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25/03/2010
The weather was hot on Saturday afternoon when we rode to Mandy’s home, which was (to our mild surprise) located in a fairly wealthy area of town. Mandy answered the door barefoot and in a black silk dressing gown- I remember thinking at the time that it was a bit late in the day for her to have just rolled out of bed! She told us to leave our helmets in the hall before leading us into the sumptuous main room of the house.
Then she invited us to take our bike jackets off before removing her dressing gown and standing before us completely naked.
I must have looked a bit stunned. “I feel more comfortable in this weather without clothes,” she explained, collecting our jackets and padding across the luxurious carpet in the room to hang them on wall-mounted coat pegs. “It doesn’t bother you if I don’t wear anything, does it?”
“No- we’re nurses, aren’t we?” Carol had answered for both of us, but, in fact, I was experiencing the secret thrill of being clothed in the company of a woman who was nude. It’s a female thing- I felt as though I was one-up on her, less vulnerable and superior to her as a result, especially as she was a girl of my own age.
We sat on a huge couch, drank coffee and went through the owners’ manuals as I sneaked sideways glances at Mandy’s bare body. Even as a girl myself I could see it was magnificent. She had wonderful, shapely breasts, a small dark triangle in the area of her pleasure pit, a pert bottom and nice, strong legs. Her long, jet-black hair made her look particularly exotic- exquisite, even. Her bare feet were small but her toes were perfectly-formed. Like Carol and I, she was devoid of make-up and nail varnish.
Mandy took our empty coffee cups back to the kitchen. Carol sighed.
“It’s still too warm in here, even without our jackets,” she said. “Tell you what- let’s even things up and strip off ourselves. It’ll be a laugh when Mandy comes back.”
“But…” I began, doubtfully.
“C’mon, Tracy! Don’t be a party-pooper,” urged Carol. “Besides anything else, it’s unfair to Mandy that she’s nude and we’ve got our clothes on.” So saying, she pulled her black T-shirt over her head and was soon naked to the tips of her toes. “Mmm. That feels a lot better,” she murmured, blissfully.
Once again a shiver of excitement ran through me as I was confronted with a naked female while I was wearing clothes. It was an unequal situation with the balance tipped towards me, as I wasn’t exposed and she was. I liked that immensely. I think all women do, really.
Carol giggled as she anticipated Mandy’s reaction when she returned- as she did about thirty seconds later. As soon as she saw the naked Carol her eyes widened. But did I detect more than a trace of lust in that look?
“Ooooh!” breathed Mandy, with genuine desire, “I could fancy you myself!”
Then she invited us to take our bike jackets off before removing her dressing gown and standing before us completely naked.
I must have looked a bit stunned. “I feel more comfortable in this weather without clothes,” she explained, collecting our jackets and padding across the luxurious carpet in the room to hang them on wall-mounted coat pegs. “It doesn’t bother you if I don’t wear anything, does it?”
“No- we’re nurses, aren’t we?” Carol had answered for both of us, but, in fact, I was experiencing the secret thrill of being clothed in the company of a woman who was nude. It’s a female thing- I felt as though I was one-up on her, less vulnerable and superior to her as a result, especially as she was a girl of my own age.
We sat on a huge couch, drank coffee and went through the owners’ manuals as I sneaked sideways glances at Mandy’s bare body. Even as a girl myself I could see it was magnificent. She had wonderful, shapely breasts, a small dark triangle in the area of her pleasure pit, a pert bottom and nice, strong legs. Her long, jet-black hair made her look particularly exotic- exquisite, even. Her bare feet were small but her toes were perfectly-formed. Like Carol and I, she was devoid of make-up and nail varnish.
Mandy took our empty coffee cups back to the kitchen. Carol sighed.
“It’s still too warm in here, even without our jackets,” she said. “Tell you what- let’s even things up and strip off ourselves. It’ll be a laugh when Mandy comes back.”
“But…” I began, doubtfully.
“C’mon, Tracy! Don’t be a party-pooper,” urged Carol. “Besides anything else, it’s unfair to Mandy that she’s nude and we’ve got our clothes on.” So saying, she pulled her black T-shirt over her head and was soon naked to the tips of her toes. “Mmm. That feels a lot better,” she murmured, blissfully.
Once again a shiver of excitement ran through me as I was confronted with a naked female while I was wearing clothes. It was an unequal situation with the balance tipped towards me, as I wasn’t exposed and she was. I liked that immensely. I think all women do, really.
Carol giggled as she anticipated Mandy’s reaction when she returned- as she did about thirty seconds later. As soon as she saw the naked Carol her eyes widened. But did I detect more than a trace of lust in that look?
“Ooooh!” breathed Mandy, with genuine desire, “I could fancy you myself!”
Poster:
Tracy H
