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25/03/2010
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!”
Without doubt Carol had her assets. Outwardly, she was a unpretentious tomboy who, freed from the restraint of wearing a nurses’ uniform at work, would throw on the first top she found in her wardrobe before pulling on her jeans. Indeed, Carol herself would’ve freely admitted she wasn’t the most fashion-conscious girl in the world- for instance, I’d just noticed when she was stripping off in front of me that her the colours of her bra and panties didn’t match.
I’d never seen Carol nude, but I’d watched her when she was wearing a bikini while she’d taken part- very successfully- in the hospital staff’s swimming and diving competitions. Accordingly, I knew she had a strong, fit and athletic body but was by no means musclebound. Where I’d been mistaken was to underestimate the size of her superb breasts, which were exceptionally impressive when bare. (I momentarily speculated whether it was the size of those “lungs” that enabled her to swim underwater for more than the entire length of the pool during the hospital competitions!) Her neat pubic hair proved that, like me, she was a genuine blonde. She was, as I noted at the time, one of those girls who looked better without clothes than with them.
So Carol was by no means unattractive. But the fact that her bare body was turning on another girl was surprising to me- and embarrassing to Carol. Much to my amusement, her face turned bright red and she curled her bare toes.
“I just thought we should even things up,” she complained, attempting to turn Mandy’s remark into a joke. “The trouble is that this prude”- she pointed at me- “wouldn’t join me.”
Mandy giggled. “Aren’t you finding it too warm, Tracy?” she enquired. I was, but I had no intention of admitting it. Going to the naked extremes that Mandy and Carol had done just so they could stay cool wasn’t on my agenda. I was determined to remain fully clothed, even if I was uncomfortably hot. Consequently, I shook my head in reply.
“Perhaps you should turn the heating up for her, Mandy.” Carol’s voice was sarcastic.
“There’s no need to be like that,” I replied. “You two obviously feel the heat more than I do.” It was a downright lie- I was really feeling far too warm- but I was hoping to change the subject.
No such luck.
“You know, you really do look out of place in here with your clothes on,” Mandy insisted. “There’s nobody else around but we three girls. You could strip too if you want to.”
“No,” I muttered. “I’m fine.” I was beginning to feel agitated by the way the conversation was going. The heat didn’t help.
“Oh, well- have it your own way.” Mandy sounded resigned and, temporarily, I felt relieved. But I hadn’t counted on the unexpected contribution of Carol, my so-called best friend and work colleague.
“Look, Tracy,” she stated. “You’re a nurse and I’m a nurse. We both know only too well the consequences of the human body overheating. You’re obviously far too hot and we don’t want you passing out on us.” She looked at Mandy, a wicked smile on her face before continuing “We’re going to have to do something, Mandy, for her own good.”
“What’s that?” enquired Mandy.
Carol voice transcended into a joyful yelp. “STRIP HER!”
“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!”
Without doubt Carol had her assets. Outwardly, she was a unpretentious tomboy who, freed from the restraint of wearing a nurses’ uniform at work, would throw on the first top she found in her wardrobe before pulling on her jeans. Indeed, Carol herself would’ve freely admitted she wasn’t the most fashion-conscious girl in the world- for instance, I’d just noticed when she was stripping off in front of me that her the colours of her bra and panties didn’t match.
I’d never seen Carol nude, but I’d watched her when she was wearing a bikini while she’d taken part- very successfully- in the hospital staff’s swimming and diving competitions. Accordingly, I knew she had a strong, fit and athletic body but was by no means musclebound. Where I’d been mistaken was to underestimate the size of her superb breasts, which were exceptionally impressive when bare. (I momentarily speculated whether it was the size of those “lungs” that enabled her to swim underwater for more than the entire length of the pool during the hospital competitions!) Her neat pubic hair proved that, like me, she was a genuine blonde. She was, as I noted at the time, one of those girls who looked better without clothes than with them.
So Carol was by no means unattractive. But the fact that her bare body was turning on another girl was surprising to me- and embarrassing to Carol. Much to my amusement, her face turned bright red and she curled her bare toes.
“I just thought we should even things up,” she complained, attempting to turn Mandy’s remark into a joke. “The trouble is that this prude”- she pointed at me- “wouldn’t join me.”
Mandy giggled. “Aren’t you finding it too warm, Tracy?” she enquired. I was, but I had no intention of admitting it. Going to the naked extremes that Mandy and Carol had done just so they could stay cool wasn’t on my agenda. I was determined to remain fully clothed, even if I was uncomfortably hot. Consequently, I shook my head in reply.
“Perhaps you should turn the heating up for her, Mandy.” Carol’s voice was sarcastic.
“There’s no need to be like that,” I replied. “You two obviously feel the heat more than I do.” It was a downright lie- I was really feeling far too warm- but I was hoping to change the subject.
No such luck.
“You know, you really do look out of place in here with your clothes on,” Mandy insisted. “There’s nobody else around but we three girls. You could strip too if you want to.”
“No,” I muttered. “I’m fine.” I was beginning to feel agitated by the way the conversation was going. The heat didn’t help.
“Oh, well- have it your own way.” Mandy sounded resigned and, temporarily, I felt relieved. But I hadn’t counted on the unexpected contribution of Carol, my so-called best friend and work colleague.
“Look, Tracy,” she stated. “You’re a nurse and I’m a nurse. We both know only too well the consequences of the human body overheating. You’re obviously far too hot and we don’t want you passing out on us.” She looked at Mandy, a wicked smile on her face before continuing “We’re going to have to do something, Mandy, for her own good.”
“What’s that?” enquired Mandy.
Carol voice transcended into a joyful yelp. “STRIP HER!”
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Tracy H