Leased Women Nude Auction Pt. 05 - Arrival - Sex Stories

Leased Women Nude Auction Pt. 05 - Arrival

... most popular outfits were pink or yellow see-through nighties... they were either nighties or those robes women wear over sexy lingerie for their lovers. These five lovelies were anywhere from their twenties to their forties in age and delightfully nude underneath the flowing fabric.

The last five or so I took to be office girls--but dressed unlike any office girls I'd ever seen. They were either topless or bottomless. If all they had on was a blouse, it was tight enough or unbuttoned enough to highlight nipples or to display bare breasts. If all they wore were skirts, they were ridiculously short pieces of cloth that flashed fur and/or pink folds in front, bubbly round butts behind. Underwear was evidently unknown in this place!

"This is the night shift--the sun sets pretty late in June--and they must have had an outing. The girls love being driven around; they love all the attention. Usually, if they have anything on to start with, they strip naked once they're in the cars, just to feel their bodies riding in the sun. Everyone was given time off for the big event."

"What is the big event?" I was confused. As our limo passed by I heard raised voices in French and English. "Is that her?" and "It's her!" were the most common English phrases.

Rich sounded puzzled. "It's you--it's the arrival of a new, nude, Prime Pixie; they've heard all about you already--they'll be lining the steps to see you."

I gulped. I was in shock.

"Me?! I'm just a naked--"

Rich ...

... pushed my thighs open and gave my pussy a hard slap. I gasped; tears were already streaming down my face.

"Don't ever say you are 'just' anything! You have been specially chosen as the most incredible, sensual, sexy, beautiful beyond beautiful, multi-orgasmic concoction of curved female flesh that any of us have ever seen! You are loved... don't ever forget that! Even when they're thrusting themselves inside your mouth, or deep inside your vagina--look at their eyes--they are in love with you and they are in awe of you."

The limo pulled to a stop in front of the wide steps leading to the open entrance. Men and women in and out of uniform--the women mostly out of their clothes--were lining the steps.

I gripped Rich's hand tight. I was supposed to walk up these stairs, totally nude, in front of all these people.

"Denise told you that you were a naked princess: that's what you are right now! Look: the sun in setting. You'll be dressed in rays of red and gold... you don't need clothes! You're in a place beyond the silly need to cover your beauty with clothes."

I looked to him and he shook his head.

"You walk up alone."

The driver held the door for me. His eyes devoured every inch as I slid my nakedness out. As I strode up the steps, men bowed their heads briefly--but their eyes never stopped roaming over me.

There were mostly younger women 'dressed' as maids: white caps on their heads and tiny aprons barely covering their pubes. As I passed, they curtsied--and ...