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LAURA girls dance Miriam leading and Laura

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Author: Altan

Title: Laura

Keywords: exhib nosex

Date: May 2001

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Laura (exhib nosex)

by Altan

Laura knew it would be another boring day the moment she opened

her eyes. She looked at the ceiling, exactly the same as every

other hotel room ceiling she had ever been in. Another day of

standing at the booth, waiting for customers that would not come,

watching the business men in their gray suits pass by without

even glancing at her company's products. A complete waste of time

and money.

With a deep sigh Laura got out of bed and walked over to the open

window. She felt the morning sun warming her bare skin. At least

it is not raining, she thought to herself. That was the only

advantage of attending a tradeshow in Dallas. She gazed out at

the street far below, suddenly realizing she was standing here

naked for everyone to see. A little smile curled around her

mouth. Well, let them look, she thought. At twenty-nine, watching

her diet and working out regularly, she had nothing to be ashamed

of. At five foot eleven she was tall and slender, with long legs

and a narrow waist. Her long brown hair fell over her shoulders,

almost covering her firm breasts. No, she was not ashamed of her

body at all. Slowly, Laura turned away from the window and went

into the bathroom.

She emerged twenty minutes later, feeling fresh and awake, and

very angry. She had just remembered how her boss had called her

in his office, just before she left. He had used a lot of nice

words, but it really had boiled down to the fact that the company

had decided the show was not worth the effort, all sales people

but Laura had been pulled from it, and she would have to do it

cheaply.

It wasn't even the fact that she was considered the least

important of all the sales people that made Laura mad. She knew

that she did not have the fanaticism that others have. But when

her boss told her that she would have to limit her expenses to

forty dollars a day, she felt insulted, and that anger welled up

in her every time she thought back of the conversation.

With the anger boiling inside her, Laura was getting dressed.

What did the company think--that she was going to cheat on them?

Didn't they trust her anymore? Why would she stay loyal to them,

when they were using her like this?

Why, indeed? At that moment, a thought came to Laura. There was

nobody at the show that she knew, or was likely to run into ever

again. She was only there to uphold the image of the company.

Well, she did not care about the company's image, and was not

going through another boring day at a boring show. Today, she

would have some fun at the show.

She looked again at the clothes she had selected. A white satin

blouse and a light brown skirt with buttons on the front. Calming

down, she smiled at her reflection in the mirror. Yes, that would

do perfectly. Quickly, she took all her clothes off again and

then put the blouse and skirt back on-- nothing else. She could

feel her excitement grow when she examined herself critically in

the mirror. Her breasts did not really need any support, but with

the excitement, her nipples clearly poked through the thin

material. Other than that she looked just like an ordinary sales

woman. It was nice to feel the fabric of her clothes directly at

her skin, but the excitement would wear off soon enough.

She counted her buttons--nine on the skirt and seven on the

blouse. Sixteen in total. Then she looked at the alarm clock next

to the hotel bed. It was eight o'clock, sixteen hours until

midnight. Today, she would undo one button every hour. At the

stroke of midnight...

* * *

Laura walked over to the convention hall, leaving her jacket in

the hotel room. She saw a few men looking at her twice, and

smiled inwardly. There would be much more for them to look at

before the day was over. Oh yes, she would draw attention all

right. Her mind took her back to her high school days. Her best

friend, Joan, had felt ignored by the boys and one time she had

come to a school party wearing a see-through blouse. Joan had

been careful to keep her jacket on until she was on the dance

floor, where teachers did not dare come. Within minutes, she had

become the center of attention of the boys, and she had enjoyed

every minute of it. Eventually she was caught, of course, and

sent home with a reprimand. But later she had described to Laura

how wonderful it was, to have all these boys stare at her.

The convention doors opened for the public at exactly nine

o'clock and Laura, ready at her booth, undid the top button of

her shirt. She felt a surge of anticipation rushing through her,

and she had to concentrate not to flush. For the next hour, she

concentrated on the feeling of the shirt touching her breasts.

She turned to enjoy the fabric stroking her, and every time she

felt her nipples harden in response. Some of the men that passed

her booth seemed to notice, and were looking at her twice--or

rather, were looking at her breasts.

At ten, Laura undid the second button from her blouse. Halfway

through the hour, she crossed the aisle to a booth that had been

manned by a lone young salesman all day. She had noticed him

glancing at her all morning and decided to take the initiative.

She could see it took him some effort to move his eyes from her

breasts to her face.

"Hi," she said. "You seem to be having a quiet show as well?"

"Eh, yes," he answered almost stuttering. "How about you?"

"Haven't had a single customer all week," Laura replied. "I've

never been to such a boring show. By the way, my name is Laura."

"Oh, hi, I'm Pete. I haven't had much traffic here either."

They talked a little bit more and then Laura walked back to her

own booth. She could feel his eyes in her back, but when she

turned around, he quickly looked the other way.

At eleven, the third button went. She knew the third button was

lower than her nipples, so a little bit of her breasts would be

exposed. She was starting to attract some attention, people

veining interest in the company as an excuse to look at her from

close by. Laura had put the box with company literature on the

floor, so she would have to bend over to get a brochure.

Sometimes she could see a bulge in the men's pants and the

thought that she had caused that invariably made her nipples

swell.

When there was a particular slow moment in the show traffic, Pete

walked over to her and they continued their conversation. Laura

leaned on the small counter and put her head in her hands. She

knew that her blouse would fall open and Pete could see all the

way down to her belly. She saw his eyes widen and then quickly

returning to her face. Laura smiled again.

"At least there is a nice view around here," she said innocently,

which instantly made Pete blush. Laura felt stupid keeping on

grinning at him, but she did not want to scare him right now.

When he shyly smiled back, she knew that he would be the fun part

of the evening.

* * *

Lunch break was at noon, right after Laura undid the fourth

button of her blouse. In the restroom she carefully studied how

she looked. With four buttons undone, the sides of her breasts
were exposed even when she was standing up. She practiced bending

over in front of the large mirror, imagining how a man would

react. If she bend over just a little bit more, her shirt would

fall open completely and her hanging breast would be totally

exposed. Her nipples were in plain view and getting hard as rock.

Some of the other women looked shocked at Laura parading herself

in front of the mirror, but she did not pay any attention to

them. One of the women though gave her a thumbs up, and she

wondered what to make of that.

The lunch area had a number of self-service counters for hot and

cold food. Laura went to the salad bar first, making a point of

reaching over to get a salad she actually did not particularly

like. But she did enjoy the heads turning away as on an unheard

command when she straightened up again. Only one man did not turn

and she rewarded him with a smile. He smiled back and went to the

cash registers.

Laura finished collecting her lunch, paid, and sat at an empty

table. She ate slowly, looking around her. It didn't take long

for the first person to join her. Within five minutes the table

was filled with men, all eager to chat with her. Laura mainly

smiled but did not say much. Every now and then she would bend

over her plate, letting her blouse drop open. The thought that

there were seven men here intent on watching her was exciting,

and she enjoyed every moment.

* * *

During the afternoon, she left the buttons of her blouse alone

and undid one from her skirt every hour. Although that was not

adding anything to the attention she was attracting, it filled

her with anticipation. At five, when the convention doors closed,

she undid the fifth button from her skirt and walked over to

Pete.

"Doing anything special tonight?" she asked.

"Not much fun doing anything special on your own," he answered.

"Now, if I would have some company..."

"Yes?"

"Well, I hear this restaurant on Fleet Street is good, and there

is a disco right next door."

"Sounds like fun," Laura replied lightly. "Why don't you pick me

up at six thirty at the Hyatt, and we'll see if your informant is

right!"

She gave Pete one last wink and walked away to the exit. Laura

knew that he was just amazed at his luck right now, but probably

didn't anticipate what would happen tonight in his wildest

dreams.

Back in the hotel she checked herself in the large mirror again.

With the sixth skirt button at six, she was showing more than a

little leg. Just to know what would happen, she tried undoing the

seventh button and moving around. With only two buttons left, the

skirt would open up all the way up and anyone watching would

clearly see her lack of underwear. That would be very interesting

in that disco Pete was talking about. Quickly, she fastened that

seventh button again--that would come later.

Pete was in the lobby when she came down, and for the first time

she could see that he was looking at her legs as well as her

chest. She didn't say anything but followed him to the taxi and

into the restaurant. She undid another button from the blouse

when they entered the restaurant.

At the table, Pete clearly didn't know where to look, and Laura

decided to relax him a bit.

"You like to look at my breasts?" she asked, and Pete turned red
like a traffic light.

"Don't worry, it's okay," she comforted him. "I enjoy it when men
look at me particularly sweet ones like you."

This made him turn red again, and he clearly didn't know what to

say. But he was no longer averting his eyes. Instead he was

looking straight into Laura's blouse and at her breasts. With

only two buttons left, there was a lot to look at. She tried to

sit straight up, bending just a little bit forward, so that the

fabric of her blouse was just touching her erect nipples when she

was startled by the waitress.

"Hi, my name is Miriam and I will be your server tonight. Can I

get you something to drink while..."

The waitress stopped in mid sentence when she noticed Laura's

outfit. 'This is it,' Laura thought, 'now we will be thrown out

of here.' But instead, Miriam cleared her throat, winked at Laura

and said to Pete, "while you enjoy the view?"

Pete turned red once more, but checked himself and said, "yes,

please."

When the waitress had left, Pete addressed Laura.

"Who are you?" he asked. "I've never met any girl who shows

herself like this."

This time, Laura blushed a little bit herself. "To tell you the

truth, I don't really know," she answered. "I have never done

this before. But you know what--it is fun! I just hope I don't

get arrested or something."

During dinner she told Pete how bored she had been, and what

resolution she had made that morning. He looked at her

incredulously.

"One button every hour?" he asked. "With the last one to go at

midnight? What happens then?"

"I don't know," she answered with a crooked smile. "I guess I

will leave that up to you..."

* * *

Dinner lasted for over an hour, and the next blouse button was

undone at eight. Service was excellent, almost as if Miriam never

took her eyes off of them. But after a last cup of coffee, and

leaving a large tip for the waitress, they got up and went to the

disco next door.

To Laura's surprise, Pete turned out to be a good dancer. Laura

had told Pete she wanted to stick with the slower numbers,

sitting out the wilder ones. Fortunately, it turned out to be

"Romance Evening" at the disco with a lot of slow numbers. When

they danced close together, Laura could feel the bulge in Pete's

pants growing each time she touched him.

At nine, the seventh button of her skirt came loose. Laura knew

from the experiments in front of the mirror that with a little

shuffling her pubic hair became exposed. At the next close dance,

she made sure she could feel the fabric of Pete's pants on her

bare skin. Pete let his hands slide under her skirt and was

massaging here bare buttocks.

"Lift my skirt," she whispered in his ear when they came back on

the dance floor after a drink. "Move your hands up to my back,

and I'll pretend not to notice. I want everyone to see my bare

ass."

Pete grinned and slowly moved his stroking hands upwards, all the

way to the curve in her back. There could be no doubt that Laura

was not even wearing a G-string. Laura's heart was pounding, she

expected a manager to come over any minute. But nobody came and

they finished the dance together.

At ten, the last button of her shirt became undone. A series of

very fast numbers started and Pete and Laura returned to their

table. Everyone in the disco had noticed Laura, of course, but

she had refused all the other dance offers. Until Miriam, the

waitress from the restaurant, showed up at their table. "May I

have this dance?" she asked Laura.

Miriam had changed into a very thin shirt, knotted in the front,

and a long skirt. She stood there smiling, waiting for an answer.

"I'm sorry, I can't," Laura said. "Not dressed like this. They

would throw me out when I danced now."

"Of course you can," Miriam replied. Her smile deepened. "I'll

match your clothing." With that, she untied her shirt so that it

hung as loose as Laura's. Then she took the hem of her skirt, and

tore it all the way up to the waistband. She wasn't wearing

anything underneath either.

When they got to the dance floor, Miriam started swinging and

Laura followed her. One by one the men in the disco stopped to

watch the two girls dance, Miriam leading and Laura following. At

the second song, Miriam threw away her useless shirt and without

thinking Laura imitated her, barely noticing that Pete caught it.

Dancing topless was exhilarating!

When the music finally slowed down to a romantic melody, Pete

joined the two girls and the three of them moved together in

close embrace. Having lost all his shyness, Pete caressed both of

them, and they massaged him where he enjoyed it most.

Eleven o'clock, and the eighth button of Laura's skirt followed

the others. Laura had told Miriam about her day, who thought it a

great idea. Now, she pulled Pete closer.

"In one hour, that last button is going, and I will be stark

naked," she told him "You decide where you want to be when that

happens. We can be here on the dance floor, or back in your hotel

room..."

Pete stopped to consider this. Taking this wild woman back to his

hotel room was very tempting. On the other hand--she was offering

to drop her skirt right here, in a busy disco. Now that was an

exciting thought as well.

Laura looked at him with curiosity, without any indication of

what she wanted him to decide. Oh what the hell, he thought, and

said, "Let me get us another round of drinks."

When Pete left for the bar, Miriam looked inquisitively at Laura.

"You are serious, aren't you?" she asked.

Laura nodded. "Yes, this is exciting, I never knew it would be

this much fun. But now I want to see it through to the end.

Whatever that end will be."

"You are one amazing girl!" Miriam exclaimed, then smiled at Pete

who was returning with the drinks. "You don't mind me sticking

around, do you?" she asked. "I want to see this."

"No, of course not" Pete replied, sliding into his seat. "You can

stick as close as you want to."

* * *

They watched the others dance until it was a few minutes before

midnight. Then Laura got up and took Pete by the hand to the

dance floor. They danced slowly while the minute hand on the

clock above the bar approached the number twelve.

At exactly midnight, Laura unhurriedly undid the last button from

her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Then she put her arms

back around Pete's neck while they continued their slow dance.

Pete let his arms slide down to Laura's bare buttocks and held

her close to him. Dancing around them came to a stop when people

noticed Laura's nakedness. Then the pace of the music picked up

and Laura and Pete started to swing. No longer shielded by Pete's

body, men all around them enjoyed the sight of Laura's nude body

and started cheering the couple on.

T H E E N D

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