“We used to love a quiet countryside walk. I would be clothed, she would be naked. There were few places we could do that in the city, but we always managed to find one.”
Month: December 2018
Exhibitionist Diary – Sunday 9th December 2018
StandardMy legs were heavy when I went for a run/walk this morning, but I felt quite fresh all the same. But the day was filled with washing, food shopping and other chores.
Life Imitating Art
Standard“It was the first time I had been to her studio. She asked to paint my portrait. I didn’t even question it when she began to undress me. It was the start of something I’d never believed I would ever experience, and I’ve never looked back since.”
Exhibitionist Diary – Saturday 8th December 2018
StandardOkay, I confess I didn’t really know what a Korean Spa was. So I turned up and there was Ha and four of her friends, who all knew each other, and we were pointed towards the changing rooms. I knew something was up when I started to take my swimsuit out and Ha told me I wouldn’t need it and just wear the bathrobes they’d given us. It was kind of weird just getting undressed in a room full of women (mostly Ha and friends, but a few randoms). Ha is so slim, and a couple of her other friends are southeast Asian too, that I felt like an elephant in comparison and covered up as quickly as I could.
So then we went through a couple of doors, and straight away Ha was out of her bathrobe and walking naked across this steam-filled room towards a middle-aged Korean (I assume) woman in what I’d only call sexy lingerie.
The others followed suit, and I was at the back feeling a bit daft as they looked around and I reluctantly slipped out of my robe and hung it on the wall.
My feet slapped on the floor as I went to the only open table, close to Ha, who smiled at me and winked as I was told to lie on it by my own Korean lingerie woman.
The massage that followed was amazing, though, and I soon forgot that I was naked, that Ha was naked, and that everyone who didn’t work there was naked, and that those who did work there were wearing black lace underwear whilst beating hell out of their customers’ bodies.
I’ve nearly fallen asleep in massages before but not this one, and once she was done we all managed to climb to our feet and shuffled to a side area where we sat around, still nude, and were given warm drinks amidst a huge amount of steam. It was wonderful.
I was disappointed when it came time to get dressed again and we headed off to a bar and shared a bottle of champagne. The others were going out for dinner but I was exhausted by that point and just went home and had an early night.
It was pretty funny that I’d been so scared about showing anyone my body for so long and so much had happened in one day.
Feel The Music On Your Skin
StandardJessica imagined herself, standing on the stage, barely covered by her underwear, running her hands over her hips and stoking the fire of her passion. She suddenly felt incredibly sexual.
“You act as if you’re alone; this is the most private moment as you ready yourself to give everything to your playing,” Miss Ashdown’s soft voice continued. “You want nothing to come between you and your music.”
As she said this, and as Jessica exhaled, Miss Ashdown’s fingers, flat on top of Jessica’s, slipped into the white knickers. Jessica felt the fabric sliding over her hips as their interlocked hands pushed them down onto the floor. Jessica’s breath shuddered again but somehow she resisted the impulse to try to cover herself. She concentrated on the image of the concert hall, of standing naked on the stage as if no-one was there.
“You imagine his strong hands, running up and down your naked body,” the teacher continued, their hands continuing to move together, “His eyes devour your image as he remains fixed in his seat, desperately trying to control his breathing lest he be discovered watching you while you arouse yourself, naked on the stage.”
Miss Ashdown paused. Jessica’s hands were now moving by themselves and Miss Ashdown was merely following their movements with hers.
Read the rest of The Pianist, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts
Exhibitionist Diary – Friday 7th December 2018
StandardRun, shower, breakfast, work. I tried to make it interesting with a new(ish) blouse with a very deep v-neck, but then Matthew wasn’t even in the office and nobody else seemed to care. Although Ha said it was very nice and I had good skin, and the spa tomorrow would make it even better.
I didn’t even go to the pub after work.
Exhibitionist Diary – Thursday 6th December 2018
StandardAt lunch today Ha said a friend had dropped out of a trip to a Korean Spa on Saturday and did I want to come? I said I thought she was Vietnamese and she told me I was an idiot, because of course she was but that didn’t mean she couldn’t go to a Korean Spa. Anyway, I said yes.
I spent the afternoon with Brian going over a few clients. Yawn.
Life, Art and Love
Standard“It was me that suggested removing my clothes, hoping that she’d see it for the invitation that it was. But much to my frustration our relationship always remained at pencil’s length.”
I Forgot My Swimsuit
Standard“A lack of swimsuit had never stopped me from swimming before. And besides: it’s amazing what it can lead to, even with women who were as resolute about their heterosexuality as this one.”
Exhibitionist Diary – Wednesday 5th December 2018
StandardJo asked me today how it was going at the start-up and did I mind that I was on-site for one day a week because she could say something if I did mind. I almost fell over myself making sure that she understood I was very happy with it, although not quite saying it was the best day of the week because I could wear whatever I liked. She said to let her know if it was a problem. I can’t believe how nice she is.
Pilates… yeah, you guessed it: hard.
