Exhibitionist Diary – Sunday 31st March 2019

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That was even more exciting than I had hoped! I was already feeling like the sexiest woman in the world when I turned up at the bar, because these boots feel amazing, and I walked the whole way wondering if anyone could guess I had virtually nothing on. I’d never have dared if I wasn’t meeting Kieran, and if I’d had more than a five minute walk.

Anyway, we were sat at the back of a bar and Kieran didn’t seem to have any idea I wasn’t wearing anything under the coat, but we were out of sight so at some point I turned towards him, and away from everyone else, and undid one of the buttons and let the lapel fall open a bit. With the amount of cleavage I was showing he guessed there and then that I didn’t have a top on, so I just left it like that, and he kept staring and fidgeting because I think his trousers were getting a bit tight. (I hope they were.)

At some point he put his hand on my thigh and moved it up under my coat, and he kept on going and staring at me as if he couldn’t believe it, because he reached my hip and there was still nothing there. So I couldn’t resist popping open a couple of buttons and giving him a flash of a boob and one side of my body, before collapsing in giggles and having to do the coat back up again.

We left pretty soon afterwards and then when we got home I didn’t give him the chance to jump on me in the hallway as I walked straight to the kitchen, dropped my coat on the way and took a bottle of wine out of the fridge with nothing but the green suede boots on. I think there was someone in the room opposite as I walked through the dining room but I didn’t care who saw me. (Actually, that’s not quite true: I wanted them to.)

I made it as far as the sofa in the front room before Kieran sat beside me, and I was disappointed when he drew the curtains because I knew the couple opposite were home. But there’s one thing I can say: these boots really turned him on! It might be too much detail, but I’ve never felt a man’s tongue between my legs before, and I think it might be the best thing ever. He had his arms wrapped around my boots and I couldn’t have gotten away if I wanted to, and there was no way I wanted to. I came in about a minute, and then we had “regular” sex (or as regular as it gets when you’re wearing thigh boots), and that was almost as amazing.

I’m going to wear these boots a lot more if that’s the reaction I get.

Then on Sunday I got as far as wearing a towel at one point, before Kieran’s arms around me had pushed it out of the way and I was naked again, and that’s how we spent the morning. I quite like it when we’ve got the sex bit out of the way because I like watching his libido coming back again as I sit around in the nude. So finally we had sex again, for the second time that morning, before I waved him out of the door, and he said he never thought he’d be able to leave a house with a beautiful naked woman but he really had to get home. I was wondering if I was in love before, but now I think this is it for sure.

Exhibitionist Diary – Saturday 30th March 2019

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First time seeing Kieran for two weeks later! He’s seeing his parents most of the day but we’re meeting for a drink and then come back to mine. And I’ve already decided and am determined not to back out of thigh boots and coat and nothing else, and my skin’s already tingling just thinking about it. I can’t wait for the moment when he realises.

The Focus Of Attention

Naked woman in a crowd
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My body tingled as I glanced at the onlookers. I saw photos being taken and, this time, there was no doubt that I was the one drawing attention. I grinned and began to wave my body to the music again, revelling in the feeling of the cool air on my bare skin.

Sue let go of my hand and Martha released the other one taking my bra with her. She handed it to Kathy, still walking hand-in-hand with Tan behind us, and pushed it into Martha’s rucksack along with the rest of my clothes.

Sue and Martha had dropped their hands to their sides, but I wasn’t done waving. I had been a cheerleader at school and I moved well to music. And besides, my breasts looked amazing when I held my hands above my head.

I was receiving no end of whistles and cheers from the crowd and I began to skip in circles as we walked along. The four girls around me smiled at each other, and I realised they were probably enjoying the show as much as most of the women at the parade. And the great thing was: this was Pride, and no-one cared, including me.

Read the rest of Take Pride, and 11 other ENF stories, in Just ENF

Exhibitionist Diary – Friday 29th March 2019

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I had the start-ups office party this evening, and I think I misjudged it slightly! I wore trousers and a top to work but took a dress in with me. It was one I hadn’t dared to wear for years, because it had tiny straps and there was no way to wear a bra underneath it (or maybe only a strapless bra, which is much less comfortable than no bra at all). And of course, that was the only thing I wore except a pair of black heels, and I felt pretty damn hot when I turned up.

So imagine how weird I felt when I saw a room full of men in suits and women in their casual work gear! I looked like I was going to the opera or something. The good thing was I got plenty of male attention, and quite a few jealous looks from the women, and was asked so many times who I was with and nobody could believe I was the accountant. I guess I destroyed a few stereotypes. Richard said something a bit creepy about how much they looked forward to seeing me every Tuesday to whip them into shape.

It was pretty cold by the time I got home and I had goose bumps all over my legs, which is not a good look. But I managed to give my business card out to a few people so I hope the dress is worth it!

Exhibitionist Diary – Thursday 28th March 2019

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I can’t seem to take my eyes of Ellie when I’m at the PR company. Today she was in a short jumper dress, tights and boots, and she kept on having to pull the dress down her legs as she was sitting in her chair. It was even shorter than the skirts I wear! And she’s prettier than me too.

When I got back to the office Jo was talking to Rachel and they seemed to be having a right old laugh and suddenly I felt insanely jealous. Then I remembered the dream where the two of them were going to get married and I wondered if I was such a bad person that I felt threatened by Rachel. I did say she reminded me of how I was a few years back. And she’s another one that’s prettier than me!

I texted Kieran when I got home because I wanted to feel like someone was paying attention to me but he seemed to be out, since he didn’t reply before I went to bed. All in all a pretty crap day!