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Meeting An Old School Friend. Naked.

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“Yes,” Sasha turned to Alice, “Give him his clothes back.”

“When I went to all that effort to get them off him?” Alice replied derisorily, “And besides: it’s obvious he’s loving it, isn’t it?”

“He just needs a little more vodka,” Rosie said, and she picked up my glass from the table and sat beside me to hold it against my lips. I was more distracted by the feeling of her bare leg and her skirt against my skin as I sipped. The alcohol went to my head as soon as I swallowed.

My cock was still waving, and I wasn’t even sure it had stopped growing. I think it was already bigger than it had ever been before.

“I don’t think your boxer shorts will fit you any now,” Sasha said, the mischievous expression still on her face. I tried to smile in reply while my face was burning with embarrassment.

“Well, Rosie,” Alice said to her, “Thank you for introducing me to an experience I never expected to have.”

“What? Sitting around with a naked guy?”

Read the rest of the story in The Undergraduate

Nothing But A Chain

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“Well,” she said, and Tina handed her a shiny, silver chain, around three or four feet long, “When I said ‘something to wear’, you may have misinterpreted me.” Her hands returned to my neck with the chain and I felt her fumbling. Then we she lowered her hands, the chain was still between her fingers, but I realised that the other end was attached to me. More specifically: it was attached to the collar around my neck. The long chain hung between us and Lisa stepped back, taking up some of the slack. I was still staring at her, my mouth open.

“So, anyway,” she said, watching my reaction carefully, “Something to wear…” She tailed off, waving the chain back and forth, her fingers holding a thin leather loop at the other end. I felt its movement translated through a gentle tugging of my neck from one side to the other.

‘Something to wear’ was not the same as ‘an outfit’. She had never said ‘an outfit’. I felt suddenly angry at her that she had misled me, but I couldn’t really pinpoint where.

“But…” I started to say. But I can’t stand around like this.

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Driving In Heels

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My first solo driving adventures hadn’t been entirely naked, of course, and while I was learning I was dressed as only the most demure librarian would be, so anxious was I that my instructor might discern my secret yearning.

Once I was qualified, I started going out in an opaque bra, one that really could be a bikini top, and a skirt or shorts below. The air was pleasant on my skin but I missed the feeling of danger, even when I skipped the safety net of keeping a blouse on the passenger seat.

I then went to a two-piece bikini without a skirt, but that was almost everyday clothing around here. Although it had gained a few stares the first time I mis-planned my journey length and had to stop at a gas station to fill up. The coastal parts of California may see their fair share of leggy beach types, but they’re less common this far from the sea. I think I made the day of a couple of truckers and one garage owner, and I wonder how many times they watched the surveillance video. I regretted that I hadn’t taken along some heels to slip into rather than the flat sneakers I prefer to drive in, but then I’m not doing this for everyone else’s benefit, am I?

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Sripped Naked At The Bar

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Louisa was feeling much less confident now. It was one thing being an exhibitionist by dancing around in a short dress, but another entirely to be sitting there naked. She’d never thought Tania would go through with this, not even right at the end when every button was undone. Even then, she thought Tania would back down and call an end to the joke. Her face started to redden and Trisha and Rebecca both started to feel bad for either not helping or for helping too much.

“Well,” Rebecca said, “Shall I get another drink in.” Trisha laughed, as much for a release as anything.

“I don’t know,” said Tania, “Isn’t it Louisa’s round?”

She received a hard stare in reply.

“Oh no,” Tania continued, “Louisa got the last one. Shame.” She looked down at Louisa’s bare legs. She wasn’t sure how mad Louisa really was now. She’d seemed to be going along with it for a while. Maybe she’d gone too far after all.

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

Naked Body Shots

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The next half an hour passed with giggling and more tequila shots. Brandy and Sherine felt relaxed, leaning back on the leather sofas with the boy band superstars, just casually naked. This evening was turning out alright after all.

Brandy, leaning back in her seat, stretched her hands above her head, pushing her chest out as she did. It felt wonderfully free, now that alcohol had removed her last inhibitions. She noticed Damian glance at her breasts as she arched her back and she smiled at Sherine. Maybe tonight would lead somewhere else, if they were lucky.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea. Have you ever heard of body shots?” Damian asked Brandy.

Brandy half shook her head as she thought. “You mean shots like photography?” she asked. She’d already had the paparazzi; did Damian want to take photos of her too? Maybe she’d agree to that, under the right circumstances.

“Uh-uh.” He shook his head and then glanced at Russ with eyes full of mischief. “So, Nicole, you…”

Brandy lifted a finger and stopped Damian mid-sentence. “Brandy,” she interrupted. She’d had enough of trying to remember her fake name and whether she was Nicole or Teri.

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

Undressing For Mrs Cooper

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“Nice to see you again,” I said. I still couldn’t call her Kay, and I knew that if I called her Mrs Cooper she would tell me to call her Kay. It was easier just not to use either. I made my way to the kitchen with my bag of washing.

“No visitors this week?” I asked as I pulled my t-shirt over my head.

Mrs Cooper smiled. “That was a bit mean of me last week. Not to tell you. But I thought if I did, you might get self-conscious and… well, that would be silly, wouldn’t it?”

I pulled my trousers off and handed them to her, feeling as self-conscious as ever as I stood in my boxer shorts while she loaded the machine. My erection was a little late in arriving this week but as I removed my last item of corner I could see my penis sticking out straight in front of me and slowly lurching its way upwards. Mrs Cooper showed no sign of embarrassment, and I’m not sure that she even noticed it.

Read the rest of the story in The Undergraduate

A New Experience For Christina

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“My brother went through online dating,” Elaine said beside her, although Christina barely registered the words. She felt hands on the outside of her thighs, one on each side. She didn’t know whose they were but she let out a long sigh as they slid up her skin.

“Yeah,” Elaine continued, “The problem was, he was just looking for blonde bimbos.”

The hands on Christina’s hips hooked into the elastic of her knickers and pulled downwards. She felt the fabric sliding over her skin. She lifted her buttocks a little as they continued to pull. Slowly, the small piece of cotton slipped over her thighs, then down her calves. She felt hands around her ankles that lifted her feet off the ground as her last item of clothing was taken from her.

She took deep breaths, trying not to think that she was sitting naked. But the feeling of Judith’s and Elaine’s dresses on her skin was a constant reminder. A hand touched her shoulder and she let out a small gasp as if an electric shock had passed through her.

Karen and Annabel went back to leaning on Christina’s thighs. It was a glorious sight, looking up at her naked body. Karen licked her lips as she stared at Christina’s perfectly circular nipples.

Read the rest of Amongst Friends, and 11 other ENF stories, in Just ENF

Only A Glass To Hide Behind

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““Good idea,” Nhu shrugged, and then stood, taking her champagne glass with her. She went and sat at one end of their sofa. Georgia followed her and sat at the other. They looked back at the dining area, for the first time seeing the full length of...

“Good idea,” Nhu shrugged, and then stood, taking her champagne glass with her. She went and sat at one end of their sofa. Georgia followed her and sat at the other. They looked back at the dining area, for the first time seeing the full length of Lisa’s beautiful, naked body with little white socks on each foot. They smiled at each other: this was going to do wonders for their sex life tonight too.

Lisa felt suddenly nervous at the idea of leaving the cover of the table, but from where the two girls sat she wasn’t covered anyway. She stood and picked up her glass. Georgia and Nhu tried not to stare as she walked towards them, but they were unable to control themselves.

Lisa stood in front of them with her champagne glass in her hand, suddenly feeling very nervous again. She didn’t want to sit on the foot stool opposite the couch, and she didn’t want to remain standing on display, although there was some pleasure to be had in seeing the lust in their eyes.

“Here,” Georgia said, shuffling up a couple of inches and patting the spot on the sofa between her and Nhu.

Lisa didn’t see how she could back out of the offer, so she stepped over and twisted herself around to back onto the sofa. She put her champagne glass on the floor and slid back into the seat.

Automatically, she put her feet up on the padded footstool opposite. Georgia and Nhu smiled at each other as they looked down at her slim, shapely legs and the short socks that she still wore on each foot.

Read the rest of Birthday Dinner, and 11 other ENF stories, in Just ENF

Naked With Mia

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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.

Read the rest of Interview With An Artist, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts

Take It All Off

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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.

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