Sripped Naked At The Bar

Naked woman in a public bar

Louisa was feeling much less confident now. It was one thing being an exhibitionist by dancing around in a short dress, but another entirely to be sitting there naked. She’d never thought Tania would go through with this, not even right at the end when every button was undone. Even then, she thought Tania would back down and call an end to the joke. Her face started to redden and Trisha and Rebecca both started to feel bad for either not helping or for helping too much.

“Well,” Rebecca said, “Shall I get another drink in.” Trisha laughed, as much for a release as anything.

“I don’t know,” said Tania, “Isn’t it Louisa’s round?”

She received a hard stare in reply.

“Oh no,” Tania continued, “Louisa got the last one. Shame.” She looked down at Louisa’s bare legs. She wasn’t sure how mad Louisa really was now. She’d seemed to be going along with it for a while. Maybe she’d gone too far after all.

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Exhibitionist Diary – Wednesday 30th January


I don’t know where to start. I had a dream that I was late getting up and Jo was already dressed and I had to go downstairs in my nightdress, and everyone else was at the conference wearing suits. We were talking to two guys and Jo put her arm around my waist, then then she slipped it under my nightdress and she was touching my skin and hoisting my nightdress up enough to expose me to everyone around! I suddenly felt incredibly horny and woke myself up, and then I realise Jo’s hand really was on my waist and she was still asleep! I didn’t know what to do as I lay there. Do I wake her up? Plus I was feeling as randy as anything and could do nothing about it.

Anyway, I shuffled a bit further away in the bed and she turned over and took her hand away. I was sort of disappointed it went, to be honest, as now I had to lay there and wallow in my own frustration.

In the morning I was woken up by the sound of Jo in the shower. I stayed in bed for another ten minutes and when she came out wrapped in a towel I went in. By the time I came out she was already dressed and putting on make-up and then I suddenly did something very brave and let the towel unravel from around me and dried my hair with it! My stomach was churning a bit as she sat there in her skirt and blouse with me almost next to her fully naked! All kinds of weird fantasies went through my mind, and then when she was ready she started talking to me about her plan for the day. I was still naked and left it for as long as possible to dig my clothes out and start getting dressed!

With Jo watching I had to put on underwear, of course, but it was a nice pair and I hoped she liked it. (I can’t believe I even think that.)

Anyway, the conference itself wasn’t that exciting, and of course as two women we found it easy to find people to talk to. I even flirted with a few older guys and accidentally let a blouse button stay undone.

Jo said I did pretty well anyway and she’d make sure she took me along to any others.

Exhibitionist Diary – Tuesday 29th January 2019


I’ve got a few minutes to myself while Jo is out of the room, but today has gone a bit weird! I was at the start-up as usual, and I couldn’t really wear anything too daring as I was meeting Jo at the station later. And that was all fine and we had a nice chat on the train. Then we got to the hotel and checked into our room and it’s only a double bed instead of a twin! So I’m going from hardly knowing one of the company partners to sharing a bed with her in the space of one day… We’re going out to dinner soon anyway.

We had a pretty small dinner in a Japanese place, and Jo paid. She’s nice, but I think we both feel a bit weird about the sleeping arrangements. She’s apologised for it about a dozen times, but it’s the hotel’s fault and not hers. It’s a good job I wasn’t planning to sleep in the nude!

Jo’s in the bathroom at the moment so I took the opportunity to undress and get into bed with my laptop on my legs and… oh she’s coming out now. And I never thought I’d be live-blogging my boss walking around in her underwear. She looks pretty fit for a forty (maybe forty?) year-old.

Now she’s brushing her hair. Getting something out of her suitcase.

Hang on a sec she’s talking to me.

It was just chit-chat, but it was very distracting that she was getting undressed while she did it. And I wondered if a forty-year-old shaved her pubes and I guess the answer is yes, in this case.

She’s put on a dress now at least. I better finish here in case she sees the screen when she gets into bed.

Exhibitionist Diary – Monday 28th January 2019


This is going to be a busy week! We’re going to travel to the hotel on Tuesday night, after I’m at the start-up, and then the conference is all day Wednesday. Then we come back in the evening, and on Thursday I’m at the PR company. I’ll miss Kieran on Tuesday, and Pilates on Wednesday. I’m not cut out for all this high-powered stuff!

Jo swung by my desk and said it was a good job it was me going and not one of the guys as all the hotel had left was a twin room! So not only do I have to work out what to wear, but I’ll be sharing with Jo. I’m a bit nervous about that, to be honest. She’s lovely and I still have a bit of a crush on her, but she’s a bit intimidating.

Naked Body Shots


The next half an hour passed with giggling and more tequila shots. Brandy and Sherine felt relaxed, leaning back on the leather sofas with the boy band superstars, just casually naked. This evening was turning out alright after all.

Brandy, leaning back in her seat, stretched her hands above her head, pushing her chest out as she did. It felt wonderfully free, now that alcohol had removed her last inhibitions. She noticed Damian glance at her breasts as she arched her back and she smiled at Sherine. Maybe tonight would lead somewhere else, if they were lucky.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea. Have you ever heard of body shots?” Damian asked Brandy.

Brandy half shook her head as she thought. “You mean shots like photography?” she asked. She’d already had the paparazzi; did Damian want to take photos of her too? Maybe she’d agree to that, under the right circumstances.

“Uh-uh.” He shook his head and then glanced at Russ with eyes full of mischief. “So, Nicole, you…”

Brandy lifted a finger and stopped Damian mid-sentence. “Brandy,” she interrupted. She’d had enough of trying to remember her fake name and whether she was Nicole or Teri.

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