Exhibitionist Diary – Saturday 4th July 2020


That was another fun night. Elise said she loved my dress and it was so funny that she never knew whether I was going to turn up wearing a sexy dress or nothing at all! I said: “Which one do you prefer?” and she said “Just surprise me every time.”

She was in trousers and a blouse and looked quite boyish with her short hair.

We went for sushi, and then we were talking so much Elise said it would be nice just to go somewhere quiet, so we found a hotel bar, which always seems a bit odd to me if you’re not staying at the hotel but they’re often quiet. But we had some pretty in-depth conversations about our past life and loves, and she told me all about her cancer treatment, losing her hair, and deciding she just had to live for every moment. I asked if that was why she’d spontaneously gotten naked at some party years ago and she said kind of, but she’d always thought it might be fun, just as a one-off, and it was.

Then Elise quizzed me a lot about my, um, predilection to nudity. She asked if I’d always been like it – which I hadn’t, but I’d long fantasised – and who knew about it, and what did they think, and was I nude at home (which I am. A lot.) She said if she knocked on the door would I just answer it in the nude and I said not usually, but I might if it was her, and she said she’d try it sometime, although she’d have to let me know because I don’t answer the door nude to just anybody.

I ended up talking about Mark and Ana too, because I wanted to be honest with her, and she asked if it was a full-on polyamorous relationship and I had to admit I didn’t know. I said I liked them, and we had a lot of fun, but I felt like they were a couple and I wasn’t. I told her I’d never been with a woman before then, because I think Mel doing things to me doesn’t really count, and she asked what I preferred and I really don’t know any more. I think I get turned on by men more, but they’re less interesting when we get to doing anything. Elise said she might take that as a challenge because she’d mostly given up on men years ago, but then she hadn’t had a proper relationship since chemo either. She said she didn’t miss it and she’d had plenty of flings.

I wanted to ask if this was a fling or just friends or a date or what, but I didn’t have the courage.

We didn’t leave until nearly two o’clock in the morning, when the hotel kicked us out, and took a slow walk home. We passed by my place first and I wondered about inviting Elise in, but somehow it just didn’t seem that kind of night. Elise said it was a really nice evening and make sure we do it again. And then she said, again, that although she really liked the dress, next time to wear something with buttons. Now I wonder if maybe it could have been that kind of night after all.

Exhibitionist Diary – Friday 3rd July 2020


A quick post this afternoon because who knows what time I’ll get in! I had to wear something to work that I thought would double-up for whatever kind of night out this ended up being, which has meant a slightly slinky figure-hugging dress cut to just above the knee. Jo said I looked nice and asked what I had planned for the evening, so I guess I’m not very subtle. I said just meeting a friend but my cheeks burned a little, and she laughed and said “Well I hope he likes your dress too”. I wasn’t brave enough to correct her.

Exhibitionist Diary – Thursday 2nd July 2020


I smuggled Linda’s dress back to Tim today, which of course meant talking to him very briefly (and not about work). He was trying to be nice to me, which made me feel even worse about being mean to him on Monday.

Elise replied this evening and said we had to do sushi again, because she never got to and it was “our” place now. Then see what we felt like afterwards. I have butterflies in my stomach.

Cassandra’s Business


“But, we’re good to continue?” Cassandra asked, looking at me hopefully with a hint of a smile on her face. She put her hands onto mine, which were still covering a nipple each and, gently, she pulled them away from my body. I offered no resistance. We stood opposite each other with our hands linked. I forced a smile and nodded.

“You’ll do fine,” she whispered, and then added a wink. My smile broadened a little; she really was good at winning people over. I stood, suddenly relaxed, and I realised I probably would have taken the bikini top off if she’d just asked more persistently earlier.

“So,” she said, instantly business-like again, “Was I interrupting you in the middle of something?”

She dropped my hands and they fell by my sides. I felt incredibly exposed, dressed only in my new denim shorts, but I resisted the urge to cover myself again. I took a deep breath.

“Oh,” Cassandra said, looking at my brand new shorts, “Now just to roughen your edges a little…” She reached towards my waist and, for some reason, I didn’t even move as she unbuttoned my denim shorts. They were propped over my hips so they weren’t about to fall down by themselves, and the zip held them closed, but with that small change I felt so much sexier, just for having that button hanging open. How could a nineteen year old know more about this kind of thing than me?

“You were about to?…” Cassandra prompted, distracting me from the protestation I was about to make.

“I, uh, I was just taking these ice teas outside,” I said. She smiled and nodded, and then turned to help Sue at the counter.

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Exhibitionist Diary – Wednesday 1st July 2020


Halfway through the year and what better way to do it than to inflict pain on my stomach muscles at Pilates.

I messaged Elise when I got home to see what she wanted to do on Friday night. I’m feeling a bit nervous about it, to be honest. It sort of feels like a date but not exactly. But how many times have I said that before and nothing ever happens? And when did I start thinking that going out with a girl was a date?

Exhibitionist Diary – Tuesday 30th June 2020


Curiosity got the better of me this evening and I went and checked out the photos of me online. At least there are no new ones from Sunday night, but the ones of me naked and bound on Mel’s floor… oh my word. I can’t believe Mel even took them, let alone got me to upload them. They’re almost gynaecological in parts… I mean, even I hadn’t seen bits of myself from that angle before. It’s so embarrassing and now I’m scared someone I knew from my “normal” life will see them. At least nobody’s put a face (or anything else) to a name yet.

Exhibitionist Diary – Monday 29th June 2020


I thought I was okay with everything but I was a bit snappy with Tim today. I know it’s just because I want to make sure he doesn’t think he has a hold over me, even though in fact he does, but he also shows no sign of using it. I feel a bit mean.

Then later in the day Mel cancelled on me, saying she saw me last night and there wasn’t much for me to work on and she didn’t feel like we’d get much out of a coaching session.

So I worked a bit later, came home and have not done much.



I’d worn a few fairly skimpy outfits in the office before, although nothing unprofessional, but sitting nude in my chair was an entirely different experience. But still, as I turned on my laptop and started to look through my e-mails, it began to feel almost natural.

There seemed to be nothing more urgent than usual so I stood up and walked to the kitchen to get myself some coffee. A hush fell over the room as heads turned towards me and I realised that, somehow, without even knowing what was going on, I had the upper hand.

Feeling especially mischievous I took a diversion towards Kieran’s desk. He was sitting with his back to me so I touched his shoulder to get his attention. He turned around and stared straight at my breasts, and then down, and then, as the day before, to somewhere far over the top of my head.

“Morning, Kieran,” I said with a smile, and then, seeing the colour rising in his cheeks, I turned myself side-on and leant back against his desk with one leg crossed over the other.

“Erm, hi, Jennifer.” The poor boy could hardly speak.

“That Mitchum case? We have a meeting to talk it through at eleven.” He nodded. I think we would have nodded no matter what I said. “Any chance we could move it forward to ten thirty? My morning’s clear but I know it won’t stay that way for long.”

“Erm, sure. Ten thirty.”

I smiled. “Great! I’ll update the meeting invite so you don’t forget me.” He wasn’t going to be forgetting me in a hurry. “You look a bit distracted this morning. Is everything okay?”

His mouth opened and closed and then a mumbled “Erm, fine, I’m fine,” came out.

“That’s good. But let me know if you’re coming down with something, okay? We’ve got to get back to the client tomorrow and I can always get someone to cover for you.” As I spoke I put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Well, it would be reassuring, but as my left nipple was now only a foot away from him it was turning him into a nervous wreck instead. I loved every minute of it.

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Exhibitionist Diary – Sunday 28th June 2020


I had an impromptu message from Mel this morning: “Cabaret night at Elise’s pub this evening. Let’s go.” I couldn’t tell if I was allowed to say “no”, but I haven’t had a good night out in a while, so I agreed. Then Mel said that I should wear my cabaret gear from the last performance again! I messaged back to say I wasn’t ready for another performance, but she said I wasn’t on the bill tonight but she wasn’t sure if I had anything else that would make as much of an impression. Then another message came to say I should wear that anyway but she’d come around beforehand and see what else I had.

I got dressed up in my stockings, suspenders, elbow gloves, and even the nipple pasties and c-string, because Mel’s instructions were pretty strict on that, and then Mel knocked on the door just after five, looked me up and down, shook her head and said that on reflection everyone had already seen that. I realised Mel had never been to my place before and she had a good peer around as I led her to the bedroom and opened my wardrobe doors. She make me take the dress off, and then the suspender belt and corset, so I sat on the edge of the bed in stockings, nipple pasties, c-string and elbow gloves wondering what she’d find for me.

She kept pulling things out, holding them in front of herself, shaking her head and putting them back. She asked me if I had anything at all sexy, which was very rude, and I said I had thigh boots, and stockings, but I guess I rely on my dresses being short rather than anything really overt. Mel herself was wearing a black catsuit and boots and looked every inch the object of unattainable sex appeal. I wish I could pull that look off.

Then Mel said that since I had nothing even barely see-through then nothing was what I’d have to wear! I said I can’t go to the pub like this, so she pulled out a suit jacket and tossed it over to me. I guess at least it covered my torso, but it barely reached over my backside. But Mel said people were used to seeing legs, and I had stockings on, and they’d already seen more than that last time I was there. Which was true.

And then for one last thing she took out the silver collar that she’s been putting me in at her place and put that around my neck before I put the jacket on. It was like it was a symbol of her control over me, and it was both sexy and a bit unnerving.

I definitely attracted some stares on the short walk to the pub, because you really don’t see the tops of stockings that much, not on a Sunday night, but I felt more at home in the pub because there were more people dressed up for the night. (If not quite as undressed as I felt.)

And there was Elise too, who came out from behind the bar to see us and gave Mel a kiss on the cheek, and then I got a big hug. She was in a long black gown with a deep v-neck and long sleeves and a really over the top collar and also somehow didn’t look at all out of place.

Then she stood back and looked me up and down and said she had to know what I had on underneath, and didn’t even ask before she started unbuttoning my jacket. Mel just smiled, and I remembered what she’d said about Elise and buttons. So Elise just held my jacket open and grinned at my all-but-bare body and said I was such fun to have around. Then I felt Mel’s hand on my shoulders as she took my jacket away and, boy, did some heads turn, and a few lips were licked, because there were certainly some guys who weren’t expecting a near naked woman to be standing there, and somehow the stockings and gloves made me feel even more naked. I couldn’t have felt more exposed without the c-string and nipple covers.

Elise took my coat and hung it up behind the bar, and then Mel took the metal leash that I’d seen before out of her back, clipped it to the collar around my neck and led me over to an empty table. There wasn’t a single pair of eyes that weren’t watching us. Watching me. I could feel them burning holes with their gaze.

Elise brought us drinks and then sat down and beside Mel and I at the table. There were both clad from head to toe to wrist in black and I was wearing little more than stockings and long gloves… it was dizzyingly delightful, if I’m honest.

The show was okay this time, but I think I’ve seen enough of them by now. It was a guy in drag compering and all a bit camp and funny and just a bit sexy but not all that much. We ate snacks and Elise had one of her girls make sure we were brought drinks, which was good because Mel held the other end of the chain hooked onto the collar around my neck so I wasn’t going anywhere that I wasn’t allowed.

I thought it wasn’t too embarrassing an evening for a while, and then I heard someone stand by the table and looked up to see Tim. He was with Linda again, who was herself in a long strapless dress with bare shoulders and a long split up the side. It was weird that she had almost as much bare skin as I did, but just mine was entirely my torso and hers was just her arms, legs and shoulders. Between us we made up a naked woman and a fully clothed one.

Tim said hello, and he’d seen me earlier but didn’t want to intrude, and Linda said it was good to see me again and how much she loved how brave I was. I nodded as if it was my idea. Then she asked if Mel and I were together, going by the chain that Mel was holding, and Mel smiled and said no, it’s not like that, and that her boyfriend was away at the moment. So Mel asked Linda if she was with Tim and Linda laughed and said, similarly, that her boyfriend was away, that she and Tim used to be together but they’ve stayed friends. I’m still not sure what Tim thinks of that.

I wasn’t quite so happy when Mel invited them to join us and then there were the four of us at the table, but there seemed to be only one topic of conversation: me.

Mel said it must be funny to bump into a work colleague, especially one that was pretty much his boss, in a place like this, and dressed like this, and Tim said it wasn’t such a surprise really and he was happier that it was out in the open. Then Linda told Mel about the naked bike ride day, and how we ended up back at their place, but she was the one who sat around in the nude, because she’s fine with that, and Tim’s fine with it too, and her boyfriend is fine with it and sometimes she’s nude at home when he’s there and Tim’s at home. I was trying not to watch Tim all that time but I still don’t think he’s over Linda, but it’s none of my business. Mel’s eyebrows raised when she heard about Tim seeing me completely nude, but also Ha too.

Well, then Mel said if it wasn’t to protect Elise’s pub license then I’d be nude here too! I noticed I wasn’t going to get any say in that, and Linda said it was a bit of a shame, because even though she didn’t think she could sit around in pub like this she thought it was great that I felt I was able to, especially to be with a work colleague. And then she said she really wanted me to come around to hers again, maybe for dinner with her boyfriend and Tim too, and just for fun we could both be nude. And of course Mel said that would be a great idea and she would make sure I did. This is really not how I want my working relationship with Tim to go, but I don’t know what I can do to stop it.

Luckily Linda and Tim went off a while later, because it was getting late and we all have work tomorrow, and Elise came and saw us and we chatted again, because the pub was getting quieter already. Elise said I had to promise to come and see her again, and Mel said I would.

It seems like my social diary is filling up…

Exhibitionist Diary – Saturday 27th June 2020


Today was a lot of fun and very silly.

I made the park run and felt nice and fresh after my early night, and even did a good time! It was a couple of minutes behind Mel but I’m getting there. She asked me if I had any plans for the weekend and I said afternoon tea with some friends. She said Elise had asked after me, and then I felt bad for not messaging her. But she’s working tonight so I’ll need to plan ahead, maybe for next week.

Then Ellie came around at about eleven thirty with a load of ingredients and a recipe for a Victoria sponge (which I can kind of make) and scones (which I really can’t). She was talking really fast and was really nervous about how Stephen would find it and I said don’t worry because if he’s not into being served tea by a naked woman then there was no hope for the two of them. She said she was still nervous and I said she had plenty of time to get used to the idea and, of course, that she should really start now because if was also going to be served tea by a naked woman then I wanted it to be right from the start of the process.

She didn’t need much encouragement, except she did have an apron with her, which made it even more sexy because it covered so little but she was so obviously nude underneath it.

Somehow we struggled through the recipes, with a lot of giggling, and even had some lunch together, and then I told her she’d have to clean up a bit because we both had a lot of flour on us but only one of us could fix that by changing clothes.

So she went and had a shower and then I had a naked woman towelling off her hair in my front room. Hers is longer than mine and in much better condition, and she’s just all over one sexy little minx, I have to say, especially when she’s so casual about being nude. It’s like having a model waiting for a photoshoot.

Then at three o’clock there was a knock on the door, which had to be Stephen. I told Ellie that she had to answer it, and I was kind of disappointed that it wasn’t just some random stranger instead.

Stephen was flustered, though, and didn’t really know where to look or how to act. He must be familiar with Ellie’s body but he seemed scared to even look at her! Which I most definitely am not. But I could tell from the way he walked in and sat down that he was already getting hard, so at least one part of this plan was working.

Unlike when Russ served us Ellie joined in with the tea as well, and that made it even more fun, because Stephen still didn’t know where to look. If he didn’t concentrate he’d end up staring at Ellie’s nipples, which I think was fine by Ellie because her whole problem seemed to be a lack of sexual appetite in their relationship, but Stephen was obviously embarrassed if we knew he was doing it.

The cake and scones were nice too, and it occurred to me that indulgent afternoon teas and nudity really don’t go together if one wants to keep ones figure. But I guess every now and then is okay…

But that brings me to the next twist: we’d finished up, and she cleared away, and then she’d obviously been plotting to say this for a while: “Right, you two, which one of you is next?”

Stephen tried to play dumb but he knew exactly what she meant: who is serving tea in the nude next?

I said we’d have to do spin the bottle again and Ellie said sure, but she wasn’t going to be in it because it was our turn. Stephen said he wasn’t sure it was a good idea and nobody would want to see him in the nude, and we both disagreed and he blushed all kinds of red.

I agreed with Ellie, and I said Stephen had said he would if Ellie did it first, and she’d fulfilled her part of the bargain. I really didn’t care if it picked me, and then Ellie pointed out that a coin toss would do if it was just between the two of us.

Well, lucky me, it’s Stephen’s turn next, and we’ve given him two weeks to think about it!