Naked Nikki (Closed for enf_cavalier)

[BarefootNikki]

As acts of sexual fantasy go, thought Nikki Connor, it was as tame as it gets. She poured herself a third glass of wine and thought back to what, that afternoon, had seemed like a major deal, and now, still, had excitement fizzing through her veins.

Her staff were busy at work, on the phone, on their laptops, a normal, busy day in a recruitment firm. Nikki took a deep breath, and slipped off her shoes. She looked down at her bare feet, incongruous and pale on the floor, the black nail polish clashing with her beige carpet. She opened the door to her office, and walked out.

Her heart was pumping as she made her way across the office. Slow, deliberate steps; not forced, not rushed. She passed the rows of staff, thirty or so in all, wondering if any of them were glancing after her. Why would they? Walking barefoot to the toilets might be a little odd, but it was hardly enough to distract an office full of people from their tasks.

When she reached the sanctity of the toilets, Nikki found a cubicle and shut herself inside, enjoying the cooling feeling of the cold floor tiles against her soles. Wow. That was an incredibly intense experience for her, and the best was yet to come, because now she had to do it again. Her shoes were back in her office, so wherever she went next, she would be going barefoot. What if there was a fire alarm? All of a sudden, the slight peculiarity of bare feet in the office would become downright embarrassing in the muddy park where the muster station was. Christ, this was exciting, and she was barely scratching the surface. What about all the videos and pictures she'd seen on the net, of girls who were topless, or even fully naked, in public? This was all she'd yet dared to do, and the emotions were so strong. Imagine walking back through there with her tits out!

Nikki reflected that the walk back had been even better. She was less panicked and flustered, more ready to let the embarrassment flood her. Once back in her own office, she couldn't bear to put her shoes back on for quite some time.

That night, she had logged on to her favourite website, a forum in which those of a similar persuasion described their own desires into public nudity, or, as Nikki had learned the jargon, 'embarrassed naked female'. Typing a header of "I DID IT", she wrote out a long report of the day's events, quite literally her first toe dipped in the water of the fetish.

Not long afterwards, Nikki was browsing a thread about a woman in America who had been caught naked in a shopping mall, when a small box pinged onto her screen. She had received a message in her inbox, though the sender wasn't one of her regular correspondents. The title of the message simply read 'A Proposition'.

Intrigued, Nikki opened the message.

 

[staceyshackleton]

The Internet Stranger toyed with the mouse button, as the cursor hovered over the "send" icon.

Leaning further back into his chair, he took a moment to re-read his email and let the edges of his mouth curl into a smile.

It had taken several weeks of scouring online forums and fetish groups to find someone like her, but here now was his strongest candidate yet for some adventurous and daring fun.

He'd read her report on a bare-footed journey to the office bathrooms, and could sense that here was a woman who had far more in her that was yet to be revealed. The Internet Stranger knew just the fellow to help her discover that part of "Nikki Connor", and the twinkle in his eyes betrayed just how much he hoped she'd rise to the bait.

Nothing too scary - not to start with anyway. Just enough to give her an insight into how far she might go, how far she might be asked to push herself. Just enough to give her a sense of nervous excitement at how much she might be asked to reveal, and where she might be asked to reveal it.

He'd read the reports of others on the forums, and knew that she'd have done the same. He wondered how much those reports excited and scared Nikki. Well, he reflected, he'll find out soon enough...

"Dear Nikki", he'd written. "I enjoyed your bare-footed adventure. I sense you want this to be just the beginning. Have you ever wondered how it would feel to have to respond to another's dares? To lose a bit of control over yourself? I know something about that. I think you'll find the rush very... satisfying...

I have a proposition for you, dear Nikki. I think you need to go to the office tomorrow in your usual office blouse. Not so fast though, dear Nikki. Before you leave for work, I want you to change the top three buttons on your blouse, so that the buttons are too big to fit through the button holes. You may take a spare blouse to change into a lunch, but for the morning at least, I want your colleagues to look at you and ask why you aren't doing up your buttons. I want you to know that you can't button your blouse up properly, even though they think you should be able to. Oh, and Nikki? Do you have a brightly coloured bra? I think that should be under your white blouse, don't you Nikki?

If you're interested in more ideas, we can talk after your adventure tomorrow. Maybe we can have some fun, once you've done your little audition for me.

You may call me 'Stuart'."



After one last quick read, he hesitated for only a moment longer, and then clicked on "send".

He glanced outside at the sunny day, and idly watched the beautiful women of his city go about their daily business. As they continued their hypnotic dance, going from shops to offices to restaurants like an army of busy ants, he wondered where in the world Nikki Connor was right now, and whether she was still bare footed. Perhaps even now she was looking down at her feet, and re-living her experience.

Still, for the moment at least he would have to play the waiting game.