Chloe Art Contributor Pt. 06

"Hey, Alice is here," Nancy said, as she woke me up from my haze.

​"Who?" I asked groggily, still sprawling naked on the chair (read part 5 to find out).

"The woman from the class that wanted to offer you a job. Quick, go get dressed, while I get the door," Nancy instructed.

I went to the dressing room to fix up my hair and put back on the clothes I took off this morning, my blue shirt and my midi skirt. When I came out, I saw that there was a woman standing next to Nancy.

As I approached, Nancy called to me and said, "Chloe, this is my good friend Alice. Alice, this is Chloe."

"Nice to meet you," I said.

"Chloe, I saw you posing the Victorian dress in there, and I liked all your qualities. I was interested to see if you would also want to pose for me?" Alice said.

Puzzled, as I didn't know there was another art class at the school, I inquired, "What does this posing position entail?"

Alice explained, "Ah, let me take it from the top. I run a clothing company that targets work, exercise, fitness, and outdoor activities for a certain market segment, basically, women who are serious about these activities."

Alice continued, "I am working on a project to expand our offerings into something more sexy, more alluring. I have a few designs I want to try out, and I need someone to pose in them."

"How many hours are we looking at, and what's the schedule like?" I asked.

"I only need a few hours each session," Alice replied, "but as often as possible because there is an urgency for this project. That's why I want to be flexible with your schedule."

"Well, I have my commitments at the shelter, but I am available after 5:00 PM, Monday through Thursday. Normally I am not available on the weekend, but for this weekend."

I sighed, recalling that my husband couldn't come home this weekend due to his work, "I am available Friday evening and all day Saturday and Sunday."

"Perfect. I can work with the off-hours so I can still run my company during business hours," said Alice.

"Here's a contract that I came up with while you were posing." She handed me her phone. "Read it, and if you agree to it, we can sign the contract right now," Alice said forcefully.

Contract Terms:

$150 per hour for the first two hours required, $100 per hour after as needed. Plus driving reimbursement of $1 a mile. Work is anywhere between 2 to 5 hours, but on an irregular schedule agreed by both parties. The contract is open to amendments.

Alice added, "This is a personal contract to expedite our work. We will work transitioning to a formal one as time permits."

I thought the contract was simple enough. It was basically the same pay rate as the modeling job, except for the extra hours. Alice then shared that her house is in Turtle Rock, which was only 20 minutes from my house.

"Do we have a deal?" Alice questioned.

The offer was happening so fast, and I was unsure about signing the contract, so I looked to Nancy for assurance.

Nancy spoke up, "Alice is a personal friend of mine and she's totally on the up and up. I'll kick her ass if she gives you any trouble." We all laughed at the playful threat.

"Okay, I will do it!" I declared.

"Great. I will send a link to your phone, and we can both sign it," Alice instructed.

Once we both signed, Alice announced, "We have a contact."

Squinting at her phone while going over her calendar, she asked, "Not to rush, but can I have you come over this evening at 5:00 PM and Saturday morning at 7:30 AM? And you may need to stay longer than two hours each time."

"For today, yes, I can come straight from volunteering and be there at 5:00 PM. For Saturday, I can be there at 7:30 AM sharp," I said, sensing that Alice was aggressive about her schedule.

We all said our goodbyes, and I headed home with just enough time to shower, change, and go to my volunteer shift. The work was nothing great in particular but it was great to put in the effort. The work itself wasn't anything special, but the effort was worthwhile when helping someone.

Worn out from two jobs already today, I was still excited at the new modeling work and making a little bit more money. I showed up to Alice residence, which is an impressive custom house. I rang her doorbell about a couple of minutes before 5 PM.

Alice opened the door with a welcoming smile. "Hi, Chloe! Right on time."

"Hi," I smiled back.

Alice walked me through the foyer showing some artworks along the way, and we ended up in a large family room where it looked like a fashion studio with a mannequin, clothing rack, mirrors, and some cutoff fabric on the floor.

After a brief pleasantries like how was the drive and how was the day going so far, etc. "All right, let's try on this dress. You can go change in the bathroom around the corner, first door on the right. When you come out, step in between these lamps." She said in a very direct and stern way.

She handed me the dress, and I walked briskly to the bathroom. After stripping off my work clothes, I slipped into the dark beige dress. It had long sleeves, stretchy, loose fit, and an extremely low cut, showing the top of my bralette. The dress was not too lengthy as it came down around the mid thigh. Aside from the sleeves, it felt at least two sizes too big. It was an unremarkable piece, I thought.

I walked out and stood between three standing lamps. They were pretty far away providing lighting from different angles. Alice was sitting in front of me a few feet away, and she didn't have any reaction to the dress.

"Don't worry about the oversized look. This is a generic dress that I use to design quickly," Alice explained.

With clips, Alice came behind me and cinched the dress along my back from top to bottom to make the dress extremely fitting.

Seeing the bumps and lines showing through the dress, I said, "Sorry about the panty lines and my bra poking through."

"No worries! There are plenty of bras and panties designed to hide all of that. Hold still while I shorten the dress." Alice said.

"So, this is dress #1. The story behind it is a woman who feels completely confident in her enhanced chest and round butt, whether that's from working out or a lift. She wants to show off her best assets while going out on the town, having a fantastic dinner, getting noticed by her partner, and ultimately having great sex."

She handed it to me the next dress, and I went to the bathroom to change. This dress was the exact same dress as the first, except it had a smaller chest opening, but sleeveless. Then she made a similar alteration of cinching the dress into a tight fitting dress.

"So this is dress #2. The story is this woman feels confident about her strong shoulder and arms and enhanced ass. She wants to show off her best asset. Going to town, having a great dinner, getting noticed by her partner and ending up having great sex."

As Alice handed me another dress, I spoke up "Instead of walking back and forth, I can save time and change right here."

"Yes that would be fantastic if you don't mind." She said as she flopped the dress on the clothes rack.

"Not at all," I replied.

I took off the dress down to my bra and panties. My face blushed a little bit just because it was the first time, and I was in the open. I put on the third dress. It was another long sleeve beige dress, with a large cutting in the back, between the shoulders down to mid back. Again Alice came up with a similar story about highlighting strong and muscular back, and how it would lead to sex.

My curious peak so I asked, "Why do all of your dresses have a story with it?"

"The story is for me to sell the confident feeling you get when you buy my product," Alice explained.

"Actually, our clothing company is very innovative in fabric and design. But I need to tell them the right stories to get them to wear the clothes, and then they can appreciate the innovation."

"For example I sell the whole hiking attire, shirt, pants, and hat. The design is a super light two-ply material providing insulation. It is reversible, light color to reflect light and dark color to absorb heat. It has vents for all temperatures in between. It can easily be converted to a pair of shorts with a couple of buttons and Velcro. The shorts are quick dry material that you can use for swimming. The hat rolls and disappears into the neck collar."

But the story I tell is "This attire gives you the confidence to hike anywhere, between 40 and 100 degrees."

"People in the upper K are willing to shell out thousands of dollars for these clothing. They are very influential, and when they post their views, our target demographics follow to buy. Our clothing sports have a strong and rugged look, very popular for women executives, professionals, and our lesbian community too."

"Our lesbian community?" I asked.

"Yes I'm a lesbian. I think it's good that you know right now in case you are not OK with it," said Alice.

"Oh, I am OK with it," I said, as I now observed that she is not hiding that is a lesbian with her spiky pixie haircut and her attire from top to bottom.

"Okay, great. To build on that, multimedia has been extremely effective in telling our brand story. For instance, a customer posted on our website forum about hiking the Grand Canyon in our gear. She started at 7:00 a. m. near the rim in freezing temperatures, reached the canyon floor by 11:00 a. m. in 90 degree heat, and ended up taking a swim in the Colorado River, all in that same single outfit. Experiences like that are why customers don't hesitate to shell out big money to buy that ultimate feeling of confidence."

"Wow. That is a great strategy," I said.

"Now speaking of money, I need a way to keep track of your hours. I need to jot something down on a notepad."

"Okay. Thursday... two hours, plus any additional hours. So let's say every $50 is an 'X'. That's 3 X's for the first hour and 3 more X's for the second hour. If we need to, we'll just add 2 more X's for each additional hour. How does that sound?" asked Alice.

"Easy to follow. Sounds great to me," I said.

I continued asking, "The other question I have is why do your stories always end up with having great sex at the end?"

Alice explained, "Well, some of my closest customers share with me that while they are confident and strong, and yet they are not getting enough sex. They need sex too, right? That's the problem I'm trying to solve through our clothes.

"Speaking of sex, the next set of clothes is going to be more sexually forward."

"More sexually forward?" I asked.

"Yeah, clothes that are basically more revealing and showing off their best features. You can't sell it if you don't advertise, right?" Said Alice.

"Umm... Chloe?" Alice was getting my attention to ask me something.

"Yes." I replied.

"Looks like we have to amend the contract," Alice said in a firm voice.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Some of my customers want to go braless under their dress to show off and entice their partner. I would like to amend our contract for you to try on dresses while not wearing a bra," Alice stated.

I said, "Umm... That's OK, I pose nude in Nancy's art class, so we don't..."

Alice interrupted, "No. I'm on the up and up, and I have to amend it. How about I add an X for your effort.

"Yes I guess so," I said, thinking why turn down money.

"OK, we are already in our second hour. I will add another X. Now there are 4 X's for this hour. There. Simple". Alice said.

Alice held up a dark grey dress she wanted me to try and flopped it on the rack and returned to her seat to observe. I unhook and unzipped the back of my dress, took it off and hung it up on the rack. Then I realized that I was about to take off my bra, and that I would be stripping and showing my breast to a lesbian. I had been topless before, in front of Nancy and while nude modeling, but this time it would be different. Isn't this equivalent to undressing to the wandering eyes of a man.

My nerves were setting in. Alice was just a few feet away with the right to observe. And on top of all that, it was me that volunteered to change clothes on the spot and not in the bathroom. I tried to play it cool, unclasped my bra from behind, leaned forward and let it fall to my waiting hands in front of me.

Completely topless, I felt my breasts freed from being restrained and brushed by the moving air as I turned back and forth to put my bra on the rack to grab the dress. I could feel my nipples understood their assignments when kissed by the cool air.

As I wiggled into the dress from the bottom up, I could feel the gentle swaying of my small perky breasts until they were contained by its fabric. This dress was thinner, more stretchy, more fitting, and more revealing too.

Alice declared "Yes, this is what I was looking for, a subtle poke of the nipples from the dress. Her partner will know she is definitely not wearing a bra. This is dress #5. We will work on this story later."

"Let's try dress #6," said Alice.

This dress had the same fabric as number five, except it had ping-pong sized holes randomly placed above and below the breast.

Alice proudly announced, "Well, this dress not only tells her partner that she's not wearing a bra, but gives them a few samples too."

"By the way, there's a lot of innovation behind the fabric of this dress that you might not know about." Alice continued. "It is interleaved with cotton that absorbs sweat and oil from the skin. For example if she goes dancing, the perspiration will completely be absorbed by the dress, so her body will be fresh for partner," Alice said with a wink.

"Wow that's incredible," I commented it. "Maybe you should work that freshness into your story."

"Great point, I will definitely consider it," Alice said, "Okay, let's move on to the next dress," said Alice.

That was usually my cue to take off the dress to get ready for the next one. I took it off and hung it on the rack, expecting her to hand me the next dress. Except she didn't. Standing there topless and wearing just my simple cotton bikini panties, I felt far more exposed than I usually did between changes.

'Um... Chloe?" Alice paused.

"Yes..." I replied.

"Um... I think we have to... um... amend the contract once more. Alice was stammering unusually, and asking in a softer tone now, "Just like wearing no bra, some clients requested wearing no panties under their dress. Can we amend the contract where you try on some dresses without wearing panties? With another X, I suppose?" Alice asked while at the same time looking down as if she was embarrassed by the suggestion.

Having posed nude before, I was comfortable enough to answer, "Yeah, OK by me."

"Okay I will update the time card and grab the dresses." Alice said.

As I stood there topless, I began to realize that I was about to strip naked in front of a lesbian. A thought occurred to me as why had Alice looked down and stammered when asking me to take off my panties? While it was a practical request, did she have a hidden desire? Many times before, I thought I had caught her averting her eyes from my breasts whenever I looked in her direction. If she was sneaking a peek, then she must have wanted to see my bare body. I felt a sudden

feeling of anxiety in my stomach at the thought of being fully exposed to someone who craved looking at the female form.

After Alice updated the time card, she walked over to hand me a new dress. Her proximity made me aware of how close we were, and how stark the difference was between being clothed and unclothed. For a brief moment, her short pixie haircut made me imagine undressing for a man, sending a chill down my spine. But just as quickly as that fear and anxiety came, the thrill of exposing myself to interested eyes superseded it. In a private brief moment while Alice went back to her seat, I was enthralled to be stripping naked for someone who desired my body. I was deeply aroused. I instinctively flexed my inner vagina muscles to get the slightest bit of friction that would feed my arousal.

She returned to her seat with all eyes looking straight at me. I tried to look calm. After all, I just told her I did nude modelling. Holding the dress in my right hand, I used my left hand to push down my panties, easing them past my hips one side at a time until they dropped to the floor. I was now completely naked. Internally, my body trembled with excitement, even as I kept my exterior entirely calm. As I wriggled myself into the dress, I deliberately avoided looking in Alice's direction to allow her to gaze at me without the fear of getting caught. To ease my overwhelmed excitement, I spun around as if to showcase the back, though in reality, it was just an excuse for me to let out a long breath to calm myself.

This dress was similar to the previous gray dress, but with a slit on both sides from the waist to the hem, with laces to tie the both sides together, leaving no doubt that no underwear is worn. The slit was wide, about one inch, held together by elastic laces criss crossing back and forth like shoelaces.

The next dress was essentially the same design, but in a two pieces form, a top and bottom. The skirt featured a slit from the waist band extending down to the hem with the same lace pattern.

"Well, what do you think?" Alice asked.

"Umm..." I hesitated to give my opinion.

"Go ahead, spit it out," Alice demanded.

I wanted to say that the clothes were inappropriate in public places, but choosing my words carefully, I said, "It's too revealing and not leaving enough mystery. I think we can show that she is not wearing a bra and panties in an implicit way rather than making it so explicit."

"Go on. What do you suggest?" Alice said, tapping her foot in mild irritation.

"We can design the dress patterns to make it impossible to hide a bra or panties underneath, yet keep the partner guessing all night. Until all the clues are unraveled, the fact that she isn't wearing underwear remains a mystery. The process should arouse her partner, keeping them completely consumed by the thought of it. Also to deepen the mystery, we can add a thin built-in bra to the dress to conceal her nipples."

"Hmm. So it's like putting a jigsaw puzzle together to get to the final piece of art. I like the idea. Here is a generic snug gray dress. You put your design on it, and I can alter it for you," Alice said.

Alice took me to the sketch table, and gave me some sketch paper and pencil. It was nice to sit down on a stool after being on my feet for a while. Going on Alice's idea of using holes, I drew them in several strategic locations, but still allowed the dress to maintain its shape. Once done, I handed my first design to Alice.

I said, ​"Please alter the grey dress to this design. Right now they are holes but they can be replaced by different shapes like bubbles or hearts. Also, add a makeshift built-in bra to cover the nipples."

Looking at the design, Alice was very impressed with the idea, "Can you design some more designs while I work on altering this one?" Alice asked

"Sure, I can give it a try," I said, but I felt very unsure about this task. I did have an art degree, where I have a wide range of perspectives. I bought sexy clothes to wear for my husband when we go out. But to design clothes, especially sexy clothes is a new category.

For my second design, I wanted to use the beige dress to target the not so perfect bodies. I designed a relaxed fit around the waist but tighter than usual around the hip, and slightly flared at around the mid thigh.

Alice called out that she finished the alteration on my first design. I picked up the dress and tried it on.

"Wow," Alice said, putting on a big smile. "This dress looks amazing. You had placed rows of small and large holes on the dress where the bra and straps would be. There is no way one can wear a bra without being visible. You also placed small and large holes in random patterns where the panties waistband would be. There is no way one can wear panties under that dress without being visible."

I added, "And it is something that one can wear in public without being too exposed."

"It's a really great dress," Alice complimented, "I'm going to put this design under your name.

"But I'm using your ideas of putting holes on a dress," I said.

"Honey, hole is a shape, but this design is all yours. I will call this Chloe #1," Alice announced.

"Wow great thank you," I said.

"Um... by the way I have to amend the contract again. You are designing dressed, and it is far beyond your original assignment. How about I add two more X's. Let's see we're just in the third hour. 2X for the additional hour, 1X for no bra, 1X for no panties, 2 more X for designing, for a total of 6."

"Now show me your next design," said Alice.

I showed the next design to Alice, and she said, "OK? The design for the dress is very common and not very sexy. But OK. let's go along with that."

I took off the tight grey dress and put on the loose beige dress. Alice then tailored the dress with clips and safety pins to my design. Once finished, the dress appeared unremarkable. Alice got back to her seat to give the dress a fair observation.

To demonstrate the dress, I paced back and forth slowly a couple of times then stopped to pose while adjusting my dress by pushing the hem back to its original mid thigh length. Again I paced back and forth a couple more times and stopped.

"You were looking at my thigh weren't you!" I accused.

Appearing to be caught, Alice said, "I was evaluating the dress, including the hemline."

"Exactly!" I said well smiling.

Stunned that I was smiling instead of getting angry, Alice said "Exactly what?"

"Yes, while wearing a long sleeve and high neck dress, the only exposure left is my thighs below the rising hem. The dress is designed to be slightly tight above the hip, so for every movement like walking, reaching up, or sitting, the hem of the dress rises up her thighs little by little. Feeling exposed, she would adjust the dress by pulling the hem down. The seesaw battle between the dress and thigh goes on throughout the night. The partner is hypnotized by it, and the only thing in his mind is to pursue what's under it."

"And she can have no panties under it?" asked Alice?

"Yes, I suppose, but not necessary" I said.

"I admit. You are right!" said Alice.

"Right about you looking at my thighs?" I asked playfully.

"Tch!... I mean you're right that an unassuming dress can be so enticing and captivating. This design is Chloe #2," Alice said and then smiled, "And by the way, you're right. I was looking at your thighs too."

We both giggle at the playful confession.

"Um Chloe," said Alice.

"Yes..." I said.

"Do you mind hanging around and doing some more designs?" Alice ask.

"No not at all, this designing thing feels natural for me," I said.

As I came back to the sketching table, a thought occurred to me for my next design, what if these women want sex in a different part of the day, and not just the night time. I was excited to work on it. Minutes later Alice stopped by with a couple of bottles of water and Apple juice and offered them to me.

Surprised and puzzled, Alice said, "You are designing a collared shirt?"

I explained, "So far the clothes we have been working on are about wanting sex after dinner. What if you want sex in the afternoon? Let's say after a morning brunch or shopping at a farmers market."

"Ah, that is a very interesting thought, and I am very curious. How can I help you make this shirt?" Alice offered.

"While I am finishing up the design, can you get me some shirts with stiff fabric like denim or thick linen and also get my bra from the bathroom," I said.

Alice came back with some clothes on her arm, as I finished with my design. "Sorry it took me so long, but I found a couple of denim shirts from my garage. My, I haven't worn these in ages. We can cut them up anyway we want," Alice said.

Along with the shirts, she brought back my bra. What about the rest of my clothes? Did she forget to bring the rest or did she just follow my instructions to the tee? Alice stood right in front holding the bra, which is a signal for me to undress. I unbutton, unzipped from the back, took the beige dress off and handed it to Alice. I was completely naked again. Standing next to a fully clothes Alice, the stark difference made me aware of my nakedness even more, and the aroused feelings that came with it.

She handed me my bra which I put on quickly due to the familiarity of it. Then she handed me a denim shirt. I put it on, and I felt relieved that the bottom of the shirt came down below my crotch. I quickly finished buttoning the shirt. The shirt was an oversized long sleeve denim shirt that one would wear on top of other clothes as if it was a light jacket. I cinch off various parts of the shirt just to see if it's possible to tailor to my design.

"This shirt is too large," I told Alice. "Let me try the other shirt."

I took off the oversized shirt to hand it to Alice, then I took the other denim shirt. Immediately I recognized that the shirt had a tie front. OMG. This type of shirt only goes down to the waist. I came to the realization that I will be completely bottomless from the hip down. There won't be anything to shield my pussy and my tush. If I asked Alice for pants now to suggest modesty, it wouldn't make sense since I have been naked several times already.

I put on the long sleeve denim shirt, buttoned it, and tied it at the bottom. The stark difference of clothes in the upper body and nakedness in the lower body gave me great arousal. I gave my pussy a few muscle squeezes to satisfy that urge.

Fortunately, Alice was standing next to me so she won't be looking at my bottom. I point to right below the shoulder where I wanted the sleeve to be cut. Alice took the chalk and drew a line on my sleeve all the way around my arm, and did the same for both arms. Then she cut the sleeve off along those lines.

"So the sleeve is basically a bit shorter than your typical short sleeve," Alice said, sounding unimpressed.

Then I pointed about an inch below where the corner of the sleeve meets the shirt at the armpit. I said, "Okay next we have to find a way to make the arm opening about an inch bigger."

"Hmmm. Let me think for a moment to see how I can do this," said Alice "I have an idea. Hold on. Let me go find some tape."

I heard her footsteps of Alice going into the garage like she did when she went to find the denim shirts. I had been aroused momentously ever since I became bottomless. Every glance and incidental touches from Alice had sent me tingling sensations to my erogenous zone. With Alice away, now was an opportunity to satisfy my bottled up arousal. I started stroking my clitoris fast immediately not knowing how long Alice was going to be away. Stroking, feeling, and listening for Alice footsteps were my only mission. I was rubbing faster and faster trying to reach climax, and I was panting harder, and harder, drowning out everything. Then I heard some loud footsteps and froze. I opened my eyes and Alice had just walked around the corner and appeared. I don't think she saw me, I thought. But my fingers were wet, really wet. I wiped them behind my shirt. She was going to wonder what I had been doing all that time while bottomless. She approached closer. I playfully buttoned and unbuttoned the top buttons on my shirts.

"I like what I see," Alice hollered as she came closer.

"Yeah thanks," I responded naturally. Not knowing what she was referring to was making me insane. Was she referring to my standing there bottomless or something else.

"I like that you unbuttoned past your bra," Alice said

"Oh no, I wouldn't unbutton more than two, as it wouldn't be proper," I said. I felt a big relief for her to point out what she liked.

She came up to me with a scissor and some paint tape. She cut the sleeve and manipulated the tape to make the sleeve bigger.

"Okay I'm done," Alice announced. Then she walked around me from the front to the back and to the front again. A sudden panic hit me. Did she see the wet spot on my shirt where I wiped my fingers?

"Now tell me what you are up to?" Alice asked.

"Huh, what was that?" I asked, thinking that she was wondering what I was up to while she was away to get the tape?

"Tell me what you are up to? What is so special about the shirt," Alice said.

"Oh," I said with relief. "So as I am standing here, wearing this shirt with two unbuttoned buttons, I look proper right?"

"Right," Alice agreed.

"But first you have lint on your head, let me pick it off," I said

I pretended that there was a lint, but I just wanted an excuse to raise my arm. Then I purposely dropped a clip, and I bent my hip and knee to pick it up.

As I stood up, "You were looking down my shirt weren't you," I accused.

"Uh..." Alice Stammered.

"Also when I lifted my arm, you looked through my sleeve to see my bra didn't you," I playfully accused.

"Um... YES, but that is because you revealed it," Alice defended herself.

"I rest my case!" I said.

It took a second, but Alice's eyes lit up and said, "Oh I get it now, you enticed me using this innocent looking shirt. That is bonafide gold!"

"So, how did you think of this approach?" asked Alice.

"Well, my husband and I have been together since college, as first time boyfriend girlfriend too, so now I do little things like this to trigger him," I explained.

This is a fantastic concept. This is Chloe #2. Well. Let's go. Let's see if you can come up with one more design for the day. Alice said gleefully as her happiness caused her to slap me on my tush. That was unexpected. But I guess a slap on the tush is a universal way for celebrating.

"Oops I'm sorry. Forces of habit. I used to be on the women's softball team," Said Alice.

"Yeah... that's okay," I said because that was the only thing I could think of.

"Um... Chloe..." Alice spoke softly, hesitating.

"Yes..." I said.

"Um, I was wondering if you can, but you can definitely say no, and it won't change anything, um... stay bottomless like this for the rest of the night while you are working on your sketches?" Ask Alice, while being quite apprehensive about her question.

Although Alice stuttered mightily, I admired Alice's directness, I guess that is why she is the CEO of her company. But my wet vagina had had already answered the question for me.

"Well, you have already seen me nude, so bottomless would actually be having more clothes on. So sure," I gave an answer like that so that she wouldn't feel so uncomfortable for her request. My true thought was that I really wanted to stay bottomless, especially when someone has a desire for it.

I came back to the sketch table to work while bottomless. But I wasn't distracted because the top gave me the feeling of wearing clothes, and let me focus on designing because I'm on another high of having my natural talent being explored. I worked on a design that is built around the idea of subtly exposing one body part and relentlessly teasing with just that one part. But now I wanted to add an extra element of easy access.

It took a while to design but I completed it. Looking outside, I saw that it was getting dark outside. OMG, the blind on some of these windows are not closed. Given the amount of light in this room, the next door neighbors would have easily seen me in my bare state.

"Um, Alice. Can we close these window blinds?" I ask.

"Why close it? I am not the one that is naked." Nancy said.

"Hmm, what?" I panicked.

"Just kidding, go ahead and close the blind," Alice said.

I quickly dashed between the open blinds and closed them.

"What would happen if the neighbor had seen me naked?" I questioned.

Alice had a big grin. "Don't worry Chloe, these are one way glasses like Vegas the outside cannot see in."

"You could have told me that before I started running around," I complained.

"But you look so cute running around," I just couldn't help myself.

"Hmph!" I reacted to being tricked. Then I wondered if she referred to 'cute' because of my panic behavior or cute seeing me prancing around bottomless.

Alice's tone has changed considerably from the beginning. At first she was stern and tough. Then as she recognized my design prowess, the tone had become peer-to-peer. But now it had become more playful.

That run around made me sweat a little bit and had made me aware of my bottomless state. I could feel a little heat coming from my vagina. When I came back to the sketch table, I wanted to enjoy my bottomless state and remained standing up as I was pretty close to finishing up the design. Once done, I called Alice over.

"Alright, tell me what you got," Alice said, and she stood by me on my left side.

Imagine she is wearing a short skirt that has a complete slit on the left side. To keep the two sides of the slits together, they're held by several elastic straps that have hooks at the end. The strap is wide, like an inch, to keep her partner guessing whether the panties waist band is under it. Now, she is on a dinner date..." I said but was interrupted.

"No, no, no. Let's make it more interesting, change it to you and your husband on a dinner date," Alice asked playfully.

"Alright, so let me imagine that I'm on a dinner date with my husband. I will try to stay on the right side of him, so he can see

the slit on my left side. He can see the gap of the slit grow and shrink in size through my natural movement, drawing more of his attention. When I sit down for dinner, the gap has widened and the strap has stretch much thinner. He is almost certainly sure at this point that I am not wearing panties. His mind right now is thinking when he's going to have access to what's under my skirt to find out.

"Wow," Alice said, thinking that my story is over. She gave me a gentle congratulatory tap on my bottomless ass, and her hand lingered there.

"Wait there's more!" I said.

Alice grabbed my ass tightly to indicate she is excited to hear more.

I continued, "Coming out of the restaurant the valet retrieves the car. He is wishing now that he had done self-park where he can have a moment with me before driving off.

"Aww," Alice sounded disappointed in how the story was unfolding, and she was rubbing my ass up and down as if to console me.

"Now we are driving home, and he glances over at me in the passenger seat. He can see the large gap on my skirt again, enticing him. But most importantly, he recognizes something familiar with the hooks. They are the same kind used in a bra strap. His eyes widen. He thinks to himself that he has done this thousands of times, and he can easily unhook them.

"Ooh," Alice responded with excitement for the story again as she was stroking her hand from my ass down to my thigh, brushing her fingernails going down and fingertip going up. The fingernails heightened the nerve like that of tickling, while the fingertips were soft and warm. The contrast in the sensation heightened my arousal, and it was changing my breathing pattern and the flow of my speed.

"Then... Uh... So he puts his car into auto drive, and he rubs his right hand on my bare thigh to get me into the mood. He then finds the first hook below the slit and unhooks it easily, and then unhooks the next one. Then he looks at me to find my mouth open in a surprised look. He easily unhooked two more hooks around my hip area, leaving only one more hook left at the waistband. He flips my skirt up exposing all of my left thigh and part of my pubic area.

He is now sliding his hands up and down my left thigh, as I spread my thighs slightly for easier access.

"Wow," Alice expressed her amazement at my story. She now had moved her hand right in between my thighs, and now and sliding up and down as if mimicking my husband's hand movement, with her finger dangerously close to the bottom of my vagina. The sensations were overwhelming, yet it was torturous not to be able to climax.

I continued, "He then moves his hand onto my pubic area, but still feeling restrained from the skirt, he unhooks the last hook at the waist band, and POP! The skirt splits open..."

Alice was now listening intently, but I said, "Well, I will leave the rest to your imagination, as I am keeping it between me and my husband," I said with a smirk.

"Aww," Alice expressed disappointment.

Alice has now taken her hand off my thigh as she announced, "Your designs are fantastic, that calls for a celebration. Hmm..., dinner was a long time ago. How about we celebrate with cake and champagne."

"Yeah, that sounds good. I'm a little bit hungry," I said.

"Let me see if I can find some cake from the freezer. Come over to the dining table," Alice said.

I came and stood next to the table and waited while still bottomless. A thought occurred to me that I should put my clothes back on now that I am done with the sketches, but I didn't want to be late. Alice then came back with a couple of plates with frozen cheesecakes and spoons. Then she went to get a bottle of champagne and two glasses. She opened the bottle and poured two glasses, and handed me one.

"Here's a toast. Chloe, you have been a pleasant... no a... momentus surprise. You gave me your honest opinion on my work, you have come up with designs that are not only creative and captivating, but meeting my customers demands of no bras and panties. Let's drink to that."

We clank the glasses, and sipped some champagne.

Then Alice continued, with an embarrassed smile, "And you were willing to take off your bra, and then panties. Then, you know, staying bottomless is a fantasy come true for me. Let's drink to that."

"Is that so. I am glad I can make your fantasy come true,," I giggled. Then like instinct, I swung my tush at her, where she gave me a gentle slap.

We toasted and drank again.

Then she took my glass and put both hers and mine down the table, took both my hands, and said "Um... Chloe."

I had seen this pattern of speech before. She was a about to ask me for a special request.

"Yes, spit it out," I said.

Alice took a deep breath and said, "OK, I'll spit it out. I was wondering if you mind fulfilling another fantasy of mine?

I was surprised at Nancy's direct and forwardness in asking again.

"Um it depends, but I wouldn't mind," I answered while looking down bashfully.

Alice continued, "And you can say no, and it wouldn't be any different between us. So would you allow me to eat food, um... this cake from your naked body?"

I was so aroused at the request vagina muscle squeezed several times at the excitement. I softly replied, "Yes I suppose."

So gently, she hugged me and whispered into my ear, "Thank you for satisfying an old woman's fantasy."

"You're not old. Let's just say you're a bit older," I said to comfort her.

With that, she slowly untied my denim shirt. It was so erotic having another person take off my clothes. The dangling tie brushed against my pubic hair sent me a stirring sensation. Next she unbuttoned the top button, the kissed right between my breasts. It was a surprised skin to skin contact and with a kiss too. She unbuttoned the next button, and now my bra is exposed, but she kissed in the space she had just unbuttoned. And then she did it again with the next two buttons and landed a kiss in the belly just above my pubic hair. I was getting nervous if she would go any lower. She finally took off my shirt and quickly took off my bra. She then blew on my breasts, as the cool air was sending me overwhelming tingling sensations. I let out a long 'Ahh'.

She stood up and with both hands grabbed me from the ribs as if to lift me. Alice appeared to be a physically strong woman. I instinctively hopped along with her lift to land my tush on the dining table. She lifted my legs with her right arm on to the table while gently lay me down on back. She lifted my body a little bit to scoot me over. I had my hands together at my tummy but she gently separated them and laid them on the table for my full body exposure.

She put the cake plate on top of my tummy. But I shuddered at the coldness of the plate because it had frozen cheesecake on it.

"Oh, I am sorry. I guess the cake has to wait." Alice said as she took the plate off my tummy.

She then kissed the cold spot on my tummy as if to warm it up. Moving her head toward the chest she landed the next kiss and the next, but she didn't kiss my breasts. The next kiss was on my cheek. She complemented "You have such a lovely flat stomach, your skin and your tan are impeccable. That's why I keep on pecking at it."

I was amused at the use of words, and savor the kiss on my cheek.

Next she was rolling her fingers up and down my thighs, fingernails on the way down, and soft finger touch on the way up, as her fingers moved closer and closer toward my pussy. This sent shivers to my vagina. She went back and forth as I closed my eyes to enjoy every moment.

"You have such beautiful thighs, I have to kiss too," Alice said.

She then kissed up and down my left thigh, then the right thigh. I was enjoying all the attention but I was too shy to open up my legs, so I kept my thighs together as if to hide my vagina.

She then tried to spoon a piece of cheese cake. "Sigh..., the cake is still frozen. I have to find something else to nibble on," Alice said.

With that, she gently brushed her teeth on my left nipple. With a slight pain, I gasped with my mouth wide open, and began to breathe hard. Then she followed with a soft lick, and my lower body was squirming uncontrollably.

Then she used her right hand to palm the right breast, and then gently twisted its nipple. She alternated between twisting my right nipple and licking my left nipple. She allowed me to enjoy the contrast between the little pain she caused and the tenderness in her tongue.

She stopped licking my nipple, as she moved to kiss my neck just below my right ear. I let out a sigh at the new erotic feeling. I rotated my head slightly to the left to give her better access. Then she moved further up and slowly nibbled on my earlobe.

"If I couldn't have cake I'll just nibble on this piece," Alice said.

"And you weren't nibbling before?" I questioned. We both giggled at the banter.

Then I went all quiet, as she started licking the rim of my earlobe. It was an insane sensation. My breathing quickened with intermittent yelps in between. I found my release as I reached my right arm around Alice's midsection and squeezed her along with the sensation I was feeling. Then she lifted her head up and paused to allow me to calm down from the sensation. My hand was no longer squeezing her but was just resting around her waist.

She once again lowered her head to lick at my left nipple. My lower body was squirming and shaking up and down again, banging on the dining table. She moved her right hand up and down my tummy as if to calm me down and occasionally brushed against the top of my pubic hair. She now lifted her head high, and I would only assume that she was taking in the view. She then moved her right hand to gently rubbed my right upper thigh. She dug her fingers between the thighs, continuing to stroke up and down but never touching my vagina. Was she teasing me? I thought. I needed the touches there so desperately.

She paused brushing on my thighs, as she plunged her head down and licked my right nipple vigorously. My breathing was ragged with several short 'Aah...' in between. I squeezed Alice tight while shaking my arm to the rhythm of her lick. I just couldn't take it anymore when I reached my left hand down to my vagina. I kept my hand still while only moving my middle finger brushing on my clitoris to satisfy my arousal. It was soooo wet already. But I truly didn't want to masturbate myself in front of Alice. I had never masturbated in front of anyone, not even my husband. I was going out of my mind. I needed this physical contact. With my left hand, I grabbed Alice's hand that was still on my thigh and pulled it to my vagina.

Alice paused all her movements, as she whispered into my ear,

"Are you sure?"

"Yes... yes", I answered.

Alice knew I had been building up my arousal, and that she could help me take over the edge. She began stroking my vagina. Recognizing how wet my vagina was, she began to stroke clitoris faster and faster.

I uttered 'Aah... aah' loudly and quickly to the rhythm of her stroke. My hip was shaking and my breathing hastened. I was getting closer and closer to the climax, as I squeezed her tighter and tighter, shaking her. The she just stopped.

"No... no...", as I said breathlessly.

She gently rubbed my breast until my normal breathing had restored. Then she quickened her pace on my clitoris and vagina again. This time I was reaching closer to the climax even sooner. And she kept on going and going until I burst in all dimensions. My voice screamed 'Ahh...' loudly, my mind overloaded, my squeeze on Alice was relentless. and my body was shaking endlessly.

I collapsed on the dining table, all my limbs wilted. She scooped my hand that was on her waist on to the table. She gave me gentle pecks on my cheeks. I was in a daze. She left the table briefly to get some towels and wet wipes to clean me off. Then she wedged her hands under my shoulder and legs, and lifted me up.

She carried me over to the sofa, laid me down, and covered me with a throw blanket.

I woke up to some disturbance on my hip. My clothes were already on me except for the pants that struggled to get past my hip. I arched my butt up to allow Alice to slide it past my hip. She slowly sat me up and sat next to me, as I slowly opened my eyes. She hugged me, and whispered "Thank you for everything."

"I want to thank you as much as you thanked me," I said with sincerity.

"Oh yeah, we were supposed to have cake to celebrate remember?" Alice joked as she fed me a piece from a spoon.

Sensing my appetite, she fed me several times more and gave me a bottle of water to drink from.

"By the way, I didn't know what to do for what you did for me, so I put X's all over our time card. I hope that is OK with you."

"Oh no. I won't take it. Um... ", I said, while thinking of a good explanation such as if I'm taking the money then I would be like a whore.

"Oh, we never officially amended the contract? Right?" I firmly said.

I'm sorry but I Zelle you the money already. Alice said.

Thinking some more, I said. "I'll tell you what. I'll take that money and I'll go to my donation clothing store and buy the clothes that we could use for designing when we meet on Saturday."

"That sounds like a great plan. I just adore you and the way your mind works. I mean it," Alice said. "Well it's time for you to head home."