, as I turned on my laptop and started to look through my e-mails, it began to feel almost natural.

There seemed to be nothing more urgent than usual so I stood up and walked to the kitchen to get myself some coffee. A hush fell over the room as heads turned towards me and I realised that, somehow, without even knowing what was going on, I had the upper hand.

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Naked For A While

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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?”

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Do As The Teacher Says

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Jessica sat back on the piano stool and started playing. She genuinely could feel the freedom as her shoulders swayed with the movement of the piece. She felt as if the piano were leading her through the music rather than the other way around, and she was so lost in playing that she forgot that she was sitting in her underwear.

Miss Ashdown let Jessica play all the way through the sonata, and finally Jessica stopped with her fingers resting gently on the keys, her eyes closed, savouring the moment.

“You see what you can do?” she heard Miss Ashdown whisper. Jessica nodded and smiled.

“Now,” Miss Ashdown continued, “We know you can play with more freedom, but you need to play with more passion. I know it’s in you; it must be at your age. Come. I’ll show you something.”

Miss Ashdown took Jessica’s hand and she allowed herself to be led across the room.

“Look at this,” Miss Ashdown said, pointing at a framed black and white photo on the wall. It showed a young woman in a loose but low-cut evening dress with a plunging neckline and a long slit up one side. She was sitting at a piano and playing in front of what must have been hundreds of people inside a concert hall.

“That was me,” Miss Ashdown told her, “when I was only a few years older than you are now.”

Jessica looked at Miss Ashdown. She was used to thinking of her teacher as, well, a teacher. She might have said that she was attractive, if she was asked, but she had never even thought of it before. She looked back at the photo; she could see the passion on the young woman’s face, in the way her body was arched over the piano keys and by the graceful line of her calf as her foot just touched a pedal. It was an incredibly beautiful image, but also somehow an intensely sexual one.

“I was making love to the keys that night,” Miss Ashdown said, momentarily lost in memory, “And there wasn’t a man in the house that didn’t wish he was the one to escort me home to see where my energy would find an outlet next. And maybe a few women there did too.” Jessica looked up at Miss Ashdown who gave her a mischievous wink.

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A New Naked Route

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The final step came when, one late afternoon, I walked out to the car in my bikini, wearing my tallest heels and sunglasses to hide my eyes. I caught a sight of my reflection in the door mirror as I walked and it made me stop. I felt like I was the very essence of sex appeal. And then, I realised that I needed to get rid of my safety net. I unclipped my bikini top and untied the bottoms and tossed them back on the porch. I continued the walk to the car naked and climbed in, feeling like a supermodel and wishing that someone was there to see me.

I pressed the starter button and the V8 engine roared into life. I carefully checked the fuel gauge: I had well over half a tank and I was only going to be out for an hour. I was all set.

I pulled out of the driveway, onto the suburban road and cruised slowly past the few houses that dotted the hillside. I had never driven this part naked before and I realised that if anyone happened to look out of a first floor window then they would be looking right down at me, and they would recognise me and the car. I also realised that I didn’t care what they thought, and the risk even turned me on.

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Even The Scrunchy Goes

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Suddenly, the tension from her bra released and she shrugged it off her shoulders. Iris’s mouth fell open again as she stared at Selena’s dark nipples. She had the most beautiful breasts despite, or maybe because of, their small size.

Selena dropped her bra beside her and put her hands by her sides. Then, she lifted herself in her seat, and Iris realised what was happening as she rocked forwards and then sat back up twirling a small piece of black lace around her finger. She tossed it onto the rest of her clothes.

Iris leant to one side to look up and down the full length of her friend’s naked body. Selena sat back in her chair, picked up her wine glass and stared back at Iris. She wasn’t even making an effort to cover her breasts.

Iris looked around the room again. Every head was turned towards them, staring at Selena. She looked back at her friend who seemed entirely unconcerned by the attention she was getting. If anything, she was sitting straighter than before, her chest pushed out a little.

Then, as if it had just occurred to her, she reached her hands behind her head. Her breasts lifted, looking even more perfect than before. She ran her fingers through her hair and pulled out the scrunchy that was keeping her bun in place. She dropped it onto the table and shook her hair free. It fell in thick, golden locks across her bare shoulders.

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A Pale Beauty

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I turned around, and found myself, rarely for someone of my small height, even in my two inch heels, looking straight into the eyes of Natasha.

Natasha was petite, she was blonde, and she was smiling and offering me her hand to shake. “Hi, I’m Natasha,” she said, her eyes fixed on me all the time.

“I’m Rupa. Pleased to meet you,” I replied, taking her delicate hand in my own and trying to appear confident as I shook it.

“Oooh, I love your English accent,” Natasha said with a smile. I had heard that plenty of times tonight already and I wondered if Americans were taught to say that at school.

“I love your, er,” I said as I looked her up and down, desperate to pay a compliment in return. “I love your tattoos.” Natasha had a magnificent set of multi-coloured tattoos: on her arms, on her shoulders, on the tops of her feet and her ankles, spiralling up her leg and thigh and across her stomach. Oh yes, now I remember the important part of describing Natasha, and why I was surprised, or even shocked, at meeting her. I’m able to describe Natasha’s tattoos in such detail because Natasha was entirely naked.

“Why, thank you,” she said, looking down at herself. I joined her in staring at the young naked body in front of me and wondered whether I was dreaming. “I’ve been collecting them for years. I started with a few small ones like this.” She twisted around and pointed to an owl tattooed on her shoulder before turning back quickly as I tried to tear my eyes away from the way her tiny breasts wobbled as she spun around. “And this was next,” she said as she twisted her leg outwards and pointed to a small butterfly at the top of her inner thigh, although all I could think of was that I was staring directly at her immaculately shaved vagina. “That one was for an old boyfriend, who wanted something that only he would see.” She shrugged and her breasts wobbled again. “I guess everyone gets to see it now.”

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First Time Seduction

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The funny thing was, the more I flirted, and the more I gave her what I thought she wanted, the more shy and embarrassed she became. And the more shy and embarrassed she got, the cuter she got and the easier it was to flirt. It was a vicious, delicious cycle.

I moved my hand away from the back of the sofa and gently stroked her gorgeous red hair. It made her even more uncomfortable, and I smiled half in amusement and half in pleasure. I’d never tried seducing a woman before and it was a whole lot of fun, but boy did it take a lot longer than seducing a guy.

I found myself, as if by accident, leaning much closer to her, and then the mixture of fear and expectation in her eyes drew me into the next logical step and I kept leaning, closing my eyes at the last moment as my lips touched hers.

She didn’t really do much in terms of returning the kiss, but her lips were lovely and soft against mine. That was two women in one day I’d kissed now. It truly was a voyage of discovery.

I pulled my head away a couple of inches and she leant back a little and giggled.

“Oh my god,” she said, “I thought you were straight?”

I shrugged: I am, I thought, or I thought I was.

Her face began to glow. “I’m all embarrassed now,” she said.

“How come?”

“Everyone’s watching us, I’m sure,” she said, “They’ve never seen me with anyone before… and you’re naked. It’s pretty hot.”

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A Long Walk

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“We’re in room 1418,” I told her. “I need to settle the bar tab. You go to the room and wait for me.”

“But…” her eyes went wide, “Like this?” She looked down at herself. I smiled. “Naked?”

I shook my head. “Of course not,” I said, and she relaxed a little, “I’ll let you keep your boots on.”

“No way!” she said.

I shrugged. “Have it your way. I’ll carry your boots too.”

She tensed up again and glared across the table at me. I had a feeling that I had taken things as far as I could. Actually, I was surprised that things had gone this far at all.

“You owe me,” Katherine said, and then suddenly she was sliding herself out of the booth. “Room 1418?” she asked. I nodded.

She stood by the side of the table with the keycard in her hand. I stared at her tall, thin, golden, perfect body. Her nipples stood on end. I couldn’t wait to feel them in my mouth.

She turned and walked towards the elevators. I shuffled to the end of the seat and watched her retreating figure. And then, I looked around, and saw the remaining twenty or so people in the restaurant, and both barmen, all doing the same. Her hips swayed slightly as each boot struck the floor and I marvelled at the presence of mind she had to maintain such a dignified walk.

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Anything You Can Do

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“I really hate you right now,” Iris told her as she leant forwards and, reaching behind her, she unfastened her bra. She quickly pulled it off her arms and dropped it onto the rest of her clothes. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her knickers and slid them down her legs, letting them fall around her feet. She kicked them to one side.

Selena grinned as she stared across at her friend. Iris’s breasts were even smaller than her own, but still beautiful with round, pink nipples. She watched as they rose and fell as Iris inhaled and exhaled.

“So, here we are then,” she said to Iris.

“Yes, here we are.” Iris felt distinctly less comfortable like this than Selena seemed to. She daren’t look around the room. She leant forwards, rested her arm on the table and picked up her wine glass in her other hand. She involuntarily glanced at Selena’s breasts again. For the first time, she wondered what they would feel like; would they would fell the same as her own. Her lips pursed slightly.

“Here we are,” Selena said, “Just two naked girls having a drink.”

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A Performance

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Her shoulders shrugged beneath the thick coat. “Why not,” she said, “This café has a good selection.”

She looked around the room with her strange manner again. She was like a bird, watchful for predators perhaps, and her eyes seemed to rest on each other customer for a fraction of a second before dismissing them as a threat.

I turned around in my stool to look for a waiter and put my hand in the air to attract his attention. I had lost some of my English reserve during my time as a journalist, but, as was to become apparent, not as much as I thought.

I must have been looking away from Mia for no more than two or three seconds but by the time I turned back the fur coat was gone and I was suddenly in the presence of Mia the performance artist. Or, more precisely, Mia the naked performance artist.

I wasn’t sure what the etiquette was, so I said nothing. I was incapable of saying anything as she sat there, seemingly oblivious to her nudity, not even paying attention to how I reacted.

I had seen plenty of photos and videos during my research for this interview but, in the flesh, it was obvious what a truly beautiful woman Mia was. Her skin was a delightful soft cream colour and appeared flawless, although I was trying hard not to stare. There was barely an inch of fat on her and, as she sat with her legs crossed, I wondered if I was just imagining the whole thing.

I looked around the café. It was obvious from some other reactions that I wasn’t dreaming, but although there were glances in her direction, and comments between groups at tables, it wasn’t quite the seismic reaction that I would have expected.

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.

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