Student House
Part 1
When I was 37 my husband of 18 years decided to leave me for a younger model. He also left me with a mortgage. My income from my job was not enough to make ends meet with the cost of all the changes in my life. So living in a university town I decided to let out some rooms. The first year passed without incident. The second year due to the university building some new student housing saw the interest in my rooms dwindle so instead of letting all three I only managed to let two.
The first girl Emma was 19. She had had a gap year and started a year later than most students. She was very old for her age having tracked around the world and spent time helping natives in some jungle in some unheard of land. The other girl was Lisa 18. She was very bonny and definitely still a child rather than a women. Around bonfire night my soon to be complete ex-husband asked me to meet him in town for a meal to settle some small issues over things we were still sorting out. We got into a argument over this. Quite frankly I behaved like a spoiled child. This meant that I left much earlier than planned and drove home.
As I turned into the driveway I could not believe what appeared in my headlights. Emma and Lisa were midway down the drive. Behind them was another girl that I had met once or twice before. Her name was Lillian. She was in her early to mid twenties, doing a PhD. Lillian as usual was dressed in her rather bohemian, gypsy look, plenty of colour and gold jewellery. Emma and Lisa had their left and right arms respectively wrapped around their upper torso. Their other arms extended down their body to cover their pubic area. Other than their arms they had no other covering on their body. Yes, completely naked.
I could hear their squeal above the engine of the car. They both unwisely unwrapped their arms revealing that Lisa was not a true blonde. Emma was raven black and very bushy. Emma’s round bottom wobbled nicely as she darted for the rear of the house. Lisa’s much pert bottom seemed to slice the night. I wished I had a bottom like hers I thought, hell, I’d settle for Emma’s. In a flash I saw what my hubby saw every night on his new twenty something. This just made me even madder.
I pulled up and went in. The girls were busy trying to finish dressing. Lillian was standing there just smiling. The other two seemed very embarrassed and very displeased with Lillian. “Don’t even speak to me” I said and pushed through them to my room. I quickly changed out of my evening wear and returned to the kitchen to make a cup of tea before going to bed. The girls I think had decided discretion was the better part of valour and had disappeared out.
An uneasy week passed without us speaking about it. I just felt too embarrassed to tell the truth and I had cooled off and put it down to some young high jinx. One afternoon home early from work I found Emma sitting in the kitchen drinking tea. She made me a cup and we sat talking about nothing in particular.
“I should explain,” she began and proceeded to tell me the tale of the night. It seemed even more fanciful than me actually catching them. Lillian was into some weird stuff and the girls had bumped into her doing the weird stuff and found they liked to be made to do the weird stuff and Lillian found she liked making them do it as much as she liked to do it herself. I was quiet shocked but asked Emma to be careful and not do it around the house, neighbours and all that.
Well a few weeks later Lillian was around and I was out shopping. I said goodbye and departed. I got to the end of the road and suddenly remembered that I had left my dry cleaning ticket on the kitchen table. Not to worry I thought they knew me and would just hand it over. Just my luck a new girl was on the counter and did not know me from Adam and insisted on the ticket. I thought that by the time I went into town and did my shopping they would be closed so I would pop back home just 10 minutes away for the ticket.
I pulled up on the road outside my house having turned around already for ease of getting straight away. I walked up to the house and put my key in the inner front door lock. Just as I did Lisa appeared in the hall way running towards the front door. She saw me and came to a stop. She quickly turned around and dashed back to the kitchen where she had came from. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back. This had allowed me an uninterrupted view of her rich brown patch which was in stark contrast to her platinum blonde bonnet and rose pink nipples.
Once inside I made my way to the kitchen. Lisa and Emma were both begging Lillian to hurry up. The reason for their frantic pleading was that as I now saw Lillian was having difficulty unlocking the handcuffs of Lisa and a very naked Emma. Emma was sat in a kitchen chair hands cuffed in front of her trying her best to alternately conceal breasts and pubes. Lillian stopped. “I can explain,” Lisa began. I walked into the kitchen and picked up the ticket and left the way I came.
We did not speak about that day. I just once more accepted it. Nearer to Christmas I returned home from work a little later than usual as a result of last minute sales to process. I pulled up in the driveway and noticed that my bedroom light was on. I immediately thought burglars. So quite why I then walked into the house by myself I do not know. Lillian was sitting in the living room reading a magazine. “Hello” I said, “Where are the girls?” Her answer could have blown me over with a feather if it was not for the fact that I was too shocked to faint.
“They weren’t prepared to flash you again so I left them in your room.” Well that was enough to blow me over but the next bit so stunned me that it acted as a counter blow, “I told them that you are really into being flashed and probably have thought about it yourself but they still weren’t keen so I’ve taught them a lesson”.
I just turned around and walked up stairs. Emma was the first I noticed. As I turned into my doorway she was sitting on my dressing stool facing the open door completely naked as I already expected. Her hands were cuffed behind her back and her legs cuffed at the ankles. The keys were strung around her neck on a silver chain. All other jewellery had been removed. Lisa was I noticed as I stepped into the room sat in the corner at the opposite end of the wall to the door. Completely naked her hands bound with rope to my chair’s back at the point where it meets the seat and her ankles bound by rope to the cross bar between the front legs. Lisa seemed the most embarrassed. Emma seemed resigned if that is the right word to describe her lack of concern. I undid Lisa first who immediately ran off to dress. I noticed the lovely slight movement of her small firm pointed breasts and the fact that her nipples had spiked. Emma stood and smiled and looked into my eyes. “I think Lillian’s is right,” she said and brushed past me to walk around the bed to the door. At the door she looked back and I smiled.
We all sat downstairs and it was uneasy. “I’ll make us some tea,” I said to give myself an excuse to leave the uneasy silence and do something. The girls eventually moved and set the table and soon we broke out into strained conversation. The house slowly returned to life and we started laughing about what had just happened. The girls then told me a little more of their adventures which deeply shocked me but also had me amused and laughing at their near escapes from discovery.
We opened some wine and sat down to have our meal. It was just lovely. The girls were intelligent and very self-assured which was my old self before the break-up of my marriage. I wondered if I would ever feel that again. Perhaps because I was thinking this the topic changed to my marriage and my awful husband. More wine flowed and the girls opened up about boyfriends and some horrible experiences. The girls cleared up and I sat at the kitchen table slowly getting very tipsy. Emma then asked if I had ever done anything weird in my younger days. “What do you mean younger days? I’m still young and can have fun,” they both laughed but Lillian just smiled.
We found ourselves in the living room with another bottle or two of wine. The conversation drifted back to the earlier events. I found myself saying that the girls had a right to their lives and to display their bodies if they wished but they should be careful of the neighbours. Lillian said I worried too much about the neighbours. We all laughed. Lillian then said, “Does this mean I can flash them at you when I like and make them streak?” I smiled and said they were free to do whatever. I was very drunk. “See girls I told you she’d be all right about a Christmas flash,” Lillian said.
“Christmas flash” I said.
The first girl Emma was 19. She had had a gap year and started a year later than most students. She was very old for her age having tracked around the world and spent time helping natives in some jungle in some unheard of land. The other girl was Lisa 18. She was very bonny and definitely still a child rather than a women. Around bonfire night my soon to be complete ex-husband asked me to meet him in town for a meal to settle some small issues over things we were still sorting out. We got into a argument over this. Quite frankly I behaved like a spoiled child. This meant that I left much earlier than planned and drove home.
As I turned into the driveway I could not believe what appeared in my headlights. Emma and Lisa were midway down the drive. Behind them was another girl that I had met once or twice before. Her name was Lillian. She was in her early to mid twenties, doing a PhD. Lillian as usual was dressed in her rather bohemian, gypsy look, plenty of colour and gold jewellery. Emma and Lisa had their left and right arms respectively wrapped around their upper torso. Their other arms extended down their body to cover their pubic area. Other than their arms they had no other covering on their body. Yes, completely naked.
I could hear their squeal above the engine of the car. They both unwisely unwrapped their arms revealing that Lisa was not a true blonde. Emma was raven black and very bushy. Emma’s round bottom wobbled nicely as she darted for the rear of the house. Lisa’s much pert bottom seemed to slice the night. I wished I had a bottom like hers I thought, hell, I’d settle for Emma’s. In a flash I saw what my hubby saw every night on his new twenty something. This just made me even madder.
I pulled up and went in. The girls were busy trying to finish dressing. Lillian was standing there just smiling. The other two seemed very embarrassed and very displeased with Lillian. “Don’t even speak to me” I said and pushed through them to my room. I quickly changed out of my evening wear and returned to the kitchen to make a cup of tea before going to bed. The girls I think had decided discretion was the better part of valour and had disappeared out.
An uneasy week passed without us speaking about it. I just felt too embarrassed to tell the truth and I had cooled off and put it down to some young high jinx. One afternoon home early from work I found Emma sitting in the kitchen drinking tea. She made me a cup and we sat talking about nothing in particular.
“I should explain,” she began and proceeded to tell me the tale of the night. It seemed even more fanciful than me actually catching them. Lillian was into some weird stuff and the girls had bumped into her doing the weird stuff and found they liked to be made to do the weird stuff and Lillian found she liked making them do it as much as she liked to do it herself. I was quiet shocked but asked Emma to be careful and not do it around the house, neighbours and all that.
Well a few weeks later Lillian was around and I was out shopping. I said goodbye and departed. I got to the end of the road and suddenly remembered that I had left my dry cleaning ticket on the kitchen table. Not to worry I thought they knew me and would just hand it over. Just my luck a new girl was on the counter and did not know me from Adam and insisted on the ticket. I thought that by the time I went into town and did my shopping they would be closed so I would pop back home just 10 minutes away for the ticket.
I pulled up on the road outside my house having turned around already for ease of getting straight away. I walked up to the house and put my key in the inner front door lock. Just as I did Lisa appeared in the hall way running towards the front door. She saw me and came to a stop. She quickly turned around and dashed back to the kitchen where she had came from. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back. This had allowed me an uninterrupted view of her rich brown patch which was in stark contrast to her platinum blonde bonnet and rose pink nipples.
Once inside I made my way to the kitchen. Lisa and Emma were both begging Lillian to hurry up. The reason for their frantic pleading was that as I now saw Lillian was having difficulty unlocking the handcuffs of Lisa and a very naked Emma. Emma was sat in a kitchen chair hands cuffed in front of her trying her best to alternately conceal breasts and pubes. Lillian stopped. “I can explain,” Lisa began. I walked into the kitchen and picked up the ticket and left the way I came.
We did not speak about that day. I just once more accepted it. Nearer to Christmas I returned home from work a little later than usual as a result of last minute sales to process. I pulled up in the driveway and noticed that my bedroom light was on. I immediately thought burglars. So quite why I then walked into the house by myself I do not know. Lillian was sitting in the living room reading a magazine. “Hello” I said, “Where are the girls?” Her answer could have blown me over with a feather if it was not for the fact that I was too shocked to faint.
“They weren’t prepared to flash you again so I left them in your room.” Well that was enough to blow me over but the next bit so stunned me that it acted as a counter blow, “I told them that you are really into being flashed and probably have thought about it yourself but they still weren’t keen so I’ve taught them a lesson”.
I just turned around and walked up stairs. Emma was the first I noticed. As I turned into my doorway she was sitting on my dressing stool facing the open door completely naked as I already expected. Her hands were cuffed behind her back and her legs cuffed at the ankles. The keys were strung around her neck on a silver chain. All other jewellery had been removed. Lisa was I noticed as I stepped into the room sat in the corner at the opposite end of the wall to the door. Completely naked her hands bound with rope to my chair’s back at the point where it meets the seat and her ankles bound by rope to the cross bar between the front legs. Lisa seemed the most embarrassed. Emma seemed resigned if that is the right word to describe her lack of concern. I undid Lisa first who immediately ran off to dress. I noticed the lovely slight movement of her small firm pointed breasts and the fact that her nipples had spiked. Emma stood and smiled and looked into my eyes. “I think Lillian’s is right,” she said and brushed past me to walk around the bed to the door. At the door she looked back and I smiled.
We all sat downstairs and it was uneasy. “I’ll make us some tea,” I said to give myself an excuse to leave the uneasy silence and do something. The girls eventually moved and set the table and soon we broke out into strained conversation. The house slowly returned to life and we started laughing about what had just happened. The girls then told me a little more of their adventures which deeply shocked me but also had me amused and laughing at their near escapes from discovery.
We opened some wine and sat down to have our meal. It was just lovely. The girls were intelligent and very self-assured which was my old self before the break-up of my marriage. I wondered if I would ever feel that again. Perhaps because I was thinking this the topic changed to my marriage and my awful husband. More wine flowed and the girls opened up about boyfriends and some horrible experiences. The girls cleared up and I sat at the kitchen table slowly getting very tipsy. Emma then asked if I had ever done anything weird in my younger days. “What do you mean younger days? I’m still young and can have fun,” they both laughed but Lillian just smiled.
We found ourselves in the living room with another bottle or two of wine. The conversation drifted back to the earlier events. I found myself saying that the girls had a right to their lives and to display their bodies if they wished but they should be careful of the neighbours. Lillian said I worried too much about the neighbours. We all laughed. Lillian then said, “Does this mean I can flash them at you when I like and make them streak?” I smiled and said they were free to do whatever. I was very drunk. “See girls I told you she’d be all right about a Christmas flash,” Lillian said.
“Christmas flash” I said.
“Yes.” Said Lillian. “Tonights the last night we’d be together before we head off home for Christmas. They have to flash at certain times and tonight is one of those times”. I was intrigued is all I could say. They had told me of their adventures but not any rationale behind them. Lillian now informed me that the girls had been playing a game, and Lillian emphasized it was a strip game, and they had lost. The losers had to flash the winner, Lillian, once a week for the number of weeks of their age and tonight had been flash number ten.
“I bet you flashed and streaked in your youth didn’t you Alison?” Lillian said. The girls now looked for a answer that I’d ducked earlier.
I nodded reticently.
“Oh do tell” Emma said enthusiastically.
I briefly outlined a drunken night in a bar in Ibiza with hubby and a day out at a beach where I streaked to the water. The girls just smiled and said that neither of those really counted as flashing or streaking. I said if they did not what did. We started to have a friendly argument and Lillian broke into it with a action speaks louder than words. She was sitting opposite me, in the arm chair. I was on the large sofa with Emma and Lisa was laid out on the little sofa. Lillian pulled up her outer sweatshirt type top and t-shirt underneath as well as her bra and said, “This is a flash” I just laughed along with the others. “I dare you to flash yours Ally,” Emma said. I, now shocked, began to laugh and double over. “Go on. Dare you” Emma said. I just shook my head my sides hurting with the struggle to stop myself laughing.
“Go on. I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me yours,” Emma said. I was now nearly wetting myself with the strangest of feelings. I found myself shocked yes, but also considering it, and just running with tears of laughter. Lillian spoke, “Lisa give Ally some encouragement. Do a topless corners”.
I briefly outlined a drunken night in a bar in Ibiza with hubby and a day out at a beach where I streaked to the water. The girls just smiled and said that neither of those really counted as flashing or streaking. I said if they did not what did. We started to have a friendly argument and Lillian broke into it with a action speaks louder than words. She was sitting opposite me, in the arm chair. I was on the large sofa with Emma and Lisa was laid out on the little sofa. Lillian pulled up her outer sweatshirt type top and t-shirt underneath as well as her bra and said, “This is a flash” I just laughed along with the others. “I dare you to flash yours Ally,” Emma said. I, now shocked, began to laugh and double over. “Go on. Dare you” Emma said. I just shook my head my sides hurting with the struggle to stop myself laughing.
“Go on. I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me yours,” Emma said. I was now nearly wetting myself with the strangest of feelings. I found myself shocked yes, but also considering it, and just running with tears of laughter. Lillian spoke, “Lisa give Ally some encouragement. Do a topless corners”.
Lisa did not hesitate. She stood up and pulled up and off her jumper revealing her belly button stud ring as she did. It had been a recent addition to her look. She discarded the jumper and pulled up and off the t-shirt underneath. Now just in plain white bra she reached behind and unhooked it. I was transfixed watching this, too drunk to object, not so drunk to not be quite intrigued and curious as to what a ‘corners’ was.
The bra removed without covering Lisa walked first over to the room door corner. This meant that she had to come right to the end of the sofa I sat on. As she passed I could clearly see her naked breasts and her lovely pink enlarged nipples. The solid small pointed breasts did slightly move at their tips as she walked. Otherwise they were firm and stable. I wished that my older and more saggy breasts were like that. Even in my youth they were round soft and jelly like and medium sized. Lisa now crossed along the wall to the corner behind Lillian’s chair having to reach over to touch that giving Lillian a very good eyeful. She then walked back to the corner of her sofa before crossing past the curtain covered window to Emma’s corner and sofa end. She then walked up the length of the sofa affording me another great view of her assets in slow slight motion. At the door she once more crossed the room diagonally to retake her position on the sofa. She did not bother to cover herself but sat there breasts on show.
“So, go on then your turn,” Emma said.
The bra removed without covering Lisa walked first over to the room door corner. This meant that she had to come right to the end of the sofa I sat on. As she passed I could clearly see her naked breasts and her lovely pink enlarged nipples. The solid small pointed breasts did slightly move at their tips as she walked. Otherwise they were firm and stable. I wished that my older and more saggy breasts were like that. Even in my youth they were round soft and jelly like and medium sized. Lisa now crossed along the wall to the corner behind Lillian’s chair having to reach over to touch that giving Lillian a very good eyeful. She then walked back to the corner of her sofa before crossing past the curtain covered window to Emma’s corner and sofa end. She then walked up the length of the sofa affording me another great view of her assets in slow slight motion. At the door she once more crossed the room diagonally to retake her position on the sofa. She did not bother to cover herself but sat there breasts on show.
“So, go on then your turn,” Emma said.
“I couldn’t do that,” I found myself saying.
Emma smiled, “That would be nice but you’re too chicken for that but I bet you dare do a quickie flash”. Well that did something. The inferring that I was a chicken. The wine, the hedonism and the insult combined to make me utter life changing words. “I dare do anything you girls dare do,” I said knowing full well that I was now slurring my words.
The atmosphere was electric. “Well then we all need to start off even” Lillian said. Emma looked at me “We need to flash first,” and with that she lifted her t-shirt and pulled her bra clearer to reveal her round full soft white doe like breasts with brown nipples which stood out against the whiteness of her breasts. The fact that they where brown had not escaped me. She had been pregnant at some time. Mine had never had the pleasure of changing. I reached for the buttons of my work blouse and slowly looking each in the eye in turn before lowering my eyes to concentrate on undoing the buttons which was not easy being as drunk as I was. I pulled the blouse from my skirt and then wondered and thought deep inside my head that it was stupid just to flash I might as well just take my blouse off. So I undid my cuffs and slipped the blouse off my shoulders. The blouse slipped down my arms and I pulled my hands free leaving the blouse around my hips and waist on the sofa. My purple lace bra on show made me shiver with cold excitement. Funny how you cool when excited. I now reached behind for my bra clip and unhooked it. The tension sprang out and the bra lurched forward. I slipped the straps off my shoulder and cradling it briefly in my arms and then allowed the bra to be pulled away by hands which were no longer mine to command. I sat there topless with the bra in my lap the straps still around my wrists. The girls looked at my breasts appreciatively. “Wow”, “Their lovely”, “Your fantastic”.
Emma now pulled off her top in one elegant practised motion to sit beside me topless. I knew what came next I thought but then realised Lillian was still dressed. Lisa noticed my puzzled look and said, “Lillian is in charge until we have paid off our debts or won a game and can escape her rule” it seemed perfectly reasonable to me in my drunken state.
I stood on some insane autopilot and walked across the room diagonally to Lisa’s corner and sofa end. I started out with my arms crossed limply over my breasts. I slowly as I neared the corner and needing to reach out to touch it dropped them away to raise my right arm to make outstretched contact with the alcove wall. I then turned and walked past the fire place toward Lillian, my naked breasts on show to her and my naked back to Lisa. I had to reach over Lillian almost dropping my breasts and myself into her lap due to my drunken unsteadiness. I then turned for the door corner and saw the strange pile of clothes on the sofa. A white work blouse and purple bra discarded. I knew they were mine but still wondered who had left them there. My nakedness now seemed real for the first time and I shuddered. I now turned and walked the length of the sofa to the end Emma sat on. She looked great just sitting there topless revealed, her white bits in stark contrast to her otherwise tanned torso. I wondered for the first time how I looked to them topless, I wished to be a fly on my own wall looking at myself. I then crossed the window and this time less self-conscious paid attention to the topless Lisa. I began to contrast her breasts with Emma’s and wished mine were up to the mark. I touched once more the alcove before turning to walk diagonal back to my starting point. This time the white work blouse and purple bra shouted, “Hey Ally you’re naked” not quite thank God but I wondered for a moment too long.
I now sat in my position wondering whether or not I should cover and trying to, only to then feel uneasy at the others wanton nakedness, decided to ‘let it all hang out’. Emma stood and crossed diagonally to Lillian and reached over her to touch the corner. She hung there for longer than necessary to flaunt her naked breasts. Lillian seemed appreciative and I heard the sound of a brief suck. Emma pulled away sharply and turned to now walk to the door corner passing my sofa end. I could see the clear glow of saliva around her areola. Now I could look up to her and see her lovely round jelly donut type breasts sway gentlely with her forward motion. She turned and walked to her own corner her tanning booth brown back to me. She turned and walked to Lisa who smiled broadly. Emma over reached again flauntedher breasts at Lisa. She turned back to her mistress and once more you heard the sound of a quick suck. This would have normally freaked me out but I was past freaking. Emma returned to her seat and curled up her legs but remained on show otherwise.
‘Dare you do this?” Lillian said. I looked at her. She looked over to Emma. “Monte Vardia Emma”. Emma swallowed and slowly raised to her feet. Lillian pushed the puffy out from the bottom of her armchair to the middle of the room. Emma pushed off her shoes using toes and heel. While she undid the button of her jeans. I knew what was coming but sat there topless, shivering with cold and excitement, very drunk now, head wine filled clouds of fog I could do nothing but watch. The zip was pulled down to reveal the glimpse of white knickers. Emma pulled the waistband out and then pushed the jeans down off her hips. The knickers moved to follow but braked themselves naturally. The jeans reached mid thigh and Emma now looked at me wanting to see my reaction. I was incapable of a reaction. The jeans continued down her legs to her knees then still holding them and bending so that her breasts moved out from her body, what a delightful sight, to her ankles for her to step out. I thought for a moment that was it. She would straighten up and pause. But no she now smiled wildly and pushed her thumbs into her knickers and all smiles and excitement pushed the knickers slowly tantalizingly and provocatively over her hips the upper portion of her black bush coming into show with a thin white line between it and her tanned abdomen. She now slowly pushed the knickers past her bush revealing all of its mysteries and a white triangle outlined traced around it by the limits of her tanning. The knickers were left mid thigh as she straightened fully then wriggled her body so that it shook the knickers to her ankles and made her breasts fill me with a need. Now naked except for socks she raised first her right then her left foot and pulled the socks off by their toes to reveal two dainty feet, exquisite. She now walked quite naked to the middle of the room and stepped up on to the puffy. This brief action revealed momentarily the pink of her secret lips. I would have to remember that both for posterity and personal safety. She placed her arms straight out at shoulder height with her body side on to me. I could see the outer curve of her bum which now drew me. Her bush and breasts where still in view but had been seen avidly. She slowly turned her body around first clockwise denying me her precious orb but slowly it was revealed and she turned slow enough to ensure plenty of feasting. Once back in her starting position she now turned slowly anti-clockwise. This motion ensured maximum vision of this delightful young women. She stopped and stepped down, turned her head back to me and smiled. She walked to her seat and sat down.
“Right Ally, you.re up next. Monte Vardia,” Lillian said.
I swooned with drunkenness as I stood. Was I really going to do this? Someone thought but not me. I stepped out of my work heels and let my nylon clad feet touch the rich pile carpet. Normally I would have changed on coming home but finding two naked young girls in your bedroom is likely to cause such normal trivia to slip your mind. I reached behind and undid my skirts button before pulling down the short zip of my pencil skirt. It proved tighter than usual to push down over my hips. It crackled as in rubbed over my tights. Bending slightly I was aware of the show my naked upper body was giving. My breasts fell away from my body and for the first time my nipples responded. I could see Lisa notice and signal the others who soon caught on and this just caused a chain reaction feedback loop. I could see Lillian leaning over the arm of her chair to look closely. The skirt crackled down my nylon legs under its own weight and gravity as I stood fully up. It heaped around my ankles and I stepped out and towards the centre of the room. I now reached for the waistband of my tights and bent slightly noticing my purple thong through my black nylons. I pushed them down being careful not to dislodge the thong needlessly. I did not wish to reveal anything more than I need to, too early. I pushed the nylon to mid thigh clearly revealing my thong and bare bottom cheeks to Emma. Bent double, my nylons at my knees I had to push them slowly down to my ankles then push the nylon heels past my heels on off my feet. My round 36c’s bobbed nicely as I did. I now straightened and tried not to image myself standing there in just thong but I could not help my own curiosity.
Nothing for it now. Thumbs in and deep breathe girl, I thought. Count to ten quickly, one, two, three, four, five, six, (slight push), seven, eight, nine, and on ten one smooth effortless push of the thong to ankles, bend completely double, then step out and stand up straight, thong in hand to turn slightly right to be able to drop them on sofa.
Now naked I pushed my facial hair back out of reflex and stood uneasily waiting for an instruction that never came. I fidgeted for about ten seconds before taking one step forward then up onto the puffy. Its softness caused me to wobble until I could find my drunken feet. I was facing Lisa and suddenly remembered the display Emma gave and wondered if Lisa and, my God, Lillian too saw such a display by me. Arms out straight I now slowly turned first clockwise towards Lillian revealing myself to her fully frontal, my rear now fully to Emma. I slowly turned to reveal my rear to Lisa the front of me nervously to the door. I had imaginings of strangers bursting through and seeing. I turned past the pile of discard clothes, purple underwear on the sofa with snow white blouse, skirt and tights and shoes in a line from the sofa towards the middle of the room as I had advanced discarding them. I now faced Emma, Lillian having the benefit of my too big fat arse. Now sober shall we say full round bottom. Continuing on to face the curtains I diligently had the presence of mind to check there was no opening gap. Now facing Lisa I completed my first turn and began the counter clockwise rotation, once more checking the curtains before facing Emma and mooning Lillian. Then back to the door and rear to Lisa. Before the double finale of full frontal to Lillian and moony to Emma. I stepped down and took up my place on my sofa.
Lisa now stood. She reached down for her pixy boots and undid first the left zip then the right. She then stood up straighter and raised her left leg. She grabbed the heel and pulled the boot off. Straightening fully she let the boot drop by her side catching the sofa edge as it dropped. Then repeated the action with her right dropping to the room floor near the fire place hearth. She now reached up under her mini skirt and fiddled a bit to get the edge of her black and dark grey horizontal stripped tights. Once they were firmly in her grasp her skirt raised up on her lower arms and wrists she pushed the tights down, slowly at first then with a jerk to be rolled up around her upper thighs. The pink cotton of her panties could now also be seen rolled into them. Her dark brown neat bush peeked out like a bristly hedgehog. She pushed the nylon and cotton roll down her thighs to her knees then bending completely to her ankles before forcing them off over her feet. This was obviously a well practised move. Her firm pointed breasts did not once betray her young nymphet features. Her pink nipples were almost on fire. She now stood up, straightened her mini and reached behind for her mini’s button and zip which thrust her breasts in my direction. There was a snap and then a metallic zerrrrr as the zip was pulled down. I held my breath waiting. The mini hung there and then she pushed it hard over her small bony hips, no fat on this chick. It fell with a crumpled sound on the pile carpet. She stood gloriously naked just letting us see. She then took up her position for the Monte Vardia.
She raised her arms to shoulder height and faced me directly. Her dark brown patch was clear enough to see and count individual hairs. Her pink nipples seemed to poke my lusting eyes out. I was now very aware that I was in some way turned on by this wanton display we were all making. Lillian’s clothed state was conscious to me to and seemed to make our state more debouched. My nakedness came flooding back to me and I roamed my hands over my body instinctively.
Lisa now began her slow rotation first clockwise turning to Emma back to Lillian. Then frontal past the curtain. Would we turn so slowly if they were open? I wondered. Now rear to me I realised just how elf like this young girl was wih no sign of womanhood yet. She continued to turn to face Lillian then back to face me once more. I could now see glistening her secret lips through her brown thatch covering and smell her scent. She turned anti-clockwise back to Lillian then around slowly to Emma before once more settling on me. A pause and then she broke the spell by stepping down and returning to her seat kicking her skirts, tights and panties and boots out of her way before she did.
Silence now fell.
It remained silent for what seemed like a life time of regrets. Then Lillian spoke. “Do you remember the first time you saw the girls naked?” she asked.
The atmosphere was electric. “Well then we all need to start off even” Lillian said. Emma looked at me “We need to flash first,” and with that she lifted her t-shirt and pulled her bra clearer to reveal her round full soft white doe like breasts with brown nipples which stood out against the whiteness of her breasts. The fact that they where brown had not escaped me. She had been pregnant at some time. Mine had never had the pleasure of changing. I reached for the buttons of my work blouse and slowly looking each in the eye in turn before lowering my eyes to concentrate on undoing the buttons which was not easy being as drunk as I was. I pulled the blouse from my skirt and then wondered and thought deep inside my head that it was stupid just to flash I might as well just take my blouse off. So I undid my cuffs and slipped the blouse off my shoulders. The blouse slipped down my arms and I pulled my hands free leaving the blouse around my hips and waist on the sofa. My purple lace bra on show made me shiver with cold excitement. Funny how you cool when excited. I now reached behind for my bra clip and unhooked it. The tension sprang out and the bra lurched forward. I slipped the straps off my shoulder and cradling it briefly in my arms and then allowed the bra to be pulled away by hands which were no longer mine to command. I sat there topless with the bra in my lap the straps still around my wrists. The girls looked at my breasts appreciatively. “Wow”, “Their lovely”, “Your fantastic”.
Emma now pulled off her top in one elegant practised motion to sit beside me topless. I knew what came next I thought but then realised Lillian was still dressed. Lisa noticed my puzzled look and said, “Lillian is in charge until we have paid off our debts or won a game and can escape her rule” it seemed perfectly reasonable to me in my drunken state.
I stood on some insane autopilot and walked across the room diagonally to Lisa’s corner and sofa end. I started out with my arms crossed limply over my breasts. I slowly as I neared the corner and needing to reach out to touch it dropped them away to raise my right arm to make outstretched contact with the alcove wall. I then turned and walked past the fire place toward Lillian, my naked breasts on show to her and my naked back to Lisa. I had to reach over Lillian almost dropping my breasts and myself into her lap due to my drunken unsteadiness. I then turned for the door corner and saw the strange pile of clothes on the sofa. A white work blouse and purple bra discarded. I knew they were mine but still wondered who had left them there. My nakedness now seemed real for the first time and I shuddered. I now turned and walked the length of the sofa to the end Emma sat on. She looked great just sitting there topless revealed, her white bits in stark contrast to her otherwise tanned torso. I wondered for the first time how I looked to them topless, I wished to be a fly on my own wall looking at myself. I then crossed the window and this time less self-conscious paid attention to the topless Lisa. I began to contrast her breasts with Emma’s and wished mine were up to the mark. I touched once more the alcove before turning to walk diagonal back to my starting point. This time the white work blouse and purple bra shouted, “Hey Ally you’re naked” not quite thank God but I wondered for a moment too long.
I now sat in my position wondering whether or not I should cover and trying to, only to then feel uneasy at the others wanton nakedness, decided to ‘let it all hang out’. Emma stood and crossed diagonally to Lillian and reached over her to touch the corner. She hung there for longer than necessary to flaunt her naked breasts. Lillian seemed appreciative and I heard the sound of a brief suck. Emma pulled away sharply and turned to now walk to the door corner passing my sofa end. I could see the clear glow of saliva around her areola. Now I could look up to her and see her lovely round jelly donut type breasts sway gentlely with her forward motion. She turned and walked to her own corner her tanning booth brown back to me. She turned and walked to Lisa who smiled broadly. Emma over reached again flauntedher breasts at Lisa. She turned back to her mistress and once more you heard the sound of a quick suck. This would have normally freaked me out but I was past freaking. Emma returned to her seat and curled up her legs but remained on show otherwise.
‘Dare you do this?” Lillian said. I looked at her. She looked over to Emma. “Monte Vardia Emma”. Emma swallowed and slowly raised to her feet. Lillian pushed the puffy out from the bottom of her armchair to the middle of the room. Emma pushed off her shoes using toes and heel. While she undid the button of her jeans. I knew what was coming but sat there topless, shivering with cold and excitement, very drunk now, head wine filled clouds of fog I could do nothing but watch. The zip was pulled down to reveal the glimpse of white knickers. Emma pulled the waistband out and then pushed the jeans down off her hips. The knickers moved to follow but braked themselves naturally. The jeans reached mid thigh and Emma now looked at me wanting to see my reaction. I was incapable of a reaction. The jeans continued down her legs to her knees then still holding them and bending so that her breasts moved out from her body, what a delightful sight, to her ankles for her to step out. I thought for a moment that was it. She would straighten up and pause. But no she now smiled wildly and pushed her thumbs into her knickers and all smiles and excitement pushed the knickers slowly tantalizingly and provocatively over her hips the upper portion of her black bush coming into show with a thin white line between it and her tanned abdomen. She now slowly pushed the knickers past her bush revealing all of its mysteries and a white triangle outlined traced around it by the limits of her tanning. The knickers were left mid thigh as she straightened fully then wriggled her body so that it shook the knickers to her ankles and made her breasts fill me with a need. Now naked except for socks she raised first her right then her left foot and pulled the socks off by their toes to reveal two dainty feet, exquisite. She now walked quite naked to the middle of the room and stepped up on to the puffy. This brief action revealed momentarily the pink of her secret lips. I would have to remember that both for posterity and personal safety. She placed her arms straight out at shoulder height with her body side on to me. I could see the outer curve of her bum which now drew me. Her bush and breasts where still in view but had been seen avidly. She slowly turned her body around first clockwise denying me her precious orb but slowly it was revealed and she turned slow enough to ensure plenty of feasting. Once back in her starting position she now turned slowly anti-clockwise. This motion ensured maximum vision of this delightful young women. She stopped and stepped down, turned her head back to me and smiled. She walked to her seat and sat down.
“Right Ally, you.re up next. Monte Vardia,” Lillian said.
I swooned with drunkenness as I stood. Was I really going to do this? Someone thought but not me. I stepped out of my work heels and let my nylon clad feet touch the rich pile carpet. Normally I would have changed on coming home but finding two naked young girls in your bedroom is likely to cause such normal trivia to slip your mind. I reached behind and undid my skirts button before pulling down the short zip of my pencil skirt. It proved tighter than usual to push down over my hips. It crackled as in rubbed over my tights. Bending slightly I was aware of the show my naked upper body was giving. My breasts fell away from my body and for the first time my nipples responded. I could see Lisa notice and signal the others who soon caught on and this just caused a chain reaction feedback loop. I could see Lillian leaning over the arm of her chair to look closely. The skirt crackled down my nylon legs under its own weight and gravity as I stood fully up. It heaped around my ankles and I stepped out and towards the centre of the room. I now reached for the waistband of my tights and bent slightly noticing my purple thong through my black nylons. I pushed them down being careful not to dislodge the thong needlessly. I did not wish to reveal anything more than I need to, too early. I pushed the nylon to mid thigh clearly revealing my thong and bare bottom cheeks to Emma. Bent double, my nylons at my knees I had to push them slowly down to my ankles then push the nylon heels past my heels on off my feet. My round 36c’s bobbed nicely as I did. I now straightened and tried not to image myself standing there in just thong but I could not help my own curiosity.
Nothing for it now. Thumbs in and deep breathe girl, I thought. Count to ten quickly, one, two, three, four, five, six, (slight push), seven, eight, nine, and on ten one smooth effortless push of the thong to ankles, bend completely double, then step out and stand up straight, thong in hand to turn slightly right to be able to drop them on sofa.
Now naked I pushed my facial hair back out of reflex and stood uneasily waiting for an instruction that never came. I fidgeted for about ten seconds before taking one step forward then up onto the puffy. Its softness caused me to wobble until I could find my drunken feet. I was facing Lisa and suddenly remembered the display Emma gave and wondered if Lisa and, my God, Lillian too saw such a display by me. Arms out straight I now slowly turned first clockwise towards Lillian revealing myself to her fully frontal, my rear now fully to Emma. I slowly turned to reveal my rear to Lisa the front of me nervously to the door. I had imaginings of strangers bursting through and seeing. I turned past the pile of discard clothes, purple underwear on the sofa with snow white blouse, skirt and tights and shoes in a line from the sofa towards the middle of the room as I had advanced discarding them. I now faced Emma, Lillian having the benefit of my too big fat arse. Now sober shall we say full round bottom. Continuing on to face the curtains I diligently had the presence of mind to check there was no opening gap. Now facing Lisa I completed my first turn and began the counter clockwise rotation, once more checking the curtains before facing Emma and mooning Lillian. Then back to the door and rear to Lisa. Before the double finale of full frontal to Lillian and moony to Emma. I stepped down and took up my place on my sofa.
Lisa now stood. She reached down for her pixy boots and undid first the left zip then the right. She then stood up straighter and raised her left leg. She grabbed the heel and pulled the boot off. Straightening fully she let the boot drop by her side catching the sofa edge as it dropped. Then repeated the action with her right dropping to the room floor near the fire place hearth. She now reached up under her mini skirt and fiddled a bit to get the edge of her black and dark grey horizontal stripped tights. Once they were firmly in her grasp her skirt raised up on her lower arms and wrists she pushed the tights down, slowly at first then with a jerk to be rolled up around her upper thighs. The pink cotton of her panties could now also be seen rolled into them. Her dark brown neat bush peeked out like a bristly hedgehog. She pushed the nylon and cotton roll down her thighs to her knees then bending completely to her ankles before forcing them off over her feet. This was obviously a well practised move. Her firm pointed breasts did not once betray her young nymphet features. Her pink nipples were almost on fire. She now stood up, straightened her mini and reached behind for her mini’s button and zip which thrust her breasts in my direction. There was a snap and then a metallic zerrrrr as the zip was pulled down. I held my breath waiting. The mini hung there and then she pushed it hard over her small bony hips, no fat on this chick. It fell with a crumpled sound on the pile carpet. She stood gloriously naked just letting us see. She then took up her position for the Monte Vardia.
She raised her arms to shoulder height and faced me directly. Her dark brown patch was clear enough to see and count individual hairs. Her pink nipples seemed to poke my lusting eyes out. I was now very aware that I was in some way turned on by this wanton display we were all making. Lillian’s clothed state was conscious to me to and seemed to make our state more debouched. My nakedness came flooding back to me and I roamed my hands over my body instinctively.
Lisa now began her slow rotation first clockwise turning to Emma back to Lillian. Then frontal past the curtain. Would we turn so slowly if they were open? I wondered. Now rear to me I realised just how elf like this young girl was wih no sign of womanhood yet. She continued to turn to face Lillian then back to face me once more. I could now see glistening her secret lips through her brown thatch covering and smell her scent. She turned anti-clockwise back to Lillian then around slowly to Emma before once more settling on me. A pause and then she broke the spell by stepping down and returning to her seat kicking her skirts, tights and panties and boots out of her way before she did.
Silence now fell.
It remained silent for what seemed like a life time of regrets. Then Lillian spoke. “Do you remember the first time you saw the girls naked?” she asked.
I nodded remembering seeing them naked in the driveway and mind’s eye. “Well we know you dare flash, and strip and parade but dare you streak? Not like at the beach when no one cares but right here right now?” I sat quietly motionless just absorbing the comment. I could not move. I was transfixed. I was already playing two films simultaneously in my mind. One of the girls caught in my headlights and one of me caught in the headlights of a stranger’s car. Then my heart pounded as the stranger turned into my neighbours. I shook my head.
“You said you dare do what the girls dare do,” Lillian reminded me. I sat quietly hoping this dream would end and I’\ would wake up. Lisa stood and Emma followed. Lillian stood and reached out her hand for mine. Instinctively I offered it up to her. She crossed the room, took it and pulled my naked body up. She pulled me to the door and pushed the handle down and pulled it open. I could now see into my dark hallway with no lights. The two naked youngsters behind me. Lillian stepped out into the hall and reached for the light switch. The lights burst on and shocked me with its ferocity of intimidating inquisitive light. Lillian pulled me into the hall. The block wood floor felt cold to my feet and I looked down towards the front door and its revealing glass window. Thank you for the outer solid wood door. In the day time the outer door stood open. I remembered seeing Lisa here naked cuffed and I flinched in worry. Lillian felt it and said. “Don’t worry. You must have been naked in your hall before.”
“You said you dare do what the girls dare do,” Lillian reminded me. I sat quietly hoping this dream would end and I’\ would wake up. Lisa stood and Emma followed. Lillian stood and reached out her hand for mine. Instinctively I offered it up to her. She crossed the room, took it and pulled my naked body up. She pulled me to the door and pushed the handle down and pulled it open. I could now see into my dark hallway with no lights. The two naked youngsters behind me. Lillian stepped out into the hall and reached for the light switch. The lights burst on and shocked me with its ferocity of intimidating inquisitive light. Lillian pulled me into the hall. The block wood floor felt cold to my feet and I looked down towards the front door and its revealing glass window. Thank you for the outer solid wood door. In the day time the outer door stood open. I remembered seeing Lisa here naked cuffed and I flinched in worry. Lillian felt it and said. “Don’t worry. You must have been naked in your hall before.”
I thought that I must have been at some point retrieving forgotten laundry but could not remember when. She pulled me to the kitchen door creating room for the youngsters to come out behind me. She opened the door and felt for the merciless light switch. Now in the spacious kitchen I felt uneasy. The back door loomed larger than life. It seemed to tower over me. It was an ominous giant. It moved of its own accorded and seemed drunk. No that was me but I was sobering up at the thought of what was going to be expected of me. I then realised other than the vague notion of being outside in my drive naked I did not know what was going to happen.
‘Wait, Lillian, I don’t think this is such a good idea,” I said.
‘Wait, Lillian, I don’t think this is such a good idea,” I said.
“Nonsense, its two in the morning. No one will be around. It will be completely safe and a great hoot. It will get your motor running again girl. Besides if they do it you’ve promised to match them.” I was undermined by my own psychology. I was never one for not stepping up to the crease.
The sound of three sets of bare feet pitter-pattered across the laminated floor of the kitchen. Lillian reached for the back door handle and I realised we had not locked it. I would have been mortified to be in the house naked if I had known. The door pulled open and the cold December air rushed in. The screaming light flooded out shouting “Look here naked women!” The door fully opened we clustered around it. Lillian let go of my hand and I now wrapped my left arm around my breasts and used my right hand to cover my thick unruly bush. The other two had done likewise. Lisa right and left, Emma left and right. We seemed to be waiting for something and then shivering realised it was instructions.
“Right girls altogether because it’s late and cold, okay,” said Lillian.
We all nodded.
“Across the drive to the side gate,” Lillian said. We all looked at each other for reassurance. The task was simple enough step out of the door and onto the step. Down onto the block pavement then turn to our right. Walk four or five paces to the corner of the house. Walk down between the garage and the house about thirty feet then turn across the front of the garage about 20 feet to the gate at the end of the garage and run between it and the wall of the alleyway. Then back.
“Lisa can lead,” Lillian said. Lisa pushed between me and Emma to the edge of the threshold. She stepped out into the night onto the step then stepped down. She turned back towards us. Her covered front was now revealed in the basking light her bottom now concealed by the night. I wonder if anyone was looking and what they could see. I expected a shout, a cry, a scream but silence but for the whisper of a faint breeze.
“You’re next Ally,” Lillian said.
This was it. I stepped up then back and then hesitated. Lillian give me a gentle push and then crazily I obeyed. I stepped out onto the cold step. The cold shot up like a carpet of pins on the soles of my feet. Then down onto the icy block paving. Was I completely mad? I was standing naked outside my own back door. Emma now followed.
We stood there for a few fleeting moments of self-doubt looking around accustoming ourselves to the darkness. I could see my naked body bathed in bright yellow light. The others likewise. Emma’s white bits positively glowing. I now could begin to make out the angles of the neighbour’s detached house and the clouds and stars glowing in the town lights. The moon thankfully was not full. Lisa moved off to the edge of the house and then quickly disappeared down the path between the garage and house. Emma prodded me to follow and I quickly moved with pace the cold biting at my feet. I soon turned into the much darker path between house and garage. Lisa blocked the light from the street. She would be on full show to anyone passing by and looking up my drive. My progress was slow with the lack of light but I could feel Emma bumping me driving me forward. Lisa reached the end and turned across the garage front.
This provided me with the light to see and move faster but also the light to be seen by. My heart now skipped and pounded. I could see down my drive and up the drive of the neighbours opposite. Suddenly what always appeared to be a private well concealed home seemed to be remarkably open to view from all directions. I could clearly see all the windows of the over the road neighbours and thankfully no lights were on and no faces could be seen at the window.
“Get a move on,” Emma whispered. As I reached the end of the path and began to turn across the front of the garage Lisa was in my face on her way back. We had to stop then dodge each other as we both tried to at first go the same way twice. I walked around her on the exposed side and Emma followed behind and over took me. She reached the gate just a pace ahead of me, the white triangle on her bum cheeks flashing in the white street lights. She touched it and turned and I followed. As I turned Lisa was still standing at the entry back up between the garage and house. She seemed to be waiting for something. A shock hit me as something appeared from the gap. My heart leaped and then settled. It was Lillian. She scampered over to me. “Did you think I was going to let you have all the fun?” she said then unwrapping herself revealed her full nakedness to me. Lisa now disappeared up the path and Emma followed. I entered next to find that it was even darker and slower in this direction. Lillian bumped me forward and we immerged into the back garden then crossed to the house. Emma and Lisa were already inside still naked revealed fully in the light. My body now seemed to turn from invisible to visible as the light poured out onto me. I stepped in to see Lillian’s clothes in a heap at the back door. She must have stripped off in the open doorway with all the world to see if they ha’d bothered to look. She now stepped in behind me and I turned to look. I saw her nakedness completely for the first time. Her red hair on top was matched by a equally red bush. She turned to close and lock the door. Her round bottom was just right not skinny nor fat. She turned back to reveal dark nipples. A story to tell there too. Her breasts were keel type angled upper with round bottom. Like a boat profile. The kettle was boiling in the back ground.
“We’ll need a cup of tea to warm up,” Lillian said. Emma went to make it as Lillian came forward and pecked me on the cheek. “You wouldn’t let me lead you in the future if you didn’t believe I was up to it to,” she said.
“I’ll get our clothes” said Lisa and disappeared off into the living room and brought back just our outer clothes. We dressed in just outer garments, I had on my blouse and skirt, Emma just put on her outer top, Lisa replaced her mini and t-shirt, Lillian just put on her sweatshirt top. We sat and had our cup of tea. The silence was awesome and I just kept reliving the events of the evening. Lillian asked if she could stay and I of course agreed. I slipped off upstairs to the spare room and made up the bed for her. Emma refilled the kettles and I brought hot water bottles for all. I put out the lights, double checked the doors and put on the alarm. I started up the stairs and realised that we had all left our underwear scattered around the house. Lillian greeted me naked at the top of the stairs. “You are okay about this aren’t you?” she asked.
Curiously I did not answer but smiled and wondered if I could do the crazy things the girls had said they had done.
The sound of three sets of bare feet pitter-pattered across the laminated floor of the kitchen. Lillian reached for the back door handle and I realised we had not locked it. I would have been mortified to be in the house naked if I had known. The door pulled open and the cold December air rushed in. The screaming light flooded out shouting “Look here naked women!” The door fully opened we clustered around it. Lillian let go of my hand and I now wrapped my left arm around my breasts and used my right hand to cover my thick unruly bush. The other two had done likewise. Lisa right and left, Emma left and right. We seemed to be waiting for something and then shivering realised it was instructions.
“Right girls altogether because it’s late and cold, okay,” said Lillian.
We all nodded.
“Across the drive to the side gate,” Lillian said. We all looked at each other for reassurance. The task was simple enough step out of the door and onto the step. Down onto the block pavement then turn to our right. Walk four or five paces to the corner of the house. Walk down between the garage and the house about thirty feet then turn across the front of the garage about 20 feet to the gate at the end of the garage and run between it and the wall of the alleyway. Then back.
“Lisa can lead,” Lillian said. Lisa pushed between me and Emma to the edge of the threshold. She stepped out into the night onto the step then stepped down. She turned back towards us. Her covered front was now revealed in the basking light her bottom now concealed by the night. I wonder if anyone was looking and what they could see. I expected a shout, a cry, a scream but silence but for the whisper of a faint breeze.
“You’re next Ally,” Lillian said.
This was it. I stepped up then back and then hesitated. Lillian give me a gentle push and then crazily I obeyed. I stepped out onto the cold step. The cold shot up like a carpet of pins on the soles of my feet. Then down onto the icy block paving. Was I completely mad? I was standing naked outside my own back door. Emma now followed.
We stood there for a few fleeting moments of self-doubt looking around accustoming ourselves to the darkness. I could see my naked body bathed in bright yellow light. The others likewise. Emma’s white bits positively glowing. I now could begin to make out the angles of the neighbour’s detached house and the clouds and stars glowing in the town lights. The moon thankfully was not full. Lisa moved off to the edge of the house and then quickly disappeared down the path between the garage and house. Emma prodded me to follow and I quickly moved with pace the cold biting at my feet. I soon turned into the much darker path between house and garage. Lisa blocked the light from the street. She would be on full show to anyone passing by and looking up my drive. My progress was slow with the lack of light but I could feel Emma bumping me driving me forward. Lisa reached the end and turned across the garage front.
This provided me with the light to see and move faster but also the light to be seen by. My heart now skipped and pounded. I could see down my drive and up the drive of the neighbours opposite. Suddenly what always appeared to be a private well concealed home seemed to be remarkably open to view from all directions. I could clearly see all the windows of the over the road neighbours and thankfully no lights were on and no faces could be seen at the window.
“Get a move on,” Emma whispered. As I reached the end of the path and began to turn across the front of the garage Lisa was in my face on her way back. We had to stop then dodge each other as we both tried to at first go the same way twice. I walked around her on the exposed side and Emma followed behind and over took me. She reached the gate just a pace ahead of me, the white triangle on her bum cheeks flashing in the white street lights. She touched it and turned and I followed. As I turned Lisa was still standing at the entry back up between the garage and house. She seemed to be waiting for something. A shock hit me as something appeared from the gap. My heart leaped and then settled. It was Lillian. She scampered over to me. “Did you think I was going to let you have all the fun?” she said then unwrapping herself revealed her full nakedness to me. Lisa now disappeared up the path and Emma followed. I entered next to find that it was even darker and slower in this direction. Lillian bumped me forward and we immerged into the back garden then crossed to the house. Emma and Lisa were already inside still naked revealed fully in the light. My body now seemed to turn from invisible to visible as the light poured out onto me. I stepped in to see Lillian’s clothes in a heap at the back door. She must have stripped off in the open doorway with all the world to see if they ha’d bothered to look. She now stepped in behind me and I turned to look. I saw her nakedness completely for the first time. Her red hair on top was matched by a equally red bush. She turned to close and lock the door. Her round bottom was just right not skinny nor fat. She turned back to reveal dark nipples. A story to tell there too. Her breasts were keel type angled upper with round bottom. Like a boat profile. The kettle was boiling in the back ground.
“We’ll need a cup of tea to warm up,” Lillian said. Emma went to make it as Lillian came forward and pecked me on the cheek. “You wouldn’t let me lead you in the future if you didn’t believe I was up to it to,” she said.
“I’ll get our clothes” said Lisa and disappeared off into the living room and brought back just our outer clothes. We dressed in just outer garments, I had on my blouse and skirt, Emma just put on her outer top, Lisa replaced her mini and t-shirt, Lillian just put on her sweatshirt top. We sat and had our cup of tea. The silence was awesome and I just kept reliving the events of the evening. Lillian asked if she could stay and I of course agreed. I slipped off upstairs to the spare room and made up the bed for her. Emma refilled the kettles and I brought hot water bottles for all. I put out the lights, double checked the doors and put on the alarm. I started up the stairs and realised that we had all left our underwear scattered around the house. Lillian greeted me naked at the top of the stairs. “You are okay about this aren’t you?” she asked.
Curiously I did not answer but smiled and wondered if I could do the crazy things the girls had said they had done.
Student House Part 2
Christmas and the Millennium passed slowly for one of my consciousnesses which lay in bed reminiscing watching old films. I visited friends and neighbours trying to immerse myself in the Christmas and ending of day’s spirit but I was often like an observer looking in. My mind was saying ‘Imagine what your friends and neighbours would think of you if they knew what you’d done’. All I could think of was being naked in the driveway. I would arrive home and imagine myself in my headlights. I would go out to the garage to put something away or get something out of storage needed or not. Just to walk the route I had taken naked and to stand on the spots. I began to keep a diary not sure why and looked back over the last three months to pin point dates.
Soon I began to forget the events or at least they were no longer pressing on my conscious mind. The Boxing Day Sale and New Year Sale were frantic and kept my visions at bay. Exhausted after a hard day selling the drive home through the brightly lit streets would bring back the memories. Memories began to become fantasies as the visions grew minds of their own. Each time I ventured a little further down the drive. I imagined being caught, and caught and arrested my face and story in the local paper. Strangely even that was exciting. The holiday season passed and Emma rang to confirm her return on Monday 10th January 2000. Lisa phoned later to say she would be arriving later Monday too.
I was driving home from friends on Sunday when I spotted Lillian and pipped at her. She waved excitedly and smiled broadly. I pulled over and she approached. I wound down the window and she poked her head in. “Where’s your bike?” I said.
Soon I began to forget the events or at least they were no longer pressing on my conscious mind. The Boxing Day Sale and New Year Sale were frantic and kept my visions at bay. Exhausted after a hard day selling the drive home through the brightly lit streets would bring back the memories. Memories began to become fantasies as the visions grew minds of their own. Each time I ventured a little further down the drive. I imagined being caught, and caught and arrested my face and story in the local paper. Strangely even that was exciting. The holiday season passed and Emma rang to confirm her return on Monday 10th January 2000. Lisa phoned later to say she would be arriving later Monday too.
I was driving home from friends on Sunday when I spotted Lillian and pipped at her. She waved excitedly and smiled broadly. I pulled over and she approached. I wound down the window and she poked her head in. “Where’s your bike?” I said.
“Been to friends drinking so didn’t take it,” Lillian replied.
“Can I give you a lift?” I asked.
“Please, I live over on the new estate,” she said. The new estate was at least 40 years old but was always referred to as the new estate. It had 1960’s tower blocks and housing blocks joined by concrete bridges. Lillian got in and we set off. “Emma and Lisa are back tomorrow” I said.
“Yeah, I know, can’t wait to get them stripped” Lillian said. Then I think realising her thoughts had been broadcast, “Oh, sorry, did I say that out loud?” and laughed.
“Yes, you did …. But I’m not upset by it ….. I stand by what I said” I said quivering a bit in disbelief of my utterance.
“Which bit?” Lillian said turning to look at me big beaming smile on her face. Quiet fell for sometime.
“The I can have them flash you and streak whenever I like …or… the you’re willing to do what they dare do …. Or both” Lillian said in a paced and measured way looking for my reaction.
“The I can have them flash you and streak whenever I like …or… the you’re willing to do what they dare do …. Or both” Lillian said in a paced and measured way looking for my reaction.
“Where here?” I said at the junction that led into the new estate.
“Straight down and right at the mini roundabout then third block on the left near the external steps” Lillian said. I drove on. “Would you like me to have you flash and streak at my command?” Lillian suddenly said from the still quiet which made me twitch and the car weave. “I better keep quiet and let you concentrate on the road” Lillian said.
I pulled up into a parking space. “Your car will be okay here. Come up for a cup of tea,” Lillian said.
I pulled up into a parking space. “Your car will be okay here. Come up for a cup of tea,” Lillian said.
I hesitated and was about to say no when some stranger inside me said “Yes, love too”. We exited the car into the cold night and climbed the concrete steps to the lower walkway.
About 100 feet along Lillian stopped and began to press buttons on a door entry device. “Here we are, be it ever so humble its home,” she said. Once inside the door I noticed the stairs leading up. We began to climb, first, second and then third floor. Lillian rummaged in her large bag as we climbed looking for her keys. The bike chained at the top of the third floor told me that one or other of the two doors was hers. It turned out to be the one to the left. She placed the key in the lock and opened the door stepping in to the darkness and clicking on the lights.
She closed the door behind us and removed her scarves and woolly hat putting them on a coat hook in the hall. She undid her coat and hung it in the same place. I had undone my coat and was slipping it off my shoulders waiting for the invite. “Let me take your … CLOTHES,” Lillian said with a beaming smile. “Oh, I mean your coat of course,” I smiled and fained a scowl. Lillian took my coat and hung it up.
The flat was warm and cosy with eastern designs everywhere. Lamps were covered to dim the light seductively. Lillian offered me a seat on a medium two seat sofa with a lovely knitted wool throw over it. She departed to make tea and returned with a photo album? She passed the album to me and smiled. “You didn’t answer my questions?”
I took the album, puzzled by the offering of it, as she left to carry on making the tea. I placed it on my lap and open the solid padded front. The first picture took my breath away. In full colour there was Lillian standing out on her landing back to her closed door. It was clearly daylight. Full naked colour that was. Her flame red hair top and bottom stood out. You could count her freckles. Her breasts obviously responded to the situation. The caption underneath read.” Lillian Reminsky Sept 1994 age 19.” I turned the page expecting more photo’s of Lillian but was greeted by four smaller photos to the left and one by its self on the right. The top left was Lillian but each of the others was of a different girl outside in the stairwell and landing. Clearly some were taken away from the flat on other floors. The one of Lillian had number 76 on the door which was the floor below. They were all dated 1994 or 1995. I turned over again and this time there was eight photos. Again Lillian top left naked outside the outer door in darkness but the flash of the camera revealed everything. Each picture bore a name, age and month and year 1996. One picture featured two girls together, and another feature Lillian with another girl. All the girls were very obviously naked with only one trying to cover and looking a little sheepish. I turned over again and saw only two pictures. I heard Lillian stirring the pot and wanted to be done looking when she entered. I turned over again the format was the same except these where label 1997. It suddenly struck me. Were Emma and Lisa in here? I turned again 1997, then again 1998, then again 1999, and then again. The last five pictures in the book Emma and Lisa by themselves on the landing below, then with each other at the bottom of the stairs, then each with Lillian outside the front door. All naked and well lit and defined. I then noticed a photo was missing. Just its white pencil inscription remained below it. I read it with fear and crazy jubilation. “Alison Cross age 39 Jan 2000”.
Lillian entered with two mugs of tea and I placed the album down on the table. I took my tea shaking a bit as I did. Lillian noticed the shaking and smiled. “You did say you’d do what the girls did. Didn’t you?” she said back to me turning to sit in the chair opposite my place on the sofa.
She closed the door behind us and removed her scarves and woolly hat putting them on a coat hook in the hall. She undid her coat and hung it in the same place. I had undone my coat and was slipping it off my shoulders waiting for the invite. “Let me take your … CLOTHES,” Lillian said with a beaming smile. “Oh, I mean your coat of course,” I smiled and fained a scowl. Lillian took my coat and hung it up.
The flat was warm and cosy with eastern designs everywhere. Lamps were covered to dim the light seductively. Lillian offered me a seat on a medium two seat sofa with a lovely knitted wool throw over it. She departed to make tea and returned with a photo album? She passed the album to me and smiled. “You didn’t answer my questions?”
I took the album, puzzled by the offering of it, as she left to carry on making the tea. I placed it on my lap and open the solid padded front. The first picture took my breath away. In full colour there was Lillian standing out on her landing back to her closed door. It was clearly daylight. Full naked colour that was. Her flame red hair top and bottom stood out. You could count her freckles. Her breasts obviously responded to the situation. The caption underneath read.” Lillian Reminsky Sept 1994 age 19.” I turned the page expecting more photo’s of Lillian but was greeted by four smaller photos to the left and one by its self on the right. The top left was Lillian but each of the others was of a different girl outside in the stairwell and landing. Clearly some were taken away from the flat on other floors. The one of Lillian had number 76 on the door which was the floor below. They were all dated 1994 or 1995. I turned over again and this time there was eight photos. Again Lillian top left naked outside the outer door in darkness but the flash of the camera revealed everything. Each picture bore a name, age and month and year 1996. One picture featured two girls together, and another feature Lillian with another girl. All the girls were very obviously naked with only one trying to cover and looking a little sheepish. I turned over again and saw only two pictures. I heard Lillian stirring the pot and wanted to be done looking when she entered. I turned over again the format was the same except these where label 1997. It suddenly struck me. Were Emma and Lisa in here? I turned again 1997, then again 1998, then again 1999, and then again. The last five pictures in the book Emma and Lisa by themselves on the landing below, then with each other at the bottom of the stairs, then each with Lillian outside the front door. All naked and well lit and defined. I then noticed a photo was missing. Just its white pencil inscription remained below it. I read it with fear and crazy jubilation. “Alison Cross age 39 Jan 2000”.
Lillian entered with two mugs of tea and I placed the album down on the table. I took my tea shaking a bit as I did. Lillian noticed the shaking and smiled. “You did say you’d do what the girls did. Didn’t you?” she said back to me turning to sit in the chair opposite my place on the sofa.
“I was drunk,” I said not sure what point I was trying to make.
“I’d offer you something but, a) I don’t have anything in, and b) you’re driving,” Lillian said. I did get her point on both hidden and expressed meanings. I sipped my tea looking right at her and glancing down at the album. I could not get all those faces out of my mind. There must have been at least twenty different girls. Lillian disarmed the silence with a “What did you do at Christmas?” question.
I told her what I did and where I went and what I got. She likewise shared her Christmas details with me. The warmth of the fire and low light of the room ate into my body and I relaxed and started to feel quite sleepy. Lillian too seemed to be about to nod off. “I’ll turn the fire off once you’ve had your picture took,” Lillian said from nowhere reminding me of the album. I did not respond but shivered even in this warm room. I looked right at her.
I told her what I did and where I went and what I got. She likewise shared her Christmas details with me. The warmth of the fire and low light of the room ate into my body and I relaxed and started to feel quite sleepy. Lillian too seemed to be about to nod off. “I’ll turn the fire off once you’ve had your picture took,” Lillian said from nowhere reminding me of the album. I did not respond but shivered even in this warm room. I looked right at her.
“Can I use your loo?” I said for something more to say than need.
“Yes, through the door on the right” she said point with her head to the door in question. Leading from the room was another door. I stood and crossed to it. It was on the wall at right angles to the door from the entrance hall. The open edge was on the same wall as the entrance door at the opposite end of the wall. As I reached it Lillian spoke, “Dare you to come back naked,” she said. I froze in my tracks, thinking that this move was not perhaps a good one after all. I finished crossing the floor and pulled open the door. The dim light from the room barely illuminated the small square hall with three further doors. I opened the one to the left and the outside light from the window showed me it was a bathroom. I found the pull cord and the light flickered on. I entered and turned closing and locking the door behind me.
I hitched up my dress and reached for my tights and panties. I pushed them down and sat down on the porcelain seat. The trickle of my water echoed around the small bathroom. To my left was a basin under the window then a bath tub with a shower curtain. I thought to myself how if taking a shower anyone coming in through the door would see everything. Then I rationalised it away with the fact that the flat was obviously meant for one inhabitant or a couple. I finished, reached for some paper to mop up the drips, then stood and replaced my thong and tights turning to pull the chain. Suddenly Lillian’s words seemed to echo around the room and my interior head. “Dare you to come back naked?”
My breathing slowed, then grew in volume and rapidity as my mind visualised just that, stripping off and walking back to the room naked. Of course I knew that it wouldn’t end there. I would end up in Lillian’s album. “Dare I” What will happen to me? Will I change, be dammed for life? I couldn’t take it. I should run. But then calm resolve. No way was I going to let anyone see that blank space that I had chickened out. What was I saying, that I preferred whoever came along after me saw me naked? I guessed I was.
I stepped away from the toilet bowl into the middle of the room to face the door. I reached for my black dining dress zip over my shoulders with both hands. Hands reaching around my neck my left hand fingers held my zip ends straight whilst my right thumb and first started the zip off. It seemed to make a thundering sound. I briefly wondered if Lillian could hear me. She must have heard the chain pull and know what I was doing. That alone made me tingle. I was here contemplating this act with her sitting feet away contemplating my actions. We seemed strangely joined in our minds.
I now dropped my arms and reached up my back with my right hand to catch the little tag that allowed you to pull the zip down when you had no need of a man anymore. Zerrrr and then I pulled the zip sides carefully away with both hands zerrrr. My back now open I pushed the dress off my shoulders to reveal my bra and short slip straps in the full length mirror on the back of the door. The dress’s short selves fell slowly down my arms to my elbows revealing a black lacy bra. Then I lowered my arms straight down my body and the dress fell to the floor. I stepped to the side and dipped to pick it up watching my refection in the mirror all the time I did. I stood in black heels, black nylon tights, black slip, black lacy bra and invisible underneath the nylon a lacy black mini thong. Sexy expensive underwear was a perk of the job. I dropped the toilet lid and placed my dress carefully over it.
I now slipped my feet out of my heels by arching my foot then pulling back my heel from the shoe. I soon stood inches shorter in my nylon feet on the lino flooring. The view in the mirror was tantalizing. #All I could thinking about was being naked and seeing myself. I reached up under my slip for the waistband of the tights and pulled it loose away from my body. I eased them past the thong not wanting to spoil my later pleasure. What was I thinking? I pushed them down to my knees then bending pushed them down to my ankles. At this point I raised my head to see the view in the mirror. I then pushed the nylon heel over my heel and off my left foot then repeated the action with my right. I now stood bare legged. The black sexy slip and lingerie enhanced and refined my white form. This was it moment of truth “Dare I”.
I reached for the slip’s shoulder straps and slipped them off my shoulders. Once clear I pulled my arms through then eased the slip top over my bra. Once past my breasts in dropped to be caught by my hips. I carefully like with the tights eased it past the thong. It dropped to the floor and I dipped to pick it up and placed it with the dress. I reached for the catch of my bra and released the top clip then the bottom clip. The power of the elastic pulled the strap from my right fingers. I now shrugged my shoulders then picked the straps up off my shoulders with thumbs and first fingers pulling it clear of my body revealing my breasts to only myself. Although I’d seen my self naked many times in mirrors this some how seemed the first time. I was conscious of thinking about what people would see shortly if I was unlucky to be caught. Now for the full effect. I reached for the thong. Held my breath and placed my thumbs in the waist band. I shuffled the thong side to side collecting it together to reveal my black bush with “Oh my God a grey hair” mortified I had to continue I couldn’t command myself to stop. I pushed the thong down remaining stood straight to my lower thighs then let it drop by gravity to my ankles. I kicked it off watching closely my reflection in the mirror. I now stood completely naked looking myself over. Then turning to try to see my bottom first to the left then to the right. I had prevaricated long enough with this personal sensual pleasure it was time to reveal all to Lillian.
One last deep breath and I pulled the little stub of the bolt lock then reached for the door handle. I pushed it down and the light from the bathroom flood the dimly lit square hall. I stepped out and looked back in to the bathroom reaching for the pull cord to turn out the light. My discard clothes lay over the toilet seat or in a small heap in the middles of the floor with my heels seem to stand out crying to be safely filled again. I shivered and plunged myself into the dimness of the hall just lit by the light from the main room and the street light poring in through the bathroom window.
I now turned and stepped through the doorway back into the main room. Lillian sat still in the chair just looking in the direction of the door. She smiled and just looked at me for what seemed ever. She then stood and smiled again. She seemed curious. As if she couldn’t quite believe that I had done it. She raised her arm to her head and showed me the digital camera. I now became self-conscious again and crossed my arms at my abdomen and began to stoke my fore arms with the opposite hand. The camera made no noise, it was generation one technology before company's added a electronic shutter noise to make people feel more secure. The only evidence of the snap being taken was the brief flash which dazzled my eyes.
“You look great. I hope my body keeps half as good” Lillian said. I couldn’t bring myself to believe her flattery. “So now what? I said. Lillian smiled. “Well you just pop out the front door and walk down to the outer door and I’ll take your picture” she said. “Oh very funny, not, I’m sure’ I said. Silence fell and I pondered. “You can photograph me outside your door and that’s it” I said. Lillian smiled a curious smile. “Okay, we’ll see?” she said and moved to the door to the hall, “Come on then!” she finished.
I walked the length of the wall to the other door from the room and stepped into the hall. Lillian had clicked the light on and was looking through the little peep hole, hand on the door handle. “Coast clear, don’t want you getting caught first time” she said smiling riley. The handle crunched as it pulled back the bar from the recess. The light from the landing mixed with the light from the hall through the gap. I could see the grey floor tiles and the pale blue wall. Lillian now pulled the door open fully. Still just stood in the hall way I presented my naked right side to the world. I cradle myself at my waist with each elbow in the cup of the opposite hand gently rubbing the elbow. I now turned dropping my arms to face the door of number 77. The deep blue door seem to scream in alarm at my nakedness. I stepped to the threshold of the flat with the common space and poked my head out. This seemed strange even to me in my state, the real danger of discovery came from behind 77 not from below where I now looked. One final thought of cowardice, when last breath of the warm flat air, one more moment of lingering then out I stepped in the world.
The lower landing which I was looking down on had two medium sized windows just below the ceiling of the next floor above. I’d not thought about these although they where clearly visible I the photographs. In the day light ones you could see distant green grass or grey concrete of the block opposite. I looked intently at them. “People can see (Lillian said making me jump back towards safety but being stopped my Lillian’s close proximity) but only if they where looking intently and at the right angle”. This reassured my pounding heart but a thought which didn’t crystallise until later crossed my mind.
“Now what?” I whispered very quietly. “Dare you to walk down the stairs?” Lillian said. I looked at her over my shoulder then down the stairs then at the horrible door opposite. My mind seemed to process many things at that moment. The cool of the open stairs reviving my senses. It seemed the obvious challenge to me, scary, but not as scary as being 10 stairs from safety. “I’ll let you photograph me over there” I said pointing with my finger in rapid poking movement. “Okay, no covering and strike a pose” Lillian said. I Went up on tip toes to peer over the banister rail down the stairs to be sure that no one was there. Just in case instead of screaming at the presence of a naked woman they’d remained silent. I looked up to the next floor since the stairs from the fourth floor end outside of number 77. I tip toed over and turned back. Lillian raised the camera as I thought but in stead stroke a pose and said, “Stand like this”. I knew the pose she meant the majority of the girls I the photo stood like that.
I pushed my fingers through my air gathering it up from around my face into the centre of my head. This would I though either reveal my facial identity more or conceal it from those not so acquainted with me. My body was angled slightly to my right turning my breasts and torso to a shallow angle to the camera. My left leg came forward with a bend at the knee my foot raising on its tip toe. My right foot lay flat to the ground. This wound uncover my lower pubis and reveal fully my thick lush bush but hopefully no more. The flash went off and I broke pose. “One more for luck” Lillian said and I re-struck the pose. Flash. I waited for a briefer than brief moment wanting myself to be sure the picture had took then break pose and dashed for the cover of Lillian’s flat. I expected her to get out of the way but she did not move blocking the entrance to her flat and my safety. “I’ve done it let me in” I said forgetting to completely whisper. Lillian smiled. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small book and past it to me. I took it and opened it. It was a log of every girls streak including Lillian’s. I processed the point immediately the streaks where measure in stairs. I thumbed through and found Emma’s and Lisa’s first. Twelve and twenty two respectively.
I past the book back and looked down the stairs to the next half landing and countered the stairs expecting that they would be more than twenty now some how. I’d resolved it that brief moment to walk more than twelve and at least one more, more than twenty-two. I looked around conscious again of the sounds of TV’s and people going about their lives. As I looked down the stairs the stairs seemed to pull out and slide back of their own accorded shortening and elongating the perceived distance to travel. I turned fully toward them I’d been stood facing Lillian with my left side to the stair top. One pace and I was at the edge and tried to peer over and between to the full landing below. I could see the top right corner of door number 75.
With a look back over my shoulder I stepped down to the first step turning my body left as I did with my right foot leaving my left safely on the landing. I placed my hands on the banister rail and then moved my left foot down to join my right. There was just enough room for both naked feet. I repeated the manoeuvre again and again. I could feel the excitement building in my body again. A tingle down below. The upper landing was still safely close. Once more I stepped then again, five. Once more then once more peering right over the banister now to be able to see the full length of 75 but nothing of 74 yet. Looking back up Lillian now seemed on top of a steep mountain. She had raised the camera. Flash. One more and one more now the half landing was closure than safety one whole step then one more step now to it. I visualised myself there than I was. Naked far from home in all senses of the phrase.
I was now full of contradiction. I was frighten of being discovered. If some one came from 77 I’d be cut off. Chances where that if someone came from 75 or 74 I’d hear them opening the door first and then be off before they came out. I was shaking with fear. But then that strange thought came over me. That perhaps being caught would be a frill. But again. I could now see 74 fully and my mind turned to twelve and twenty-two. Twelve was achievable with out any more risk than I was already taking. I was stood at the curve of the banister, this time I stepped to the side so I faced down the next set of stairs head on fully exposed. Flash! I looked up at Lillian who’d moved down two stairs.
Eleven and twelve where achieved without thought. I was growing comfortable with my nakedness if not the situation. One more slow step down, then another, then another. I was now hesitant again. I was fully available to anyone coming out of 74, I’d be slightly shield or totally exposed to some one coming out of 75 depending on how they stepped out and my reactions. I bit my lip and looked up and around. I’d done more than twelve but where was twenty-two or three even. my mind processed the question and came to the alarming answer three stairs down past 74.
My body now began to shake even more violently or perhaps no more than it had been from the start of my adventure but I just noticed it again properly. I pondered chickening out not thinking that all the time I hesitated there in the open I was giving Lillian a full show and potentially offering myself to any nibble flat escapologist who came tearing out to see. My mind pondered people sitting watching TV become uneasy and sensing that something was going on. Stop it! I was just making myself more nervous. But excited. I was shaking and wondering if I should pop to the loo. In the middle of all this? No breaking off now I’d not have the courage again. One more look then resolve. Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty then pause look at 75 then 74 then step down onto their landing. Flash!
Quickness now I thought. I rounded the banister curve and took twenty-one, twenty two, twenty-three then filled with the headiness of excitement twenty-four before my nerve broke and I spun around squeaking much to loudly on the grey tiles and pulling myself up the banister took three or four stairs at a time as I dashed back up. I was at the half landing in seconds Lillian smiling and giggling under her breath as I shot past her and fixed on the black hole of door 78. I bounded up the last flight and shot into the flat and straight through the living room pulling the far door nearly off its hinges as I flung myself through the bathroom door grabbing the pull cord as I did. Bathing my nakedness in light one more. I crossed the floor and pushed my slip and dress off the toilet before turning and shut the bathroom door with a forceful push as quietly as I could before turning once more striding across the floor plunking myself down on the toilet and release all the tension which echoed around the room and I don’t just mean the sound of running water.
It took a while for me to completely regain my senses and composure. I suddenly remembered that a) I was naked, b) in a strange flat miles from home, c) just posed naked for how many one, two, three oh countless colour photographs, and d) streaked the public area of a council block of flats, and YES! Twenty-four stairs first time out! Hat was I thinking1 What was I saying! This was stupid get a grip girl and stop shaking. Shaking with nervous exhaustion and post excitement withdrawal.
I mopped and stood to dress. I could hear Lillian across the way doing something. I’d worked out that the door opposite the bathroom must be the bedroom. I’d heard her walk through a little after I’d made my post victory re-entry. I picked up my thong and once more saw my reflection in the mirror and smiled and winked at the naked woman I saw there. Way to go girl! I stepped into the thong and pulled it up looking in the mirror to check its straightness with my thumbs aid. Next I reached for my bra and replaced it around my middle with hooks to the front for easy of fastening. Then turned it the right way before putting my arms through the straps and pulling it into correct placement. Adjusting its fit by pull bits out from underneath its self and straightening twists. Next the tights, replacing the toilet seat to sit down and pull them over my toes then up my legs to my knees before standing and bending slightly to pull them up then the waistband out over my thongs before squaring off the thicker upper band. Next the slip retrieve from the far side of the bath room where it had landed when I shoved it off the seat in haste. Taking it by the straps standing slightly bent, holding it out at arms length knee height, and stepping into it with my right then left foot before puling it up over my body that static crackling as I did. Now the dinning dress sheer black and body hugging tight. Stepping in at ankle height as I held it stooped over. Pulling it up then slipping arms through before reaching behind my back to pull the zip up as far as possible. Zerrrr. Then reach over shoulders to fiddle for the tag and pulling it to the top, zerrr. Then in the safety of the heels I remembered the vision before departing the safety of the bathroom. They now welcomed me back. The suction of the air being forced out as my feet slipped in. Firm warm and safe again.
I now checked my dress in the mirror and straighten my hair before one quick deep breath in before I faced the world. I’d not bothered with the lock this time in my haste so just pushed the handle of the door and pulled it open. Remembering I’d not flushed I turned back and pulled the chain before turning and crossing again to the door. I pulled it wide open hand on pull cord and plunge the bathroom and my memories into the cloak and shield of darkness. I crossed the little dimly lit square hall to the door to Lillian’s bedroom. The bed stood out. It was covered with a elegant home made quilt and scatter cushions the room was decorated in eastern style too. Lillian worked at a compute a powerful table light made up for the bedside locker lights which where covered with a silk cloth to dim them and cast a colourful shadow of light around the room.
“Come in I’m just sorting out the pictures before printing” Lillian said. I wasn’t sure if I was brave enough to see myself naked for posterity especially my posterior. I entered and crossed the room. I saw from the door way that the picture Lillian had on the screen was one of me dashing back up the stairs at the bottom of the second flight. You could clearly see far to much. My erect nipples, my God, I had realised I was that much on show! My black bush stood out but mercifully you couldn’t see anything else. “This is the one for the album” Lillian said and for a moment I thought she meant the one on the screen but she click the mouse and the picture changed to the one of me posing outside number 77. “I’ll just print it off and we’ll get a cup of tea while it dries” she said and with that the printer to the side clunked and snapped into life. The sound of the paper advancing and the ink cartridge moving side to side filled the room. One final snap plastic clink and the photo was ejected. The printer sprang immediately into life again. “A souvenir’ Lillian said as I looked now on a upside down photo of me, yes me, I’ll say it a gain for it to stick ME naked.
Lillian stood and gestured for me to leave the room. I turned to walk out. “I’ll get us a cup of tea you must be thirsty after all that exercise and excitement” truth was I was. I sat on the sofa playing over in my mine what I had just done. The album on the table calling me. I thought shortly my photo would be in that dammed thing too for all the world to see. Lillian brought me my tea and we sat sipping on it until I laid back against the sofa and said, “Lillian what are you making me do?” “I didn’t make you do anything?” Lillian said. I sat forward smiled and shook my head. I looked at my watch. “Gosh is that the time, I’ll have to go. Early start again tomorrow with all the new spring line to sort out” I said. I stood and Lillian stood too. “I’ll get your souvenir” Lillian said and quickly disappeared to the bedroom. I moved into the hall and put on my coat. Lillian appeared with the photo in a card cover. She reached forward and placed her lips on my cheek and pecked me. I turned and Lillian brushed past me to open the door then stood just inside and to the side to let me out. On the landing I turned and poked my head back into the hall where she stood and kissed her goodbye and said so at the same time. I turned and looked down the stairs. Smiled and turned my head to Lillian and we both giggled knowing exactly my thoughts. I clip-clopped down the stairs with a spring in my step remembering myself naked and thankful I hadn’t my attention grabbing heels on last time I was here. They where sure to wake the neighbours from their banal TV trance.
At the bottom I pressed the button to release the outside door and stepped out into the chilled cold dark night and paused for a moment to collect myself and remember where exactly my car was parked. I set off at pace to get out of the cold and to reach safety the council estate was a foreboding place to us other worlders as we where often referred to. My mobile morsed the receipt of a message and I decided not to look or read it out here in the wild west. I took out my key as I neared my car in preparation for a quick get away. I opened the door and before getting in took the photograph out of my long pocket. I climbed in and closed the door. I was now once more aware of the photograph and what I’d done. I couldn’t help opening the card front and looking in. The dim light wasn’t very good so I reached for my interior light switch and pulled it on. I looked at the picture in awe not really believing that it was me or that it was less than an hour ago I was naked on the stairs of the block of flats in front of me. My mobile morsed the receipt of another message and this time I fumbled in my pocket for it. I used the dexterity of one hand to bring up the messages. “Did you enjoy your little streak?” “Dare you to streak again….?” How had Lillian, for I assumed it was her and not some voyeur stranger, got my number.
I hitched up my dress and reached for my tights and panties. I pushed them down and sat down on the porcelain seat. The trickle of my water echoed around the small bathroom. To my left was a basin under the window then a bath tub with a shower curtain. I thought to myself how if taking a shower anyone coming in through the door would see everything. Then I rationalised it away with the fact that the flat was obviously meant for one inhabitant or a couple. I finished, reached for some paper to mop up the drips, then stood and replaced my thong and tights turning to pull the chain. Suddenly Lillian’s words seemed to echo around the room and my interior head. “Dare you to come back naked?”
My breathing slowed, then grew in volume and rapidity as my mind visualised just that, stripping off and walking back to the room naked. Of course I knew that it wouldn’t end there. I would end up in Lillian’s album. “Dare I” What will happen to me? Will I change, be dammed for life? I couldn’t take it. I should run. But then calm resolve. No way was I going to let anyone see that blank space that I had chickened out. What was I saying, that I preferred whoever came along after me saw me naked? I guessed I was.
I stepped away from the toilet bowl into the middle of the room to face the door. I reached for my black dining dress zip over my shoulders with both hands. Hands reaching around my neck my left hand fingers held my zip ends straight whilst my right thumb and first started the zip off. It seemed to make a thundering sound. I briefly wondered if Lillian could hear me. She must have heard the chain pull and know what I was doing. That alone made me tingle. I was here contemplating this act with her sitting feet away contemplating my actions. We seemed strangely joined in our minds.
I now dropped my arms and reached up my back with my right hand to catch the little tag that allowed you to pull the zip down when you had no need of a man anymore. Zerrrr and then I pulled the zip sides carefully away with both hands zerrrr. My back now open I pushed the dress off my shoulders to reveal my bra and short slip straps in the full length mirror on the back of the door. The dress’s short selves fell slowly down my arms to my elbows revealing a black lacy bra. Then I lowered my arms straight down my body and the dress fell to the floor. I stepped to the side and dipped to pick it up watching my refection in the mirror all the time I did. I stood in black heels, black nylon tights, black slip, black lacy bra and invisible underneath the nylon a lacy black mini thong. Sexy expensive underwear was a perk of the job. I dropped the toilet lid and placed my dress carefully over it.
I now slipped my feet out of my heels by arching my foot then pulling back my heel from the shoe. I soon stood inches shorter in my nylon feet on the lino flooring. The view in the mirror was tantalizing. #All I could thinking about was being naked and seeing myself. I reached up under my slip for the waistband of the tights and pulled it loose away from my body. I eased them past the thong not wanting to spoil my later pleasure. What was I thinking? I pushed them down to my knees then bending pushed them down to my ankles. At this point I raised my head to see the view in the mirror. I then pushed the nylon heel over my heel and off my left foot then repeated the action with my right. I now stood bare legged. The black sexy slip and lingerie enhanced and refined my white form. This was it moment of truth “Dare I”.
I reached for the slip’s shoulder straps and slipped them off my shoulders. Once clear I pulled my arms through then eased the slip top over my bra. Once past my breasts in dropped to be caught by my hips. I carefully like with the tights eased it past the thong. It dropped to the floor and I dipped to pick it up and placed it with the dress. I reached for the catch of my bra and released the top clip then the bottom clip. The power of the elastic pulled the strap from my right fingers. I now shrugged my shoulders then picked the straps up off my shoulders with thumbs and first fingers pulling it clear of my body revealing my breasts to only myself. Although I’d seen my self naked many times in mirrors this some how seemed the first time. I was conscious of thinking about what people would see shortly if I was unlucky to be caught. Now for the full effect. I reached for the thong. Held my breath and placed my thumbs in the waist band. I shuffled the thong side to side collecting it together to reveal my black bush with “Oh my God a grey hair” mortified I had to continue I couldn’t command myself to stop. I pushed the thong down remaining stood straight to my lower thighs then let it drop by gravity to my ankles. I kicked it off watching closely my reflection in the mirror. I now stood completely naked looking myself over. Then turning to try to see my bottom first to the left then to the right. I had prevaricated long enough with this personal sensual pleasure it was time to reveal all to Lillian.
One last deep breath and I pulled the little stub of the bolt lock then reached for the door handle. I pushed it down and the light from the bathroom flood the dimly lit square hall. I stepped out and looked back in to the bathroom reaching for the pull cord to turn out the light. My discard clothes lay over the toilet seat or in a small heap in the middles of the floor with my heels seem to stand out crying to be safely filled again. I shivered and plunged myself into the dimness of the hall just lit by the light from the main room and the street light poring in through the bathroom window.
I now turned and stepped through the doorway back into the main room. Lillian sat still in the chair just looking in the direction of the door. She smiled and just looked at me for what seemed ever. She then stood and smiled again. She seemed curious. As if she couldn’t quite believe that I had done it. She raised her arm to her head and showed me the digital camera. I now became self-conscious again and crossed my arms at my abdomen and began to stoke my fore arms with the opposite hand. The camera made no noise, it was generation one technology before company's added a electronic shutter noise to make people feel more secure. The only evidence of the snap being taken was the brief flash which dazzled my eyes.
“You look great. I hope my body keeps half as good” Lillian said. I couldn’t bring myself to believe her flattery. “So now what? I said. Lillian smiled. “Well you just pop out the front door and walk down to the outer door and I’ll take your picture” she said. “Oh very funny, not, I’m sure’ I said. Silence fell and I pondered. “You can photograph me outside your door and that’s it” I said. Lillian smiled a curious smile. “Okay, we’ll see?” she said and moved to the door to the hall, “Come on then!” she finished.
I walked the length of the wall to the other door from the room and stepped into the hall. Lillian had clicked the light on and was looking through the little peep hole, hand on the door handle. “Coast clear, don’t want you getting caught first time” she said smiling riley. The handle crunched as it pulled back the bar from the recess. The light from the landing mixed with the light from the hall through the gap. I could see the grey floor tiles and the pale blue wall. Lillian now pulled the door open fully. Still just stood in the hall way I presented my naked right side to the world. I cradle myself at my waist with each elbow in the cup of the opposite hand gently rubbing the elbow. I now turned dropping my arms to face the door of number 77. The deep blue door seem to scream in alarm at my nakedness. I stepped to the threshold of the flat with the common space and poked my head out. This seemed strange even to me in my state, the real danger of discovery came from behind 77 not from below where I now looked. One final thought of cowardice, when last breath of the warm flat air, one more moment of lingering then out I stepped in the world.
The lower landing which I was looking down on had two medium sized windows just below the ceiling of the next floor above. I’d not thought about these although they where clearly visible I the photographs. In the day light ones you could see distant green grass or grey concrete of the block opposite. I looked intently at them. “People can see (Lillian said making me jump back towards safety but being stopped my Lillian’s close proximity) but only if they where looking intently and at the right angle”. This reassured my pounding heart but a thought which didn’t crystallise until later crossed my mind.
“Now what?” I whispered very quietly. “Dare you to walk down the stairs?” Lillian said. I looked at her over my shoulder then down the stairs then at the horrible door opposite. My mind seemed to process many things at that moment. The cool of the open stairs reviving my senses. It seemed the obvious challenge to me, scary, but not as scary as being 10 stairs from safety. “I’ll let you photograph me over there” I said pointing with my finger in rapid poking movement. “Okay, no covering and strike a pose” Lillian said. I Went up on tip toes to peer over the banister rail down the stairs to be sure that no one was there. Just in case instead of screaming at the presence of a naked woman they’d remained silent. I looked up to the next floor since the stairs from the fourth floor end outside of number 77. I tip toed over and turned back. Lillian raised the camera as I thought but in stead stroke a pose and said, “Stand like this”. I knew the pose she meant the majority of the girls I the photo stood like that.
I pushed my fingers through my air gathering it up from around my face into the centre of my head. This would I though either reveal my facial identity more or conceal it from those not so acquainted with me. My body was angled slightly to my right turning my breasts and torso to a shallow angle to the camera. My left leg came forward with a bend at the knee my foot raising on its tip toe. My right foot lay flat to the ground. This wound uncover my lower pubis and reveal fully my thick lush bush but hopefully no more. The flash went off and I broke pose. “One more for luck” Lillian said and I re-struck the pose. Flash. I waited for a briefer than brief moment wanting myself to be sure the picture had took then break pose and dashed for the cover of Lillian’s flat. I expected her to get out of the way but she did not move blocking the entrance to her flat and my safety. “I’ve done it let me in” I said forgetting to completely whisper. Lillian smiled. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small book and past it to me. I took it and opened it. It was a log of every girls streak including Lillian’s. I processed the point immediately the streaks where measure in stairs. I thumbed through and found Emma’s and Lisa’s first. Twelve and twenty two respectively.
I past the book back and looked down the stairs to the next half landing and countered the stairs expecting that they would be more than twenty now some how. I’d resolved it that brief moment to walk more than twelve and at least one more, more than twenty-two. I looked around conscious again of the sounds of TV’s and people going about their lives. As I looked down the stairs the stairs seemed to pull out and slide back of their own accorded shortening and elongating the perceived distance to travel. I turned fully toward them I’d been stood facing Lillian with my left side to the stair top. One pace and I was at the edge and tried to peer over and between to the full landing below. I could see the top right corner of door number 75.
With a look back over my shoulder I stepped down to the first step turning my body left as I did with my right foot leaving my left safely on the landing. I placed my hands on the banister rail and then moved my left foot down to join my right. There was just enough room for both naked feet. I repeated the manoeuvre again and again. I could feel the excitement building in my body again. A tingle down below. The upper landing was still safely close. Once more I stepped then again, five. Once more then once more peering right over the banister now to be able to see the full length of 75 but nothing of 74 yet. Looking back up Lillian now seemed on top of a steep mountain. She had raised the camera. Flash. One more and one more now the half landing was closure than safety one whole step then one more step now to it. I visualised myself there than I was. Naked far from home in all senses of the phrase.
I was now full of contradiction. I was frighten of being discovered. If some one came from 77 I’d be cut off. Chances where that if someone came from 75 or 74 I’d hear them opening the door first and then be off before they came out. I was shaking with fear. But then that strange thought came over me. That perhaps being caught would be a frill. But again. I could now see 74 fully and my mind turned to twelve and twenty-two. Twelve was achievable with out any more risk than I was already taking. I was stood at the curve of the banister, this time I stepped to the side so I faced down the next set of stairs head on fully exposed. Flash! I looked up at Lillian who’d moved down two stairs.
Eleven and twelve where achieved without thought. I was growing comfortable with my nakedness if not the situation. One more slow step down, then another, then another. I was now hesitant again. I was fully available to anyone coming out of 74, I’d be slightly shield or totally exposed to some one coming out of 75 depending on how they stepped out and my reactions. I bit my lip and looked up and around. I’d done more than twelve but where was twenty-two or three even. my mind processed the question and came to the alarming answer three stairs down past 74.
My body now began to shake even more violently or perhaps no more than it had been from the start of my adventure but I just noticed it again properly. I pondered chickening out not thinking that all the time I hesitated there in the open I was giving Lillian a full show and potentially offering myself to any nibble flat escapologist who came tearing out to see. My mind pondered people sitting watching TV become uneasy and sensing that something was going on. Stop it! I was just making myself more nervous. But excited. I was shaking and wondering if I should pop to the loo. In the middle of all this? No breaking off now I’d not have the courage again. One more look then resolve. Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty then pause look at 75 then 74 then step down onto their landing. Flash!
Quickness now I thought. I rounded the banister curve and took twenty-one, twenty two, twenty-three then filled with the headiness of excitement twenty-four before my nerve broke and I spun around squeaking much to loudly on the grey tiles and pulling myself up the banister took three or four stairs at a time as I dashed back up. I was at the half landing in seconds Lillian smiling and giggling under her breath as I shot past her and fixed on the black hole of door 78. I bounded up the last flight and shot into the flat and straight through the living room pulling the far door nearly off its hinges as I flung myself through the bathroom door grabbing the pull cord as I did. Bathing my nakedness in light one more. I crossed the floor and pushed my slip and dress off the toilet before turning and shut the bathroom door with a forceful push as quietly as I could before turning once more striding across the floor plunking myself down on the toilet and release all the tension which echoed around the room and I don’t just mean the sound of running water.
It took a while for me to completely regain my senses and composure. I suddenly remembered that a) I was naked, b) in a strange flat miles from home, c) just posed naked for how many one, two, three oh countless colour photographs, and d) streaked the public area of a council block of flats, and YES! Twenty-four stairs first time out! Hat was I thinking1 What was I saying! This was stupid get a grip girl and stop shaking. Shaking with nervous exhaustion and post excitement withdrawal.
I mopped and stood to dress. I could hear Lillian across the way doing something. I’d worked out that the door opposite the bathroom must be the bedroom. I’d heard her walk through a little after I’d made my post victory re-entry. I picked up my thong and once more saw my reflection in the mirror and smiled and winked at the naked woman I saw there. Way to go girl! I stepped into the thong and pulled it up looking in the mirror to check its straightness with my thumbs aid. Next I reached for my bra and replaced it around my middle with hooks to the front for easy of fastening. Then turned it the right way before putting my arms through the straps and pulling it into correct placement. Adjusting its fit by pull bits out from underneath its self and straightening twists. Next the tights, replacing the toilet seat to sit down and pull them over my toes then up my legs to my knees before standing and bending slightly to pull them up then the waistband out over my thongs before squaring off the thicker upper band. Next the slip retrieve from the far side of the bath room where it had landed when I shoved it off the seat in haste. Taking it by the straps standing slightly bent, holding it out at arms length knee height, and stepping into it with my right then left foot before puling it up over my body that static crackling as I did. Now the dinning dress sheer black and body hugging tight. Stepping in at ankle height as I held it stooped over. Pulling it up then slipping arms through before reaching behind my back to pull the zip up as far as possible. Zerrrr. Then reach over shoulders to fiddle for the tag and pulling it to the top, zerrr. Then in the safety of the heels I remembered the vision before departing the safety of the bathroom. They now welcomed me back. The suction of the air being forced out as my feet slipped in. Firm warm and safe again.
I now checked my dress in the mirror and straighten my hair before one quick deep breath in before I faced the world. I’d not bothered with the lock this time in my haste so just pushed the handle of the door and pulled it open. Remembering I’d not flushed I turned back and pulled the chain before turning and crossing again to the door. I pulled it wide open hand on pull cord and plunge the bathroom and my memories into the cloak and shield of darkness. I crossed the little dimly lit square hall to the door to Lillian’s bedroom. The bed stood out. It was covered with a elegant home made quilt and scatter cushions the room was decorated in eastern style too. Lillian worked at a compute a powerful table light made up for the bedside locker lights which where covered with a silk cloth to dim them and cast a colourful shadow of light around the room.
“Come in I’m just sorting out the pictures before printing” Lillian said. I wasn’t sure if I was brave enough to see myself naked for posterity especially my posterior. I entered and crossed the room. I saw from the door way that the picture Lillian had on the screen was one of me dashing back up the stairs at the bottom of the second flight. You could clearly see far to much. My erect nipples, my God, I had realised I was that much on show! My black bush stood out but mercifully you couldn’t see anything else. “This is the one for the album” Lillian said and for a moment I thought she meant the one on the screen but she click the mouse and the picture changed to the one of me posing outside number 77. “I’ll just print it off and we’ll get a cup of tea while it dries” she said and with that the printer to the side clunked and snapped into life. The sound of the paper advancing and the ink cartridge moving side to side filled the room. One final snap plastic clink and the photo was ejected. The printer sprang immediately into life again. “A souvenir’ Lillian said as I looked now on a upside down photo of me, yes me, I’ll say it a gain for it to stick ME naked.
Lillian stood and gestured for me to leave the room. I turned to walk out. “I’ll get us a cup of tea you must be thirsty after all that exercise and excitement” truth was I was. I sat on the sofa playing over in my mine what I had just done. The album on the table calling me. I thought shortly my photo would be in that dammed thing too for all the world to see. Lillian brought me my tea and we sat sipping on it until I laid back against the sofa and said, “Lillian what are you making me do?” “I didn’t make you do anything?” Lillian said. I sat forward smiled and shook my head. I looked at my watch. “Gosh is that the time, I’ll have to go. Early start again tomorrow with all the new spring line to sort out” I said. I stood and Lillian stood too. “I’ll get your souvenir” Lillian said and quickly disappeared to the bedroom. I moved into the hall and put on my coat. Lillian appeared with the photo in a card cover. She reached forward and placed her lips on my cheek and pecked me. I turned and Lillian brushed past me to open the door then stood just inside and to the side to let me out. On the landing I turned and poked my head back into the hall where she stood and kissed her goodbye and said so at the same time. I turned and looked down the stairs. Smiled and turned my head to Lillian and we both giggled knowing exactly my thoughts. I clip-clopped down the stairs with a spring in my step remembering myself naked and thankful I hadn’t my attention grabbing heels on last time I was here. They where sure to wake the neighbours from their banal TV trance.
At the bottom I pressed the button to release the outside door and stepped out into the chilled cold dark night and paused for a moment to collect myself and remember where exactly my car was parked. I set off at pace to get out of the cold and to reach safety the council estate was a foreboding place to us other worlders as we where often referred to. My mobile morsed the receipt of a message and I decided not to look or read it out here in the wild west. I took out my key as I neared my car in preparation for a quick get away. I opened the door and before getting in took the photograph out of my long pocket. I climbed in and closed the door. I was now once more aware of the photograph and what I’d done. I couldn’t help opening the card front and looking in. The dim light wasn’t very good so I reached for my interior light switch and pulled it on. I looked at the picture in awe not really believing that it was me or that it was less than an hour ago I was naked on the stairs of the block of flats in front of me. My mobile morsed the receipt of another message and this time I fumbled in my pocket for it. I used the dexterity of one hand to bring up the messages. “Did you enjoy your little streak?” “Dare you to streak again….?” How had Lillian, for I assumed it was her and not some voyeur stranger, got my number.
Student House Part 3
I arrived home to find the house once more full of noise. Not that Emma and Lisa where noisy but they fill the house with warmth, and human voices. Emma was busy in the kitchen and Lisa was upstairs in her room moving around. I walked from the front door to the kitchen. “Hi” said Emma busy at the stove with an ensemble of pans and basins. “I’m doing us all dinner” she said looking over her shoulder. I went up stairs to change and poked my head into Lisa’s room as I did. She was busy unpacking. We said brief hellos and I went to my room to change. I’d just finished changing and putting things away when Emma called up to say that dinner would be 10 minutes. I arrived in the kitchen to be greeted by a set table and a open bottle of wine. I poured out a glass for myself and took a large delightful sip then poured the others a sizable measure too. Emma began to serve and Lisa appeared and we sat down to eat. Within minutes we had exchanged Christmas stories. They relaxed and re-went over the ground in more detail. When I was sat listening all I could think about was, “Do they know?” “Should I tell them?” Should I let it be a surprise on Thursday when Lillian turns up with the album. We cleared and the girls went to watch TV, I went to my study and finished some work then joined them to finish the wine before turning in around ten thirty.
On the Tuesday, the 11th, I arrived home from work to find the house in darkness. The girls where either out having fun or where delayed by over running lectures or study. I pulled up in the drive way and got out of the car keeping the keys in my hand I collected the bundle of shopping bags and other items from the back seat, then struggled to lock the car. I walked across the drive to the steps of the house and climbed the flight of six to the ledge in front of the outer door. I now struggled to open the outer door and barged and bundled my way through to the inner lobby way. I now used my bum and heel of my foot to push the door closed until I heard the click of the lock. In the darkness, well greater dimness of the lobby way I struggle to find the lock of the inner door rather than making life easier by putting the bags down and putting on the light. Once through I used the low ambient light to bump my way along the hall to the kitchen.
Once in the kitchen I dumped the bags on the floor then went for the light switch. Now in light or reasonable light I went back and secured the outer door before returning to the kitchen. I picked up the bags and placed them on the counter near the sink and window and began to empty them. I placed items together on the counter depending on whether they where destined for the freezer, fridge or cupboard. I picked up the first batch of goods for the freeze and turned through one hundred and eighty degrees to cross the kitchen to the tall freezer unit. It was then that I noticed the two strange items on the table. Strange in the sense of unexpected and certainly unexpected to be there. On the place mat where normally Emma sat was a little bundle of black nylon. Clearly from the frilliness of this bundle they where Emma’s knickers. Lisa’s place mat boasted the presence of a fuller bundle of pink cotton, panties. I looked and shivered at the thought’s of how, why, and what it would be like to leave mine like that, and about window cleaners looking in, then my heart leap as I worked out if today was windows’ day. I kept looking at the two bundles as I moved backwards and forwards across the kitchen and along the length of the table putting items away in the freezer, fridge and storage cupboards. Once done I stood at the outside door end of the table and surveyed this strange scene.
I picked up Lisa’s pink cotton and shook out the bundle just to confirm that they where in fact panties and had I think perhaps been briefly warned this morning. I scrunched them up again and replaced them on the place mat moving them slightly with my finger just in case Lisa or Emma could remember exactly how they’d left them. It struck me at this point that I was in some way invading their privacy by looking never mind touching. But I could not help myself.
I now took up Emma’s bundle and shuck it loose to see it was a brief thong. It wouldn’t cover her white bits I thought. I scrunched the thong back up and replaced it and went off to get changed.
I was stood in my bedroom just in bra and pants when I heard the key in the front door and moments later Lisa and Emma came bursting into the house all life and joy. They headed straight for the kitchen and I heard the kettle being put on. I finished changing and went down. Emma was seated at her place and Lisa was stood back to the counter waiting for the kettle to finish its final bubbling and steaming so she could fill the pot. The pink and black bundles had gone. Where? Into pocket or back on? Lisa had on tights and skirt as usual. Emma saw me move my head to check out her lower half and smiled but did not let any cats out of the bag. She was wearing trousers.
Lisa made the tea and we sat around not talking about clearly what was on everyone’s mind. Instead we told the tall tales of our days then broke off into our normal early evening routine. Me to my study, the girls to their rooms or dining room to study or complete homework assignments.
The Wednesday was early closing so I was home about four rather than six-thirty to seven o’clock. It was still light. As I turned into the driveway I could see Lillian’s bike resting against the foot of the wall that guarded the steps up to the front of the house. Lillian was on the ledge resting against the arch wall that separated the outer ledge with the inner ledge just before the outer door. She had a book in her hand reading.
I pulled up in front of the garage and she dropped her book and smiled looking over to me. I got out of the car and locked it. Then walked down and around its back end before crossing to the steps. I smiled as I rounded the end of the car. About halfway across. “You’re a day early” I said. “I wanted to show you your photo’s first” she said patting the side of her canvas shoulder bag. I saw from the distance that it was full as always, now I could tell with what as I approached the bottom of the steps. The album.
I climbed the steps and reached the ledge and reached out with my hand to push the door key into the lock and turned it. I pushed open the outer door and Lillian straighten up and stood clear of the wall. I stepped into the lobby and stood aside allowing Lillian in. I then closed the door behind her. I now switched off the alarm and proceeded to open the inner door and stepped through into the main hall. Lillian followed closing the door at my request. I walked along the hall to the kitchen Lillian tagging along behind. My sense of foreboding increasing as I did. Excitement tinged the air and I felt heady at Lillian’s presence. I reached the kitchen and entered crossing to fill and put on the kettle. As I did Lillian crossed to the table and pulled out a chair and sat down. I clicked on the kettle and turned around. “Do you want to hang your coat up” I said. Lillian stood moving the chair back and began to undo her coat. I crossed to her side and waited until she had undone the buttons and removed the coat. I took it from her and walked out to the coat stand and placed her coat on it. I began taking off my coat to put over the stair end until I took it away up stairs later. I returned to the kitchen to put cups ready for the tea. Lillian had took the album out of her bag along with another smaller album. These now laid invitingly and ominously on the table.
I made us a brew whilst making small talk. I then crossed carrying the cups to the seat at the end of the table nearest the back door which was my usual seat. We drank our tea continuing with small talk and relaxing the growing warmth as the central heating clicked on at its appointed time. Lillian eventually touched the larger album and pushed it around square. She opened the pages to the first page for this year and it contained three photographs. One of her outside her front door, and one each of the girls. Since they’d only been back since Monday they had to have been taken yesterday I reasoned. I looked closely at the quality of print which clearly showed the girls attributes in clear definition. I studied them closely. Lillian made no comment about these shoots.
She then pushed the other album into my space and smiled indicating for me to open it. I did and was surprised at the content. Surprised in that I had no clue what the content would be rather than surprised shocked. The content was naked photo’s of a thirty-something women running around on a flight of steps in a council block of flats. I hadn’t really appreciated just how revealing the camera could be. The photo that Lillian had given me printed on her printer was small and of poor quality in comparison to theses. They clearly showed all my assets and blemishes. I was fascinated by all the spots I seemed to have and all the different textures of skin. Lillian just looked at my looking not speaking but I could tell she was smiling.
I finished with my close scrutiny of the album and Lillian turned back the page of the main album to the previous year where my photo seemed to take pride of place. This now was a high quality one. My naked breasts providing the perfect mounting for my rose red enlarged nipples. My black bush was defined so perfectly by the digital image you could count the individual hairs. Oh my, I thought I never expected to be that revealed to future exhibits.
“So” Lillian said. I looked, it seemed to be a prompt but I wasn’t sure what my lines where meant to be. I smiled. “So. Have you mulled over my offer” Lillian said. I now looked puzzled. Lillian was playing cat and mouse with me and now she had me in her trap she sprang it. “Would you like that other dare. (pause) I promised you!” I want weak and my body turned to jelly and I quivered and wobbled uncontrollably.
We sat in silence for what seemed an age until I could collect myself and my thoughts and figure out a proper response. “I was, well, I was little low and full of ….ah….well. It wasn’t really me, you know” I said. “It wasn’t really you what?” Lillian said. “I was drunk” I said. “Drink driving! Naughty, naughty” said Lillian.
“The first time here. I meant” I said. “And the excuse for the streak at my flat was?” Lillian said trying to look nonchalant and quizzical. I just blushed and lowered my head not having an answer and knowing that I was beaten but needing still to win or at lease not surrender. “I was……well…. Shall I put it down to a life experience something I’ve done but not to be repeated? I said not being able to decide if it was a question or statement in answer. “You could but you are swivelling and squirming on the edge of your seat. (pause) (I breathed in deeply). And I bet your very warm and wet somewhere” Lillian said making me blush all over my body and a heat ripple swept over my body from head to toe and toe to head. “Shall we see just how …….keen….you are to be at my mercy again” Lillian said making me convulse and quiver at her words. A bolt of cold sweat ran the length of my inflamed body.
The atmosphere was intense I could feel my breathing. My chest ached and yearned in equal measure. I stared at her both daring and hoping. Daring and hoping what? That she would feel remorse, fear or just go off whatever idea she had. Or that she’d over power what ever weak will I had left.
“I dare you to stand on that mat” Lillian said looking at the back door mat behind me, causing me to turn and look. I looked puzzled at it then turned back the puzzle still on my face. Before I’d fully turned back Lillian spoke again. “And strip…..completely ……completely….naked?”. I shivered and convulsed and bead of sweat formed on my forehead and dissipated and sweat warm ripple rippled my body like a sci-fi beam. My breathing laboured and Lillian smiled and repeated the dare slowly and methodically sending my extremities in to violent twitches. “I…dare…you…to strip….completely….and I do mean…completely naked?
I now gulped and slowly raised pushing the chair back and looked over my shoulder at the mat. I looked back at Lillian and then turned my body around on the spot. I now looked back over my shoulder at Lillian. “Completely!” she said. I stepped out from between the chair and table. I looked back again but Lillian’s mind was firm and mine was weak. Hesitation for a few seconds. I clicked my way over to the mat in my heals. Three clicks and I was there in front of the mat facing the wooden back door. I looked down my body stilled clothed but could already see it naked in my minds eye. I stepped onto the mat, lifted my head, breathed for luck and strength and slowly turned to face Lillian. She turned herself and her chair to have a clear straight on view of my full length.
“Completely?” Lillian said.
I reached for the top button of my blouse and slowly unbuttoned it my fingers trembling and fumbling as I did. The second button was equally hesitant. The third revealed my bra bar and inside edge of the cups. The white lace seemed to scream at me. “What are you doing?” My answer even surprised me, “I’m stripping completely and I do mean completely naked?” I said to my invisible inquisitor. Lillian board smiled relaxed into her chair more and just feasted. She knew she had won. She had another scalp. Another slave. Oh know! I thought what was I thinking, what was I doing. I had surrendered more than my will I had surrendered myself.
I undid the next button then the next. Now I had to pull the blouse from my skirt. I slowly pulled it clear watching from the corner of my eye, my head turned down to watch the spectacle of myself stripping, for Lillian’s reaction. There was none but the victorious pleasant smile. I lifted my head and raised my arms to undo the three little buttons on my right cuff. My blouse hung open my bra clearly on show. I now turned my attention to my left cuff then once all buttons where free I raised my hands to shoulder level took hold of my blouse and lifted my blouse off my shoulders then let it drop to be caught at my elbows. I now lowered and straighten my arms and the blouse slipped off. It fell to the floor behind me and I left it there. I was stood my bra on show wondering what I should take off next.
I’d stood like that fidgeting for some thirty to forty seconds. I moved my hands slightly on a number of occasions starting for one piece of clothing or another to lose the nerve due to doubt. I knew I was going to be naked, completely naked, there was no doubt about that although I still was not sure what completely naked meant. Lillian just smiled and quietly spoke. “I’m going to see everything. I’m going to see you completely naked. I’ll have to teach you all the different ways to undress?” Lillian said. There where different ways to undress! Lillian smiled. “The bra please?” she asked.
I really didn’t process this request fully. What I mean is I didn’t realise just how exposed that would make me. I reached behind my back and that caused me to straighten. This made my breasts more prominent than they had been. I unclipped the top clip then undid the bottom clip taking the tension of the bra so it did not fly open. I took the tension out and lowered my shoulders then arms. The bra stayed in place. I looked at Lillian. My legs had been strong and firm to that point but now they wobbled and felt like jelly. It was a strange point in the process. I switched from a unreal state of mind to a very really, focused, unfussy state of mind. Just a kind of normality. Like I did this every day of my life. I reached for the straps and lifted them clear of my shoulders and pulled them forward pulling the bra clear to reveal my breasts to Lillian who now beamed bright red in satisfaction as they came to view. I lowered my arms the bra still between my hands at my thighs. I smiled at Lillian not sure what to do about the bra. I did not want to look down now to see my actual nakedness. Lillian smiled and seemed to calculate something.
“Put it on the table” she said. I hesitated knowing full well what that would mean. Closing on her to give her a up close and personal. I clicked then sound scaring me and halting me at its strange unexpectedness. Click, click and then I reached out straight my right arm over the edge of the table and deposited the bra. I held like that for Lillian’s appreciation which she gave in a warm smile. I lowered my arm and backed back to my spot. “And the blouse” Lillian said. I looked at her seemingly forgetting that shortly before this I’d been wearing one. I twisted around and looked down then clicked away from the mat presenting my bare back to Lillian. I now bent and reached for the blouse with my right hand once I had it in my grasp I stood and clutched it to my chest covering. I turned slowly still concealing my charms, Lillian seemed more intrigued than disappointed. I crossed in two clicks to the table stood smiling at Lillian for an age then provocatively and rather nonchalantly tossed the blouse clear onto the table. I turned and clicked back to the mat and then turned to face Lillian topless. I now noticed the clock and Lillian saw my noticing.
“Yes, they will be in soon” Lillian said.
I thought quickly if that was something I wanted or not but could not come to a decision. Lillian sensed this and made my mind up for me. “Oh, they are going to see you in the all-together” Lillian said making my heart ach and thump at the thought of being once more so displayed to my young lodgers. Lillian up the ante at that point and sent another convulsion ripping through my body. “Your going to streak completely naked to your room when they come in” then empathised the “COMPLETELY!” I shivered the kitchen turned cold.
A minute or so past with me just stood there topless watching the clock tick-tock and Lillian smiled in so many different ways. “If your not ready when they come in. I’…ll think of a more diabolical act for you to do. (My face was shock) Or would you perhaps prefer that. (I shuck my head, shivering and sweating in delight and fear). We’ll get the rest off, everything I want you completely naked.” Lillian said.
I now looked at the clock one more time they’d be here for sure within the quarter hour. I reached behind my back and undid the button of my skirt and then the little zip. I slowly and carefully using my thumbs guided it over my suspender belt. I then began to stoop as I guided it over my hips and down my upper thighs. Then it crackled over my nylons to my lower thigh above the knee before I let it drop with gravity. I now stood straight then looked down at the circle of material that surrounded me. I stepped back bumping my bottom on the door and moved my feet clear of the ring of the skirt. I dipped down and fumbled for it without looking and then stood up straight using the door for support. Skirt in hand I slowly crossed to the table and then raised it into Lillian’s sight before depositing it on the table. I stepped back towards the mat looking over my shoulder to arrive safely and precisely on my spot.
I now knew what I was going to do next. Quite where I got the nerve bravado and idea from I don’t know. It was not like me at all. I couldn’t ever imaging myself having such a thought. I reached for the waistband of my panties which matched my white lace bra. The lace was embroidered over the top of another piece of cotton so they where not see-through at all. The lace paten was of snowflakes or flower heads I could never make up my mind. I put my thumbs in and slowly slide them around the band one way then the other pulling the band clear of my skin. I then smiled and pushed the material to collect it in a rolled up ring around the tops of my thighs. I could tell by Lillian’s interest that my black bush at least in part was now on show. I twisted and pushed my wrists and the back of the panties snapped over my bum baring it to the cold wood of the door as in my exhilaration I swayed and touched it. My breathing caught hold of me again and my heart quicken. I knew precisely what a harlot I was being. I couldn’t seem to stop myself thinking lurid thoughts of myself. That I was somehow being base, disgusting but oh so free and joyful. One more push and they where mid upper thigh then stooping fixing my gaze on Lillian I slowly and methodically pushed the panties down my nylon clad legs. Long after they could fall free I continued to guided them until I was bent double breasts sway against the gravity, panties at ankles I smiled and leaving them there slowly straighten up my hands firm against my nylon glad legs seeming to accentuate the slow raise. I now stepped out of the panties with my right leg the placed it firmly on the floor before kicking the panties off and forward with my left leg.
“Your going to have to be much more naked than that” Lillian said.
I bent over and picked up the panties, straighten up, and then clicked across to the table. Lillian not once blinking or breaking her gaze to look away from my bush. I turned fully this time quite aware of the new view I was giving her and walked back to the mat. The clock had ticked and tocked it’s way through another five to six minutes.
I reached for the front left clasp of the suspender-belt and undid it, then the front right. Now the benefits of self-supports came to show. I loved wearing suspenders but hated stockings rolling down if the clasp came undone. I now did the left side rear, and then the right side rear before reaching behind to undo the rear hook. Now off I crossed with great pride and ceremony to the table. The removal of my suspenders always signified to me some deeply religious act. Some last release, signal of surrender and inevitability of my, ‘No don’t think that…SEX’.
All that remained was my nylons or so I thought. I stepped over to the table and pulled out the kitchen chair to step up on. Did I know what I was now so blatantly revealing to the walls that had eyes, sure I did and so to did Lillian. I slowly rolled down by right stocking to my knee then pausing to be sure I had Lillian’s undivided attention I continued to my ankle before pulling the nylon off by its toe. I now swapped legs and repeated to my delight and satisfaction the removal of this garment. Now completely naked I felt strangely liberated but unsure. I stood and Lillian smiled.
“Back on the mat I want to see all of you” Lillian said.
I turned and crossed to the mat. Some psychological barrier appeared to me as I crossed that three foot chasm. I turned and was a different person. Lillian seemed to instinctively sense this and pounced on it mercilessly.
“Stand there with your hands on your head” she said.
I instantly felt naked and vulnerable. The movement of arms and hands into position was a agonising ordeal fit for a medieval torture chamber. This was not a physical nakedness for that was plainly obvious to any bystander but a psychological nakedness. I stood there for an age Lillian just feasting on my flesh stratifying her hunger for me.
The light had begun to fade and my eyes where having trouble to focus. Lillian looked around for something.
“Walk like that and put the lights on” she said.
I now looked around stupidly to see if anyone was watching. Lillian smiled acknowledging my action. I walked from the mat passed the table and Lillian on the opposite side watched every step. Once passed her eyes moved from feasting on my breasts above the table to my bottom. I reached the light switch and clicked on the lights. There seemed much brighter than usual. I was more aware now of the outside world. The light seemed to scream out of the window and the inky black darkness seemed to be some terrifying horrible monster intent on devouring naked girls. And women. I realised that once more Lillian could see me full frontal but I was more concerned about who might see in through the window. Lillian noticed my hesitancy.
“You can walk back like that. Any attempt to hide and I’ll have you stand in front of the window every night for a week”. Lillian said sending a chilled fear down my body and causing a ice cubed drip to tickle my fancy. I shivered and thought of the utter humiliation of being seen by my old neighbour. I walked slowly back to the mat and kept as best I could a eye on the window.
“I should have you do that naked” Lillian said. I looked puzzled. “Oh your not naked enough yet” Lillian said. More puzzlement. “All your jewels piece at a time” Lillian said. So first I had to drop my hands and remove my watch and take and place it on the table, then back to the mat and hands on head. The time now marching on. Then my bracelet, then my first ring then my second. Then my ear rings one at a time. Each little trip generating a delight for Lillian and my further total subjugation. I was now truly in her power, I would have done anything to be so. I stood hands on head totally naked waiting.
The wait was agonising. Then Lillian smiled as if she’d added something to her plan. “Collect your clothes and put them on the mat” she said. Once more naked and more so when I walked I crossed to the table picked up my clothes and walked back to the mat and placed them on it. I stood to the side but Lillian was already steps ahead. “Stand on the mat, legs spread of course” Lillian said. I had to now make a really spectacle of myself. Pussy on show, breasts on show, no imagination needed. Lillian smiled and relaxed further back into her chair she was truly victorious the victories just kept coming. Just when I thought I could give up no more power she took more. Just how far could she go. I knew I was far too weak to put up any resistance to fight at all. My heart raced, fear and excitement mixed. I was at explosion point. One wrong move and I’d erupt all over the kitchen floor.
The clock clicked then the sound faint and yet screaming. The sound of a key. It was time, display time.
The sound of the door lock turning the gush of air, the sound of outside then the sound of girls laughing. Then the sound of the door closing just audible above my heart. The girls chattering and bubbling. Lillian held me with her eyes. Wait! Wait! Then yes Lillian dropped her gaze to capture all of me. I was off running for my bedroom. The sound of my bare feet across the kitchen floor alerted the crowd of onlookers. The girls where looking in my direction ready to get every bit of view they could. I appeared into sight and there I was naked to my lodgers streaking to their delight and my own. Run girl run. Dash as fast as you can. All my bits and pieces on wild abandon view. Total nakedness, exhilaration. I’m in the nuddy I was screaming as I shot passed the girls and turned up stairs.
“Way to go Ally” Lisa and Emma shouted.
The quietness of my room seemed strange. It was another continent. Another planet even. I was shaking. I was confused as to my sanity. I dressed quickly into pants bra slacks and top and found some slippers. I returned down stairs expecting to find Lisa and Emma looking over the photo album instead they where no where insight and the girls where just drinking tea. A fresh cup stood weighting for me. I sat down and couldn’t help but look at the pile of clothing on the mat. It screamed out loud ‘ally’s stripped and streaked’. It was a constant distraction to my thoughts as we talked about the day and our future plans. Lillian having an appointment left agreeing to return tomorrow for tea as planned.
“Remember now no removing them until tomorrow” Lillian said. The them was the pile of my clothes. They had to remain their until tomorrow night.
The next morning I dressed and made breakfast with the pile of clothes still sat on the mat. As I drove to work and went about my day every once and a while my thoughts would be penetrated by the fear of some window cleaner or bin man looking in on that pile of discarded clothes. Underwear brightly and clearly visible, asking questions I would not wish such manual labourers to be answering.
I drove home in suspense wondering what I would find besides my pile of discarded clothing. Thursday was late night opening so I did not reach home until eight o’clock. The darkness surrounded the house. The porch light was on and welcoming. The front room lights where out, but I could see the side dinning room and kitchen where on. I pulled up and stepped from my car as my mobile rang.
It was Lillian. “Is the street empty” she said. I looked around and answered. “Yes”. I heard the sound of movement over the phone and the line went dead. The front room light came on an illuminated the fireplace and near alcove over the back of the sofa in the bay. I instinctively moved further over to have a better view of Lillian quite naked crossing the room and touching the fireplace. Well I assumed she was naked since I could see only her upper topless half. I wondered what else I might see but the light was extinguished with my hopes. I waited a short while, but just a short while not wanting to draw attention to myself stood out in my drive on a little chilly night.
My phone rang again and I answered it. It was Lillian. “What did you see?” She asked. I smiled to myself. “You naked”. “Gosh you could see all of me?” she asked. “Ah, no, just the top half” I said. “Oh, that’s good coming I have a surprise for you?” She said.
I walked up the steps and opened the otter door and entered the inner small hall. The larger halls light lit up the small entry way. Suddenly I heard the unmistakeable patter of naked feet and two very naked and bound girls came flying from the dining room across the hall into the front room before after a short while reappearing to cross the hall and enter the kitchen. I stood and watched from my viewing box the lovely sight of abandon. I opened the inner door and entered to be re-greeted by Lillian now dressed. I could hear the girls dressing in the kitchen. Lillian kissed a welcome and said, “Dinners ready go and get changed and we’ll eat”. I slipped off my coat and shoes picked them up and dashed up stairs to change. It took about 10 minutes for me to change and be seated at the table with Emma and Lisa whilst Lillian served up a Hungarian stew.
After we’d ate we retired with coffee and unfinished wine to the lounge. Emma and Lisa sat in the window sofa, Lillian sat in the chair in the alcove to the right of the fire. I sat by myself on the larger sofa opposite the fire equally facing the others. Lillian had concealed her bag of mysteries besides the small chair and now reached over the arm and produced it. The album containing all mt pictures was pulled out and Lillian stood and walked over to the girls. They sat quietly for 10 to 15 minutes turning over each page and smiling deeply. Emma would form time to time take the album in her hands and raise it up square to their faces and turn it through indiscreet angles to maximise my shame completely.
Lillian broke the silence. “I’ve decided that I should release you two from your payment on one condition”. The girls looked at Lillian waiting for the terrible condition. My heart pounded and skipped right out of my chest. I knew this condition would not be a simple or nice affair. “We will all (Lillian stressed the all looking at me quite school teacher sternly) play a game of strip. The winner will get the pleasure of commanding the others until the end of the year”. Without really thinking or appreciating I said. “What does that mean? Financial year, or calendar year. (Then from some strange an dim part of my mind). Or academic year.” Lillian smiled. “I’d meant academic year, but thank you for clarifying, shall we say 31st December”. Lisa and Emma gasped in horror.
Silence fell again. I was very uncomfortable. I could not hold out any longer. “What would the winner be able to do?” I asked. Lillian smiled. “Whatever they wanted!” she said. I did not like that at all.
“Your saying that we can stop having to do a streak a week, a spank a month (I breathed in at this point I’d not know about the spanking) and being bound once a quarter if we agree to play a strip game again” Lisa said. Lillian nodded. “But if we lose we are under the control of the winner until New Years Eve”. Lillian nodded very slowly and deliberately. “Okay” said Emma. “That’s easy for you to say you nearly beat her last time you both annihilated me” Lisa complained. We al chuckled at her protest.
“We’ll play something that as more random luck than skill about it” Lillian said. “like what?” Lisa said. “Chase the lady” Lillian said. “Shuffle after every hand” Emma said. “And jacks stop the swap” Lisa said. “Okay, but the black ladies a killer” Lillian said. Both nodded, I just looked puzzled. “So are you in” Lisa said. I looked studiously and tried to regain control of my composure and the situation.
“I’m not sure I know that game and the rules” I said. Emma began to explain, “We each are dealt a card” Lisa interrupted, “After cutting for deal”. “Yes, after cutting for deal, highest card is the dealer, we are dealt each a card. We each look at our cards and starting with the person to the left of the dealer if we want to we can swap the card with the person to our left. You can only stop the person to your right taking your card if you have a Jack. The objective is not to get left with the lowest card. If you do you have to take off a item.” Emma finished. “The dealer can at the end swap the card they have been given by the player to their right with the top card on the pack” “What about, ‘the black ladies are killer’” I said. “Ah, if your left with a black queen you have to take off all your remaining clothing whether or not it’s the highest or lowest card” Lillian said.
“So are you in” Lisa asked.
“I’m not sure I’m not sure what wining and losing actually means” We’ll if I win I get to do whatever I like to you and you have to do whatever I want” Lillian said. Then added, “I intend to win!”
“Yes, but, I, What I mean is. (Long sigh)”. For I wasn’t sure what I was going on about. “We could draw up a list of what would and would not be acceptable” Emma said looking at me. I nodded. “So your in subject to a limiting list being drawn up” Lillian asked. I nodded. “Can I suggest then we play on Saturday (I turned quickly to protest Lillian sensed it and checked herself) or perhaps, yes, Sunday morning, early, before church” Lillian ended. I could not think of an objection so it was agreed. 8 O’clock start.
I entered in my diary the list.
Thursday 13th January 2000
• Required to wear or not to wear any and or all items of clothing
• Required to strip naked or semi naked anywhere, anytime, so long as its not going to obviously lead to arrest
• Can be required to streak at Ally’s house in hours of darkness only outside, anytime inside, but will on at least one occasion streak outside in day light hours,
• Can be spanked or cane any instrument to a maximum of age but the norm being 6 or 12 and must stop if requested.
• Can tie up, blindfold, cuff etc, but must not be left like that outside naked,
• Body searches allowed.
• Sex only allowed with permission.
On the Tuesday, the 11th, I arrived home from work to find the house in darkness. The girls where either out having fun or where delayed by over running lectures or study. I pulled up in the drive way and got out of the car keeping the keys in my hand I collected the bundle of shopping bags and other items from the back seat, then struggled to lock the car. I walked across the drive to the steps of the house and climbed the flight of six to the ledge in front of the outer door. I now struggled to open the outer door and barged and bundled my way through to the inner lobby way. I now used my bum and heel of my foot to push the door closed until I heard the click of the lock. In the darkness, well greater dimness of the lobby way I struggle to find the lock of the inner door rather than making life easier by putting the bags down and putting on the light. Once through I used the low ambient light to bump my way along the hall to the kitchen.
Once in the kitchen I dumped the bags on the floor then went for the light switch. Now in light or reasonable light I went back and secured the outer door before returning to the kitchen. I picked up the bags and placed them on the counter near the sink and window and began to empty them. I placed items together on the counter depending on whether they where destined for the freezer, fridge or cupboard. I picked up the first batch of goods for the freeze and turned through one hundred and eighty degrees to cross the kitchen to the tall freezer unit. It was then that I noticed the two strange items on the table. Strange in the sense of unexpected and certainly unexpected to be there. On the place mat where normally Emma sat was a little bundle of black nylon. Clearly from the frilliness of this bundle they where Emma’s knickers. Lisa’s place mat boasted the presence of a fuller bundle of pink cotton, panties. I looked and shivered at the thought’s of how, why, and what it would be like to leave mine like that, and about window cleaners looking in, then my heart leap as I worked out if today was windows’ day. I kept looking at the two bundles as I moved backwards and forwards across the kitchen and along the length of the table putting items away in the freezer, fridge and storage cupboards. Once done I stood at the outside door end of the table and surveyed this strange scene.
I picked up Lisa’s pink cotton and shook out the bundle just to confirm that they where in fact panties and had I think perhaps been briefly warned this morning. I scrunched them up again and replaced them on the place mat moving them slightly with my finger just in case Lisa or Emma could remember exactly how they’d left them. It struck me at this point that I was in some way invading their privacy by looking never mind touching. But I could not help myself.
I now took up Emma’s bundle and shuck it loose to see it was a brief thong. It wouldn’t cover her white bits I thought. I scrunched the thong back up and replaced it and went off to get changed.
I was stood in my bedroom just in bra and pants when I heard the key in the front door and moments later Lisa and Emma came bursting into the house all life and joy. They headed straight for the kitchen and I heard the kettle being put on. I finished changing and went down. Emma was seated at her place and Lisa was stood back to the counter waiting for the kettle to finish its final bubbling and steaming so she could fill the pot. The pink and black bundles had gone. Where? Into pocket or back on? Lisa had on tights and skirt as usual. Emma saw me move my head to check out her lower half and smiled but did not let any cats out of the bag. She was wearing trousers.
Lisa made the tea and we sat around not talking about clearly what was on everyone’s mind. Instead we told the tall tales of our days then broke off into our normal early evening routine. Me to my study, the girls to their rooms or dining room to study or complete homework assignments.
The Wednesday was early closing so I was home about four rather than six-thirty to seven o’clock. It was still light. As I turned into the driveway I could see Lillian’s bike resting against the foot of the wall that guarded the steps up to the front of the house. Lillian was on the ledge resting against the arch wall that separated the outer ledge with the inner ledge just before the outer door. She had a book in her hand reading.
I pulled up in front of the garage and she dropped her book and smiled looking over to me. I got out of the car and locked it. Then walked down and around its back end before crossing to the steps. I smiled as I rounded the end of the car. About halfway across. “You’re a day early” I said. “I wanted to show you your photo’s first” she said patting the side of her canvas shoulder bag. I saw from the distance that it was full as always, now I could tell with what as I approached the bottom of the steps. The album.
I climbed the steps and reached the ledge and reached out with my hand to push the door key into the lock and turned it. I pushed open the outer door and Lillian straighten up and stood clear of the wall. I stepped into the lobby and stood aside allowing Lillian in. I then closed the door behind her. I now switched off the alarm and proceeded to open the inner door and stepped through into the main hall. Lillian followed closing the door at my request. I walked along the hall to the kitchen Lillian tagging along behind. My sense of foreboding increasing as I did. Excitement tinged the air and I felt heady at Lillian’s presence. I reached the kitchen and entered crossing to fill and put on the kettle. As I did Lillian crossed to the table and pulled out a chair and sat down. I clicked on the kettle and turned around. “Do you want to hang your coat up” I said. Lillian stood moving the chair back and began to undo her coat. I crossed to her side and waited until she had undone the buttons and removed the coat. I took it from her and walked out to the coat stand and placed her coat on it. I began taking off my coat to put over the stair end until I took it away up stairs later. I returned to the kitchen to put cups ready for the tea. Lillian had took the album out of her bag along with another smaller album. These now laid invitingly and ominously on the table.
I made us a brew whilst making small talk. I then crossed carrying the cups to the seat at the end of the table nearest the back door which was my usual seat. We drank our tea continuing with small talk and relaxing the growing warmth as the central heating clicked on at its appointed time. Lillian eventually touched the larger album and pushed it around square. She opened the pages to the first page for this year and it contained three photographs. One of her outside her front door, and one each of the girls. Since they’d only been back since Monday they had to have been taken yesterday I reasoned. I looked closely at the quality of print which clearly showed the girls attributes in clear definition. I studied them closely. Lillian made no comment about these shoots.
She then pushed the other album into my space and smiled indicating for me to open it. I did and was surprised at the content. Surprised in that I had no clue what the content would be rather than surprised shocked. The content was naked photo’s of a thirty-something women running around on a flight of steps in a council block of flats. I hadn’t really appreciated just how revealing the camera could be. The photo that Lillian had given me printed on her printer was small and of poor quality in comparison to theses. They clearly showed all my assets and blemishes. I was fascinated by all the spots I seemed to have and all the different textures of skin. Lillian just looked at my looking not speaking but I could tell she was smiling.
I finished with my close scrutiny of the album and Lillian turned back the page of the main album to the previous year where my photo seemed to take pride of place. This now was a high quality one. My naked breasts providing the perfect mounting for my rose red enlarged nipples. My black bush was defined so perfectly by the digital image you could count the individual hairs. Oh my, I thought I never expected to be that revealed to future exhibits.
“So” Lillian said. I looked, it seemed to be a prompt but I wasn’t sure what my lines where meant to be. I smiled. “So. Have you mulled over my offer” Lillian said. I now looked puzzled. Lillian was playing cat and mouse with me and now she had me in her trap she sprang it. “Would you like that other dare. (pause) I promised you!” I want weak and my body turned to jelly and I quivered and wobbled uncontrollably.
We sat in silence for what seemed an age until I could collect myself and my thoughts and figure out a proper response. “I was, well, I was little low and full of ….ah….well. It wasn’t really me, you know” I said. “It wasn’t really you what?” Lillian said. “I was drunk” I said. “Drink driving! Naughty, naughty” said Lillian.
“The first time here. I meant” I said. “And the excuse for the streak at my flat was?” Lillian said trying to look nonchalant and quizzical. I just blushed and lowered my head not having an answer and knowing that I was beaten but needing still to win or at lease not surrender. “I was……well…. Shall I put it down to a life experience something I’ve done but not to be repeated? I said not being able to decide if it was a question or statement in answer. “You could but you are swivelling and squirming on the edge of your seat. (pause) (I breathed in deeply). And I bet your very warm and wet somewhere” Lillian said making me blush all over my body and a heat ripple swept over my body from head to toe and toe to head. “Shall we see just how …….keen….you are to be at my mercy again” Lillian said making me convulse and quiver at her words. A bolt of cold sweat ran the length of my inflamed body.
The atmosphere was intense I could feel my breathing. My chest ached and yearned in equal measure. I stared at her both daring and hoping. Daring and hoping what? That she would feel remorse, fear or just go off whatever idea she had. Or that she’d over power what ever weak will I had left.
“I dare you to stand on that mat” Lillian said looking at the back door mat behind me, causing me to turn and look. I looked puzzled at it then turned back the puzzle still on my face. Before I’d fully turned back Lillian spoke again. “And strip…..completely ……completely….naked?”. I shivered and convulsed and bead of sweat formed on my forehead and dissipated and sweat warm ripple rippled my body like a sci-fi beam. My breathing laboured and Lillian smiled and repeated the dare slowly and methodically sending my extremities in to violent twitches. “I…dare…you…to strip….completely….and I do mean…completely naked?
I now gulped and slowly raised pushing the chair back and looked over my shoulder at the mat. I looked back at Lillian and then turned my body around on the spot. I now looked back over my shoulder at Lillian. “Completely!” she said. I stepped out from between the chair and table. I looked back again but Lillian’s mind was firm and mine was weak. Hesitation for a few seconds. I clicked my way over to the mat in my heals. Three clicks and I was there in front of the mat facing the wooden back door. I looked down my body stilled clothed but could already see it naked in my minds eye. I stepped onto the mat, lifted my head, breathed for luck and strength and slowly turned to face Lillian. She turned herself and her chair to have a clear straight on view of my full length.
“Completely?” Lillian said.
I reached for the top button of my blouse and slowly unbuttoned it my fingers trembling and fumbling as I did. The second button was equally hesitant. The third revealed my bra bar and inside edge of the cups. The white lace seemed to scream at me. “What are you doing?” My answer even surprised me, “I’m stripping completely and I do mean completely naked?” I said to my invisible inquisitor. Lillian board smiled relaxed into her chair more and just feasted. She knew she had won. She had another scalp. Another slave. Oh know! I thought what was I thinking, what was I doing. I had surrendered more than my will I had surrendered myself.
I undid the next button then the next. Now I had to pull the blouse from my skirt. I slowly pulled it clear watching from the corner of my eye, my head turned down to watch the spectacle of myself stripping, for Lillian’s reaction. There was none but the victorious pleasant smile. I lifted my head and raised my arms to undo the three little buttons on my right cuff. My blouse hung open my bra clearly on show. I now turned my attention to my left cuff then once all buttons where free I raised my hands to shoulder level took hold of my blouse and lifted my blouse off my shoulders then let it drop to be caught at my elbows. I now lowered and straighten my arms and the blouse slipped off. It fell to the floor behind me and I left it there. I was stood my bra on show wondering what I should take off next.
I’d stood like that fidgeting for some thirty to forty seconds. I moved my hands slightly on a number of occasions starting for one piece of clothing or another to lose the nerve due to doubt. I knew I was going to be naked, completely naked, there was no doubt about that although I still was not sure what completely naked meant. Lillian just smiled and quietly spoke. “I’m going to see everything. I’m going to see you completely naked. I’ll have to teach you all the different ways to undress?” Lillian said. There where different ways to undress! Lillian smiled. “The bra please?” she asked.
I really didn’t process this request fully. What I mean is I didn’t realise just how exposed that would make me. I reached behind my back and that caused me to straighten. This made my breasts more prominent than they had been. I unclipped the top clip then undid the bottom clip taking the tension of the bra so it did not fly open. I took the tension out and lowered my shoulders then arms. The bra stayed in place. I looked at Lillian. My legs had been strong and firm to that point but now they wobbled and felt like jelly. It was a strange point in the process. I switched from a unreal state of mind to a very really, focused, unfussy state of mind. Just a kind of normality. Like I did this every day of my life. I reached for the straps and lifted them clear of my shoulders and pulled them forward pulling the bra clear to reveal my breasts to Lillian who now beamed bright red in satisfaction as they came to view. I lowered my arms the bra still between my hands at my thighs. I smiled at Lillian not sure what to do about the bra. I did not want to look down now to see my actual nakedness. Lillian smiled and seemed to calculate something.
“Put it on the table” she said. I hesitated knowing full well what that would mean. Closing on her to give her a up close and personal. I clicked then sound scaring me and halting me at its strange unexpectedness. Click, click and then I reached out straight my right arm over the edge of the table and deposited the bra. I held like that for Lillian’s appreciation which she gave in a warm smile. I lowered my arm and backed back to my spot. “And the blouse” Lillian said. I looked at her seemingly forgetting that shortly before this I’d been wearing one. I twisted around and looked down then clicked away from the mat presenting my bare back to Lillian. I now bent and reached for the blouse with my right hand once I had it in my grasp I stood and clutched it to my chest covering. I turned slowly still concealing my charms, Lillian seemed more intrigued than disappointed. I crossed in two clicks to the table stood smiling at Lillian for an age then provocatively and rather nonchalantly tossed the blouse clear onto the table. I turned and clicked back to the mat and then turned to face Lillian topless. I now noticed the clock and Lillian saw my noticing.
“Yes, they will be in soon” Lillian said.
I thought quickly if that was something I wanted or not but could not come to a decision. Lillian sensed this and made my mind up for me. “Oh, they are going to see you in the all-together” Lillian said making my heart ach and thump at the thought of being once more so displayed to my young lodgers. Lillian up the ante at that point and sent another convulsion ripping through my body. “Your going to streak completely naked to your room when they come in” then empathised the “COMPLETELY!” I shivered the kitchen turned cold.
A minute or so past with me just stood there topless watching the clock tick-tock and Lillian smiled in so many different ways. “If your not ready when they come in. I’…ll think of a more diabolical act for you to do. (My face was shock) Or would you perhaps prefer that. (I shuck my head, shivering and sweating in delight and fear). We’ll get the rest off, everything I want you completely naked.” Lillian said.
I now looked at the clock one more time they’d be here for sure within the quarter hour. I reached behind my back and undid the button of my skirt and then the little zip. I slowly and carefully using my thumbs guided it over my suspender belt. I then began to stoop as I guided it over my hips and down my upper thighs. Then it crackled over my nylons to my lower thigh above the knee before I let it drop with gravity. I now stood straight then looked down at the circle of material that surrounded me. I stepped back bumping my bottom on the door and moved my feet clear of the ring of the skirt. I dipped down and fumbled for it without looking and then stood up straight using the door for support. Skirt in hand I slowly crossed to the table and then raised it into Lillian’s sight before depositing it on the table. I stepped back towards the mat looking over my shoulder to arrive safely and precisely on my spot.
I now knew what I was going to do next. Quite where I got the nerve bravado and idea from I don’t know. It was not like me at all. I couldn’t ever imaging myself having such a thought. I reached for the waistband of my panties which matched my white lace bra. The lace was embroidered over the top of another piece of cotton so they where not see-through at all. The lace paten was of snowflakes or flower heads I could never make up my mind. I put my thumbs in and slowly slide them around the band one way then the other pulling the band clear of my skin. I then smiled and pushed the material to collect it in a rolled up ring around the tops of my thighs. I could tell by Lillian’s interest that my black bush at least in part was now on show. I twisted and pushed my wrists and the back of the panties snapped over my bum baring it to the cold wood of the door as in my exhilaration I swayed and touched it. My breathing caught hold of me again and my heart quicken. I knew precisely what a harlot I was being. I couldn’t seem to stop myself thinking lurid thoughts of myself. That I was somehow being base, disgusting but oh so free and joyful. One more push and they where mid upper thigh then stooping fixing my gaze on Lillian I slowly and methodically pushed the panties down my nylon clad legs. Long after they could fall free I continued to guided them until I was bent double breasts sway against the gravity, panties at ankles I smiled and leaving them there slowly straighten up my hands firm against my nylon glad legs seeming to accentuate the slow raise. I now stepped out of the panties with my right leg the placed it firmly on the floor before kicking the panties off and forward with my left leg.
“Your going to have to be much more naked than that” Lillian said.
I bent over and picked up the panties, straighten up, and then clicked across to the table. Lillian not once blinking or breaking her gaze to look away from my bush. I turned fully this time quite aware of the new view I was giving her and walked back to the mat. The clock had ticked and tocked it’s way through another five to six minutes.
I reached for the front left clasp of the suspender-belt and undid it, then the front right. Now the benefits of self-supports came to show. I loved wearing suspenders but hated stockings rolling down if the clasp came undone. I now did the left side rear, and then the right side rear before reaching behind to undo the rear hook. Now off I crossed with great pride and ceremony to the table. The removal of my suspenders always signified to me some deeply religious act. Some last release, signal of surrender and inevitability of my, ‘No don’t think that…SEX’.
All that remained was my nylons or so I thought. I stepped over to the table and pulled out the kitchen chair to step up on. Did I know what I was now so blatantly revealing to the walls that had eyes, sure I did and so to did Lillian. I slowly rolled down by right stocking to my knee then pausing to be sure I had Lillian’s undivided attention I continued to my ankle before pulling the nylon off by its toe. I now swapped legs and repeated to my delight and satisfaction the removal of this garment. Now completely naked I felt strangely liberated but unsure. I stood and Lillian smiled.
“Back on the mat I want to see all of you” Lillian said.
I turned and crossed to the mat. Some psychological barrier appeared to me as I crossed that three foot chasm. I turned and was a different person. Lillian seemed to instinctively sense this and pounced on it mercilessly.
“Stand there with your hands on your head” she said.
I instantly felt naked and vulnerable. The movement of arms and hands into position was a agonising ordeal fit for a medieval torture chamber. This was not a physical nakedness for that was plainly obvious to any bystander but a psychological nakedness. I stood there for an age Lillian just feasting on my flesh stratifying her hunger for me.
The light had begun to fade and my eyes where having trouble to focus. Lillian looked around for something.
“Walk like that and put the lights on” she said.
I now looked around stupidly to see if anyone was watching. Lillian smiled acknowledging my action. I walked from the mat passed the table and Lillian on the opposite side watched every step. Once passed her eyes moved from feasting on my breasts above the table to my bottom. I reached the light switch and clicked on the lights. There seemed much brighter than usual. I was more aware now of the outside world. The light seemed to scream out of the window and the inky black darkness seemed to be some terrifying horrible monster intent on devouring naked girls. And women. I realised that once more Lillian could see me full frontal but I was more concerned about who might see in through the window. Lillian noticed my hesitancy.
“You can walk back like that. Any attempt to hide and I’ll have you stand in front of the window every night for a week”. Lillian said sending a chilled fear down my body and causing a ice cubed drip to tickle my fancy. I shivered and thought of the utter humiliation of being seen by my old neighbour. I walked slowly back to the mat and kept as best I could a eye on the window.
“I should have you do that naked” Lillian said. I looked puzzled. “Oh your not naked enough yet” Lillian said. More puzzlement. “All your jewels piece at a time” Lillian said. So first I had to drop my hands and remove my watch and take and place it on the table, then back to the mat and hands on head. The time now marching on. Then my bracelet, then my first ring then my second. Then my ear rings one at a time. Each little trip generating a delight for Lillian and my further total subjugation. I was now truly in her power, I would have done anything to be so. I stood hands on head totally naked waiting.
The wait was agonising. Then Lillian smiled as if she’d added something to her plan. “Collect your clothes and put them on the mat” she said. Once more naked and more so when I walked I crossed to the table picked up my clothes and walked back to the mat and placed them on it. I stood to the side but Lillian was already steps ahead. “Stand on the mat, legs spread of course” Lillian said. I had to now make a really spectacle of myself. Pussy on show, breasts on show, no imagination needed. Lillian smiled and relaxed further back into her chair she was truly victorious the victories just kept coming. Just when I thought I could give up no more power she took more. Just how far could she go. I knew I was far too weak to put up any resistance to fight at all. My heart raced, fear and excitement mixed. I was at explosion point. One wrong move and I’d erupt all over the kitchen floor.
The clock clicked then the sound faint and yet screaming. The sound of a key. It was time, display time.
The sound of the door lock turning the gush of air, the sound of outside then the sound of girls laughing. Then the sound of the door closing just audible above my heart. The girls chattering and bubbling. Lillian held me with her eyes. Wait! Wait! Then yes Lillian dropped her gaze to capture all of me. I was off running for my bedroom. The sound of my bare feet across the kitchen floor alerted the crowd of onlookers. The girls where looking in my direction ready to get every bit of view they could. I appeared into sight and there I was naked to my lodgers streaking to their delight and my own. Run girl run. Dash as fast as you can. All my bits and pieces on wild abandon view. Total nakedness, exhilaration. I’m in the nuddy I was screaming as I shot passed the girls and turned up stairs.
“Way to go Ally” Lisa and Emma shouted.
The quietness of my room seemed strange. It was another continent. Another planet even. I was shaking. I was confused as to my sanity. I dressed quickly into pants bra slacks and top and found some slippers. I returned down stairs expecting to find Lisa and Emma looking over the photo album instead they where no where insight and the girls where just drinking tea. A fresh cup stood weighting for me. I sat down and couldn’t help but look at the pile of clothing on the mat. It screamed out loud ‘ally’s stripped and streaked’. It was a constant distraction to my thoughts as we talked about the day and our future plans. Lillian having an appointment left agreeing to return tomorrow for tea as planned.
“Remember now no removing them until tomorrow” Lillian said. The them was the pile of my clothes. They had to remain their until tomorrow night.
The next morning I dressed and made breakfast with the pile of clothes still sat on the mat. As I drove to work and went about my day every once and a while my thoughts would be penetrated by the fear of some window cleaner or bin man looking in on that pile of discarded clothes. Underwear brightly and clearly visible, asking questions I would not wish such manual labourers to be answering.
I drove home in suspense wondering what I would find besides my pile of discarded clothing. Thursday was late night opening so I did not reach home until eight o’clock. The darkness surrounded the house. The porch light was on and welcoming. The front room lights where out, but I could see the side dinning room and kitchen where on. I pulled up and stepped from my car as my mobile rang.
It was Lillian. “Is the street empty” she said. I looked around and answered. “Yes”. I heard the sound of movement over the phone and the line went dead. The front room light came on an illuminated the fireplace and near alcove over the back of the sofa in the bay. I instinctively moved further over to have a better view of Lillian quite naked crossing the room and touching the fireplace. Well I assumed she was naked since I could see only her upper topless half. I wondered what else I might see but the light was extinguished with my hopes. I waited a short while, but just a short while not wanting to draw attention to myself stood out in my drive on a little chilly night.
My phone rang again and I answered it. It was Lillian. “What did you see?” She asked. I smiled to myself. “You naked”. “Gosh you could see all of me?” she asked. “Ah, no, just the top half” I said. “Oh, that’s good coming I have a surprise for you?” She said.
I walked up the steps and opened the otter door and entered the inner small hall. The larger halls light lit up the small entry way. Suddenly I heard the unmistakeable patter of naked feet and two very naked and bound girls came flying from the dining room across the hall into the front room before after a short while reappearing to cross the hall and enter the kitchen. I stood and watched from my viewing box the lovely sight of abandon. I opened the inner door and entered to be re-greeted by Lillian now dressed. I could hear the girls dressing in the kitchen. Lillian kissed a welcome and said, “Dinners ready go and get changed and we’ll eat”. I slipped off my coat and shoes picked them up and dashed up stairs to change. It took about 10 minutes for me to change and be seated at the table with Emma and Lisa whilst Lillian served up a Hungarian stew.
After we’d ate we retired with coffee and unfinished wine to the lounge. Emma and Lisa sat in the window sofa, Lillian sat in the chair in the alcove to the right of the fire. I sat by myself on the larger sofa opposite the fire equally facing the others. Lillian had concealed her bag of mysteries besides the small chair and now reached over the arm and produced it. The album containing all mt pictures was pulled out and Lillian stood and walked over to the girls. They sat quietly for 10 to 15 minutes turning over each page and smiling deeply. Emma would form time to time take the album in her hands and raise it up square to their faces and turn it through indiscreet angles to maximise my shame completely.
Lillian broke the silence. “I’ve decided that I should release you two from your payment on one condition”. The girls looked at Lillian waiting for the terrible condition. My heart pounded and skipped right out of my chest. I knew this condition would not be a simple or nice affair. “We will all (Lillian stressed the all looking at me quite school teacher sternly) play a game of strip. The winner will get the pleasure of commanding the others until the end of the year”. Without really thinking or appreciating I said. “What does that mean? Financial year, or calendar year. (Then from some strange an dim part of my mind). Or academic year.” Lillian smiled. “I’d meant academic year, but thank you for clarifying, shall we say 31st December”. Lisa and Emma gasped in horror.
Silence fell again. I was very uncomfortable. I could not hold out any longer. “What would the winner be able to do?” I asked. Lillian smiled. “Whatever they wanted!” she said. I did not like that at all.
“Your saying that we can stop having to do a streak a week, a spank a month (I breathed in at this point I’d not know about the spanking) and being bound once a quarter if we agree to play a strip game again” Lisa said. Lillian nodded. “But if we lose we are under the control of the winner until New Years Eve”. Lillian nodded very slowly and deliberately. “Okay” said Emma. “That’s easy for you to say you nearly beat her last time you both annihilated me” Lisa complained. We al chuckled at her protest.
“We’ll play something that as more random luck than skill about it” Lillian said. “like what?” Lisa said. “Chase the lady” Lillian said. “Shuffle after every hand” Emma said. “And jacks stop the swap” Lisa said. “Okay, but the black ladies a killer” Lillian said. Both nodded, I just looked puzzled. “So are you in” Lisa said. I looked studiously and tried to regain control of my composure and the situation.
“I’m not sure I know that game and the rules” I said. Emma began to explain, “We each are dealt a card” Lisa interrupted, “After cutting for deal”. “Yes, after cutting for deal, highest card is the dealer, we are dealt each a card. We each look at our cards and starting with the person to the left of the dealer if we want to we can swap the card with the person to our left. You can only stop the person to your right taking your card if you have a Jack. The objective is not to get left with the lowest card. If you do you have to take off a item.” Emma finished. “The dealer can at the end swap the card they have been given by the player to their right with the top card on the pack” “What about, ‘the black ladies are killer’” I said. “Ah, if your left with a black queen you have to take off all your remaining clothing whether or not it’s the highest or lowest card” Lillian said.
“So are you in” Lisa asked.
“I’m not sure I’m not sure what wining and losing actually means” We’ll if I win I get to do whatever I like to you and you have to do whatever I want” Lillian said. Then added, “I intend to win!”
“Yes, but, I, What I mean is. (Long sigh)”. For I wasn’t sure what I was going on about. “We could draw up a list of what would and would not be acceptable” Emma said looking at me. I nodded. “So your in subject to a limiting list being drawn up” Lillian asked. I nodded. “Can I suggest then we play on Saturday (I turned quickly to protest Lillian sensed it and checked herself) or perhaps, yes, Sunday morning, early, before church” Lillian ended. I could not think of an objection so it was agreed. 8 O’clock start.
I entered in my diary the list.
Thursday 13th January 2000
• Required to wear or not to wear any and or all items of clothing
• Required to strip naked or semi naked anywhere, anytime, so long as its not going to obviously lead to arrest
• Can be required to streak at Ally’s house in hours of darkness only outside, anytime inside, but will on at least one occasion streak outside in day light hours,
• Can be spanked or cane any instrument to a maximum of age but the norm being 6 or 12 and must stop if requested.
• Can tie up, blindfold, cuff etc, but must not be left like that outside naked,
• Body searches allowed.
• Sex only allowed with permission.
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