Secret Afterglow

I quickly realised she wasn't joking. I lost my socks in the first hand - no big deal. Then I got lucky two hands in a row, and Sylvia and Jess were left barefoot. Dan chose to take off his shirt when he lost, and it was easy to see why - he had the hard, sculpted torso of a fitness model, it was a wonder he ever put a shirt on at all.

After that, though, things quickly went downhill, as I lost my cardigan, shirt, tank top and trousers one after the other, and was left sitting at Sylvia's kitchen table in only my underwear, a modest black set that I was suddenly aware I'd had for years, and which had faded badly from being washed so many times.

I'd been good looking when I was young. Slim, maybe even skinny, smooth-skinned, a real beauty. Now, though, I was starting to show the signs of age - lines around my mouth, the beginnings of crows feet, and the extra weight everyone gains when they hit middle age. My dark eyes were unchanged, my hair still glossy and black as India ink, and the weight gain meant I finally had the full breasts I'd wanted when I was younger; but I had some fat around my middle now, and my hips, thighs and arse carried their share of the extra bodyfat. So I pulled my knees up to my chest to hide myself, and my cheeks burned bright red while Lucy dealt the next hand.

I wasn't the only one having bad luck tonight. Lucy was still fully clothed, Jess was wearing everything but her socks, and Dan was really only showing off, but Sylvia lost the next three hands running - unlike me, though, she was wearing a long shirt that reached down to mid-thigh, so she could take off her trousers and underwear and still look fairly modest.

Then I lost again, and a cheer went up from the others.

"Alright Nell," Jess said, smiling, "let's get a good look at you!"

I flushed, which made them laugh. Then, I had a stroke of genius - I took off my watch. When Dan objected, I replied,

"It's something I'm wearing, isn't it?" I looked over at Sylvia, the host and de-facto boss of the group. "If I'm wearing it, it counts as clothes, right?" She sighed.

"Alright, fine, but we're not done yet - I plan on seeing everything you've got before the end of the night."

"We'll see about that." I tried to sound confident, but I couldn't stop my voice from shaking.

Well, I'm sure you can guess what happened next. I sat there with my losing hand, feeling their eyes on me, feeling the combination of shock, horror and arousal that came with knowing I was about to be topless in front of four of my coworkers. Fuck, I hadn't been naked in front of anyone since the divorce, even at the gym I changed in a cubicle.

"Come on then," said Lucy, "Let's see those tits!"

"Wait a minute," I said, "hold on, how about this. How about, I don't take anything off now, but if I lose the next round I strip naked?"

"You'd be naked if you lose the next round anyway," Lucy pointed out. I'd accepted I had lost, and was reaching to unhook my bra, when Sylvia spoke up.

"I have an idea," she said, "how about Nell gets to keep her bra on for now, but if she loses the next round then not only does she have to strip, but she's not allowed to cover up, and we keep all her clothes?"

They all agreed that was a fair deal. But before she started to shuffle the deck for the next hand, Sylvia said,

"The no covering thing starts now, though, Nell. Stop curling up like a shrimp - let's have a proper look at you."

So I had to stand up in front of my coworkers in my underwear, with my arms by my sides, and do a slow twirl so they could admire me from all angles. Then it was time for the next hand, and in a few minutes I was once again looking down at a pair of twos and wondering why I agreed to this game in the first place.

I could have said no. That's important - all through the story I'm about to tell you, through everything that happened to me because of the cookie, at no point did the cookie affect my mind. Maybe I was a little hornier than usual, but I could have kept my clothes on the whole time if I'd just made the decision not to strip. But, for some reason, I just never wanted to say no. So I unhooked my bra, slipped the straps from my shoulders and let my breasts bounce free. Then I slipped my knickers down my legs, stepped out of them, and handed the last of my clothes over to Sylvia, who took them with a wicked grin. I had to do another twirl for everyone then, of course, and to add to my humiliation Sylvia ordered me to shake my tits for them all, then turn around and twerk (or at least try to). I stood there shimmying and jiggling, while they clapped and cheered and laughed - except, I didn't hear much laughter. When I'd finished shaking my arse and turned back round to face them, I saw all four of them staring at my body with a mix of lust and awe in their eyes.

"Fuck, I wish I had curves like that," Jess said.

Dan wasn't literally drooling as he ogled me, but he may as well have been, and Lucy and Sylvia were no different. I knew Lucy was gay, but Sylvia I'd only ever known to date men, and here she was looking at me the way a starving dog looks at a steak.

"Alright, that's all the performing I'm doing tonight!" I said, and sat back down. It was almost impossible to resist the urge to cover my naked body, especially with the way my colleagues were staring. Fuck, what would it be like at work on Monday? Would they tell everyone?

"Alright, Naked Nell," Sylvia said, "how about you make us all another round of drinks?"

I groaned. I wasn't allowed to cover myself, but at least sitting at the table my body was hidden from the waist down. Now, I had to stand up and walk naked around Sylvia's flat, showing myself to my colleagues in all my glory. Like I said, Sylvia had a well-stocked liquor cabinet and a cocktail set, so we were all drinking cocktails, which meant I spent a good part of the night shaking her cocktail shaker over my head to make the drinks the others requested, while they all ogled my bouncing breasts. Not that they were content to look, mind you - we'd never said anything about people being allowed to touch, but as the night went on Lucy, Dan and (to my surprise) Sylvia all got increasingly handsy, so as I performed my duties as naked barmaid I had to endure the three of them squeezing and slapping my arse, fondling my breasts, and running appreciative hands over my hips, thighs and stomach. I'd had dreams like this - specifically like this, being a naked servant for my coworkers was a recurring theme - but in real life it was more intense than I could have imagined. More embarrassing, and more arousing. By the time it got late enough that people were starting to think about going home, I was so hot and bothered I could barely think straight. Every touch, even the rough feeling of Dan's jeans against my bare skin as I brushed against him while handing him a drink, felt like it might send me over the edge, and I was sure the others must have noticed my fast breathing, and the flush that reddened my skin from the tops of my breasts to my hairline.

"I think I might have to call it a night," Lucy said at last.

"Same here," said Dan, trailing his finger around my left nipple as he spoke. "As much fun as this is, it's so late it's almost early."

Jess and Sylvia agreed that it was time for the party to end, and I stood there expectantly as the others put on their shoes.

"What are you waiting for?" said Sylvia.

"Well..." I gestured at my nudity, "I can't got home like this, can I?"

"I don't see why not," Sylvia said, smirking. "You drove here, didn't you? And it's late enough there'll be nobody on the roads."

I was shocked. I couldn't believe she was serious. After a few moments, seeing the look on my face, she said,

"How about this - I'll give you back two pieces of clothing...in exchange for a spanking!"

I thought about it. Two items of clothing - that was all I needed. If I got back my top and trousers, I'd be fully covered up, noone would know my underwear was still at Sylvia's. It was worth the added shame of Sylvia putting me over her knee, if it meant I didn't have to go home naked.

"Fine," I said, to rapturous applause.

She didn't put me over her knee - at least, not this time. Instead, Sylvia told me to bend over and put my hands on the sofa.

"Come on, arch that back like a good girl."

Her words sent another thrill through me, and I did as I was told. A few seconds later, the spanking began.

She didn't hit me hard - it was clear she wanted to cause humiliation, not pain, and she only used enough force to get a good smacking sound out of my bare flesh, and to make my buttocks shake nicely.

After ten swats to each cheek, Sylvia stopped, and I was about to straighten up when I heard her say,

"Who wants to go next?"

It was Jess, and she was not as gentle as Sylvia had been. I yelped with pain each time her hand came down, and by the time she'd had her ten my poor punished arse was as red as my face - and I still had to suffer through Dan and Lucy's turns.

Dan went last, and grabbed my plump cheeks after each smack, seemingly more interested in feeling me up than spanking me. Once he was done I stayed in position for a few seconds, breathing hard, my hair hanging down over my face, trying to process what had just happened. When I finally turned around and stood up, Sylvia was holding out the "clothes" she'd decided to give me back - my watch, and my socks.

I guess I brought the watch thing on myself.

I figured the no-covering thing only applied while I was at Sylvia's with the others, so I crept downstairs to the garage in a classic ENF posture, one arm covering my tits as best I could, the other hand over my pussy. Even the feeling of my own hands on my body drove me wild by this point, and it was all I could do not to lie down and start masturbating right there in the stairwell. Thankfully, I didn't run into anyone, despite Sylvia's shout of "Have a nice naked trip home, Nell!" just as I stepped out the door.

Have you ever driven in your socks? It's an odd experience, you really have to relearn the feel of the pedals. I stalled at the first set of lights and panicked for a moment, wondering what would happen if the car broke down and I had to wait for the AA naked.

Have you ever driven in *just* your socks? I mean, completely naked otherwise? Slouched down in your seat as far as you can go, desperately hoping nobody stops next to you at a red light amd gets an eyeful?

Have you ever driven in your socks, naked from the ankles upwards, and so horny that your hands on the steering wheel are shaking, and you have to consciously focus to remember which pedal is the clutch?

The fear of being seen only inflamed me further. Scenarios kept running through my head - what if I break down? What if the police pull me over? What would happen if I picked up a hitchhiker? - each one hotter than the last, until I couldn't bear it any more. I pulled off the bypass, found a layby, and dialled O on the pink telephone. I screamed like a fox when I came, it was such a relief, such an intense rush, knowing that at any moment someone might happen by and catch me finger-fucking myself.

When I'd caught my breath, I drove the rest of the way home with a somewhat clearer head. I parked outside my block of flats and got out, feeling the warm night air on my still-sensitive skin. A couple of drunks were sitting at a bus stop across the road, and started to catcall me. Emboldened by the night's events, I stopped at the door, turned back to face them, and blew them a kiss before sashaying inside.

Coming soon: Nell goes hiking with some friends.