As Long As I Have My Coat

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Oh dear, Susan giggled. Well, it was just a bit of fun, wasn’t it? If she kept her coat buttoned, who would know what she had on beneath it? Or know that it was nothing except her bra? And knickers of course, she reminded herself. And besides, her cleavage did look good, and the coat would show just enough neck to hint at it.

She took another look in the mirror, as she stood there in her faded bra and knickers. It was decision time. Before she could change her mind she stuffed the old blouse and sweater into the bin in the corner of the changing room and took her coat off the rack. Okay, now just be careful, she said to herself as she buttoned the coat from top to bottom and tied the belt around her waist.

She looked in the mirror again. There were a few inches of calf visible below the hem of the coat, but this was still “nice” Susan looking back at her. What leg you could see looked good, but you couldn’t see the curve of the calf line, or the smoothness of the skin as it ran up to the knee. She bent down and undid a button, and then another. If she pushed her right leg forward the coat split to a couple of inches above the knee, but no more. It certainly showed no more than the skirt would do.

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The Focus Of Attention

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My body tingled as I glanced at the onlookers. I saw photos being taken and, this time, there was no doubt that I was the one drawing attention. I grinned and began to wave my body to the music again, revelling in the feeling of the cool air on my bare skin.

Sue let go of my hand and Martha released the other one taking my bra with her. She handed it to Kathy, still walking hand-in-hand with Tan behind us, and pushed it into Martha’s rucksack along with the rest of my clothes.

Sue and Martha had dropped their hands to their sides, but I wasn’t done waving. I had been a cheerleader at school and I moved well to music. And besides, my breasts looked amazing when I held my hands above my head.

I was receiving no end of whistles and cheers from the crowd and I began to skip in circles as we walked along. The four girls around me smiled at each other, and I realised they were probably enjoying the show as much as most of the women at the parade. And the great thing was: this was Pride, and no-one cared, including me.

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More Sexy Than Naked

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“It’s the shoes that really do it for you.” Natasha filled in the silence where I was searching for a way to change the subject. “Those dainty strappy little heels, they’re just totally sexy and glam at the same time, and your feet are gorgeous.”

I looked down at my feet and shoes. I did have nice feet, and the thin stilettos did set my legs off nicely.

“That’s why I stay barefoot as well,” Natasha continued, “Can you imagine what I’d look like in those heels? The boys would think I was begging for it.”

Natasha had a point. Somehow, she was just naked, or nude, or whatever she might want to call it, but it wasn’t like a stripper was nude. She was sexual, but not just sexual. It’s hard to explain, but somehow sexuality wasn’t what defined her nakedness.

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Ignoring The Dress Code

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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 leaned 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.

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I Envy Your Nudity

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“I envy you,” she said, “It’s wonderful to be nude in the rain.”

I could have strangled her: if it’s that great then why didn’t you just do it and leave me as I was?

We arrived in the main square. There were a handful of people, apparently tourists, and all holding umbrellas. The rain was too heavy to be outside without one. Some of them looked in our direction and pointed and muttered to each other. I folded my arms across my chest and tried to huddle in on myself.

“Are you cold?” Mia asked me.

“No,” I said, “I just don’t want to be here.”

But that didn’t seem to matter to Mia. Maybe I should have claimed to feel the chill and hope for some sympathy, but it still felt very warm despite the rain.

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Revenge Is A Dish Best Served Naked

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I put my hand to the top button of her jeans. “One button.” Pop. “Two buttons.” Pop. “Three buttons.” Pop. I unfolded the flap of denim revealing the plain, white knickers beneath.

“I’m so going to get you for this,” she said to me, but her eyes were sparkling.

“Er, excuse me,” I said, “Which one of us is naked here?”

“Yeah,” she said, “But you like it.”

“Oh, right, you deserve this,” I said, and I pulled at the top of her jeans and shuffled backwards down her legs at the same time. She squirmed even more, although that made it easier to get the jeans out from beneath her. I pulled them down as far as her knees and then shifted my position to sit across her thighs again.

I hadn’t realised quite how slim she was when she was wearing these unflattering jeans, but her thighs were so toned that I decided I was going to have to convince her to wear shorts and skirts a whole lot more after this. Assuming we were still friends after tonight, of course.

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The Women You Meet On The Train

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“Been a tough year, more like,” she answered. Now she had my attention, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. “They make us wear all this,” she looked down at herself and I followed her gaze, right down to her elegant, shapely legs and the bright red shoes on her feet. “And we all know it’s just to keep the men occupied gawping at us on the flight.” I could see why that would happen.

She suddenly stood in front of me, feet together, one leg slightly bent at the knee and her hand on her hip. “They just make us look ridiculous.”

I looked her up and down again: she looked like a dream come true, but I didn’t think saying so would help. Nor was I about to agree that she looked ridiculous.

“This jacket is always pinching at the waist,” she continued, and as she spoke she unfastened the single button that held it closed, shrugged it off her shoulders, slid it down her arms and held it out in front of her as if she’d found a dead rat in her kitchen. She looked at it in disgust.

“Well, screw them, and their uniform,” she said, and she threw the jacket out of the window. I watched as the wind took hold of it and it flapped into the bushes by the side of the tracks. My first thought was that it looked far too expensive a jacket to be throwing away, but then the thought was erased instantly.

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