Nude Bar Maid 
This happened about four 
years ago when I was a bit short of money 
and decided to look for an evening 
job as a bar-maid. 
I went for an interview at a pub I knew 
and quite like so I was quite keen 
to get the job; I seemed to be doing 
okay in the interview. The landlord who 
was in his forties said that he thought 
the dress standards behind his bar 
were important and he liked his barmaids 
to wear dresses or skirts behind 
the bar not trousers. I thought this 
was a bit sexist but it certainly 
wasn’t a problem to me because I didn’t 
even have any trousers. Anyhow I 
said it was fine so long as he didn’t 
mind my bare legs because I didn’t 
like wearing hose. He said that wasn’t 
a problem; he was sure I had great 
legs. He actually couldn’t see much 
because I was wearing a long skirt; it 
has a big split though so I flipped 
it open for him and said: 
“Look, they’re a bit pale and flabby.” 
I am pale skinned and a little 
overweight; not fat but I an inch or 
two extra around my hips bum and thighs. 
“Blimme,” he said, “they’re great”. He 
offered me the job and I arranged to 
start a couple of days later. 
On the day I wore a knee length skirt 
and when I arrived for work the 
landlord was on duty with an older 
barman probably in his fifties. 
When I arrived the landlord Barry said 
“Here she is Dan; I told you she had 
nice legs didn’t she.” 
“You were right,” Dan replied. 
“Cute little feet too.” I do have small feet 
and always wear strappy sandals. 
For the next few weeks my body in general 
and my legs in particular were the 
source of constant comments from the 
landlord and the barman and a group of 
a dozen or so male regulars. Barry and 
Dan often touched my legs; it was 
amazing how often they needed to get 
a bottle or a glass from a low shelf 
just were I happened to be standing. 
Often in the discussion they would ask 
me to wear shorter skirts. I really 
enjoyed the attention and flattery and 
never missed an opportunity to press 
my breasts against an available arm. 
One Friday I had had a good day in my 
day job and was feeling confidant so 
as I got ready for work at the bar I 
decided to give them what they were 
asking for and put on a really short skirt. 
It only came a few inches below 
my panties; I was showing oceans of 
my white thighs and, because of all the 
bending and squatting you have to 
do behind a bar I knew I would be 
hard-pressed not to show my panties. 
When I arrived at the pub there 
were a few shouts of “Cor”. 
One of the regulars said “Look at those legs; 
they’re too good to be hidden 
away. You should get them out more often.” 
I was a little early so I sat on 
a bar stool at the front of the bar next 
to where the landlord was standing; 
he immediately put his hand on my thigh; 
when he realised I didn’t object he 
said “You should have a feel of this guys. 
Immediately three other hands 
arrived on my thighs. I always enjoy 
that kind of attention.  I was groped 
plenty more that evening too while I 
worked and also two of the regulars 
kept a score of how many times I flashed 
my panties; I think they reached twenty-six. 
After the pub had closed there was me 
Barry, Dan and half a dozen male 
regulars who were allowed to stay on having 
an after hours drink; Barry said 
he’d had an idea. He wanted to do a 
beach party theme night and asked 
whether I would mind working behind 
the bar in a bikini. I suspected it was 
just a ruse to see more of me but I 
was enjoying the attention so I agreed. 
When I arrived for work on the beech 
party night it was early and so there 
was just the usual small crowd of males 
in the bar. There was not much 
concession to the theme either other than 
Barry and Dan wearing Hawaian 
shirts. I said to them that at least 
they could have worn shorts. 
They said, “ What in this weather?” 
It was the middle of winter by now 
and there was actually snow on the ground. 
I said “ But you expect me to wear a bikini.” 
“Talking of that,” Barry said. “Where is your bikini?” 
“Here.” I said and pulled it out of my bag. 
“Aren’t you going to put it on then?” 
“I suppose so. I’ll go and change in the loo.” 
Then one of the regulars called Simon 
chipped in. “Why don’t you change 
here; there’s hardly anyone about yet.” 
 It was intended as a joke and for a 
few seconds I pretended to go along 
with it and undid a couple of buttons 
on my blouse and said “Oh alright then.” 
There was a loud cheer and then a boo 
when I started heading to the loo. 
Then I had one of the rushes of blood 
I have sometimes, stopped where I was 
and carried on undoing my blouse. 
In no time it was off and the cheers got 
louder and I started undoing my skirt. 
Suddenly I was stood in the bar in 
just my bra and panties. I turned my 
back to the men and facing the wall 
quickly slipped off my bra and put on my 
bikini top. I was feeling pretty 
aroused and excited now and the men 
were egging me on. I love showing my 
bum; it’s full, round and white and men 
always seem to like it so down came 
my panties and I stepped clumsily into 
my bikini bottoms. As luck would have 
it just at the point when my bare bum 
was in the air a stranger walked into 
the bar. Fortunately he was male but he 
looked pretty shocked and it went a 
bit quieter while I pulled my bikini bottoms 
up and went round the other 
side of the bar to serve him. So far as 
I knew all I had shown any of the 
men was my bum unless anyone managed 
to get a side view of a breast. 
When I served the new customer he 
turned out to be an older man than the 
others currently in the bar, in his fifties 
probably. He joined the others 
in complimenting my bum but I was in 
a bit of difficulty when he asked 
whether I always changed in the middle 
of the public bar. I just mumbled 
something about it being cold in the toilets. 
That evening I was groped more than ever 
as I went about my work by Barry 
and Dan when I was behind the bar and 
by customers when I was out collecting 
glasses. I suppose I was quite a 
provocative site wearing so little. 
Something which happened many times 
was that my bikini bottoms got pushed 
down at the back exposing some or ,at times, 
most of my bum. It happened so 
many times that there must have been 
several blokes doing it. Most times I 
felt it but often pretended not to 
until some kind girl told me I was 
exposed; a few times I didn’t feel it 
though and so I was walking around 
unaware of what was exposed. 
 I enjoyed the evening a great deal. When 
the pub was closed the customers 
had gone and we had washed the glasses 
and cleared everything up I was still 
wearing just my bikini. Barry and Dan 
were left and the usual half a dozen 
or so male regulars who were allowed to 
stay after time. We all settled down 
for a drink and a chat. 
A little later one of the customers said: 
“Aren’t you going to change back 
into your clothes Nicole.” 
Of course I didn’t really have to change 
as such. I could have just but my 
top and skirt on over my bikini but I 
was feeling really excited and wasn’t 
going to miss an opportunity to show 
the guys a bit more. So I said as 
casually as I could “Oh yes, I 
suppose I might as well.” 
I stood up and as I struggled to get 
past the others sat at the table my 
legs pressed against three pairs of knees 
and a few hands and I fetched my 
bag with my clothes in it from behind 
the bar. Then I turned my back to 
where the guys were sitting and removed 
my bikini bra. This time though I 
didn’t put my bra on yet but took 
off my bikini pants so that I was 
completely naked apart from my strappy 
sandals with my bum facing the guys. 
Then I bent down with my legs apart to 
get my clothes out of my bag knowing 
that this would expose my pussy and 
bottom hole to the guys. At this point 
the conversation which had been slowing 
stopped completely and there were 
sounds of “Cor” and “Look at that”. 
So I was naked half-squatting half bending 
with my back to them looking in 
my bag for my clothes with my private parts 
all on show and I looked over my 
shoulder and said; “You guys are like a 
load of kids. Haven’t you ever seen 
a girls bits before.” 
I prolonged rummaging in my bag for a 
while then got out my bra and stood up 
beginning to turn towards the guys to give 
them a front view. By the time my 
bra was on I was facing them fully. 
Then I rummaged in my bag again for my 
panties and skirt still naked from the 
waist down and stood up and paused 
for a while as someone asked me a couple 
of questions before putting them on. 
For a while afterwards the conversation 
was about my body and it became 
pretty clear that they were all trying 
to think of ways to get to see me 
naked again. They asked me to take my 
clothes off again now; I wouldn’t have 
minded doing that but I didn’t. Among 
the other suggestions was that I spent 
a night working topless or even nude 
behind the bar. I found the idea of 
being nude and available to be stared 
at for three hours very exciting but I 
wasn’t sure whether the idea was 
very practical. I thought the female 
customers might object and also wondered 
what would happen if the police 
happened to come in. Then the landlord 
suggested shutting one of the bars to 
the public one night holding a private 
party just for people who knew what 
to expect and me working naked. That 
sounded a much better idea and it 
wasn’t long before I agreed to it. 
In fact one of the regulars, Sam, had his 
birthday the following week so 
that made it easier; it was to be his 
birthday party. He invited his friends 
and told them all that he had persuaded 
me to work nude that night. Over a 
hundred people were invited; many of 
them people I knew who used to come 
into the pub – men and women, but also 
a big crowd from where he worked – he 
worked in a leather tannery and his 
colleagues were virtually all men. 
The big night soon arrived and when 
I arrived there weren’t many people 
there yet. Barry and Dan were behind 
the bar an it wasn’t long before Barry 
said: “Come on! Get ‘em off then.” I said 
what was the big deal since he had 
already seen everything I had. Anyhow 
I did undress; it was a very cold 
February night but I was still wearing 
just my usual four items; bra, top, 
skirt and panties. I took them off 
behind the bar with Barry and Dan 
watching and a few invitees milling around. 
I can’t tell you how exciting it 
was just to be standing around 
naked open to everyone’s view. 
Soon the bar started filling up; it 
was interesting to see the different 
reactions when people saw me; like 
I say they should have known what to 
expect but some people still looked 
shocked and surprised. Quite a few 
groups of blokes chose to stand at the 
bar and some really were staring as I 
went about my work which inevitably 
involved a certain amount of bending and 
squatting. 
I noticed that the fact that I was nude 
made Dan and Barry a bit coy. 
Usually they were brushing past me and 
pressing against me constantly but in 
the first half hour or so neither of 
them touched me once. I was pretty 
disappointed. I was in a pretty heightened 
state of arousal and I definitely 
wanted to be touched. 
I had to set about correcting that so when 
I next saw Dan pouring a pint I 
went to use the tap next to him and 
pressed my breasts against his arm. 
Shortly afterwards Barry was standing 
around with his arms by his side so I 
went to whisper in his ear; my breasts 
were against his arm and my pubic 
hair against his hand 
Later when Dan when he was reaching 
for a glass off a low shelf next to wear 
I was pouring a pint I straddled his 
arm with my legs first squeezing his 
arm between my thighs then squatting 
a little and wiping my now very wet 
pussy on his arm. I also “inadvertantly” 
backed my bottom into various parts 
of each of them a few times. This 
was all it needed to overcome their 
reluctance to touch my body; it was 
back to normal and they were for ever 
brushing past me and pressing up against 
me. A few times when I stood very 
close to either of them to talk a stray hand 
would find its way in between 
my legs and touch my pussy which 
was dripping wet all night. 
After an hour or so I ventured out 
from behind the bar to collect some 
glasses; the landlord had told me he 
didn’t expect me to do that naked but I 
pretty much liked the idea. Most of 
the guys realised from the way I pushed 
through the crowd that I didn’t mind 
my body being touched and every part of 
me was groped. Lots of the guys who 
knew me suddenly wanted to give me a hug 
which usually meant a feel of my bum; 
pretty well every male who passed me 
brushed against my breasts and/or pubic 
hair and the braver ones had a quick 
feel between my legs. My bum was 
smacked pinched and squeezed dozens of 
times. If I stopped to talk to anyone I 
often found my pussy at eye level 
and very close to someone sitting down. 
I started work at eight and the bar 
closed at eleven; the three hours flew 
by as I went from one dizzingly exciting 
experience to another. I was amazed 
at how many people my body could 
excite at any one time. It was a very 
different experience from all the flashing 
I had done prior to that because 
it was in a closed environment and 
so there were far fewer constraints on 
how I and others could behave. Once 
the bar closed I stayed naked while we 
washed the glasses  and cleared up and 
while a larger than usual crowd had a 
drink after hours. 
Eventually Dan who always gives me 
a lift home asked if I was ready and 
whether I was going home still naked. 
I said there wasn’t much point in 
getting dressed now, but that I needed a pee. 
Then I said “Let’s go. I’ll have a pee outside.” 
Someone said “This I‘ve got to see,” and 
the small crowd followed me out of 
the front door; I was still naked. It was 
a main road but it was late at 
night. There was some traffic and a few 
people walking home from other pubs. 
A group of lads cheered when they 
caught site of me. I stepped off the 
pavement and stood over a drain in the 
gutter and did a massive gushing pee 
with them all watching me. It seemed 
like a good climax to the evening. 
Nicole 
ophelia74@excite.com