Exhibitionist Diary – Sunday 31st March 2019


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


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

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.

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Exhibitionist Diary – Friday 29th March 2019


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


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!

Exhibitionist Diary – Wednesday 27th March 2019


I told Jo about being invited to the party and she said I should ask Brian if I should go because he was my boss, which I’d almost forgotten about. Brian said it sounded great and I had to make a good impression if I met potential clients. I’d forgotten that I’d have to be on best behaviour, so perhaps my usual half-naked look won’t be quite right.

Jo sent me a few dating site candidates again today, but none of them were serious. She’s going through a kind of gallows humour stage saying that all she has to look forward to is a dumpy man in a suit. I couldn’t resist sending her some lesbian dating website in return, and then she sent me a couple of the girls on there! I was expecting more stereotypes, actually, but some of them looked quite nice. And at least they were looking for women their same age, not trying to hook up with schoolgirls in an effort to make themselves feel young again. (Honestly, those profiles really annoyed me!)

More Sexy Than Naked


“It’s the shoes that really do it for you.” Natasha filled in the silence where I was searching for a way to change the subject. “Those dainty strappy little heels, they’re just totally sexy and glam at the same time, and your feet are gorgeous.”

I looked down at my feet and shoes. I did have nice feet, and the thin stilettos did set my legs off nicely.

“That’s why I stay barefoot as well,” Natasha continued, “Can you imagine what I’d look like in those heels? The boys would think I was begging for it.”

Natasha had a point. Somehow, she was just naked, or nude, or whatever she might want to call it, but it wasn’t like a stripper was nude. She was sexual, but not just sexual. It’s hard to explain, but somehow sexuality wasn’t what defined her nakedness.

Read the rest of Dressed in Tattoos, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts

Exhibitionist Diary – Tuesday 26th March 2019


I had the strangest (and most embarrassing) dream. I was at Jo’s place having dinner with Ha and Lily and… you guessed it, I was sitting there at the table completely naked. Jo put her hand on my thigh while we were talking and it made my skin tingle. And then there was a knock at the door and Rachel came in, and I was embarrassed about being naked but, of course, had nothing to wear at all. And as we stood around with wine glasses in our hands and I felt more and more silly Jo said she had an announcement to make and that her and Rachel were getting married! They kissed and I felt so jealous but had to smile anyway, but Ha said not to worry, she would look after me, and she put her hand on my breast and squeezed it and it turned me on so much I woke up. You can guess what happened next, before I went back to sleep.

I was still horny when I went to the start-up today, but I wanted Kieran to be the first one to see my new boots. But it was really warm and felt like proper Spring, so I ditched the boots for the first time for ages and wore little heeled shoes and socks and a skirt that felt quite short with bare legs, even though it wasn’t as short as some of the others I’d worn. And I had one of my new clingy tops and a coat. The boys liked it and kept staring at my legs all day, and I kept getting turned on when I remembered my dream and when I looked down my nipples were as clear as anything outlined in the top. I don’t think they got much work done, but I did get invited to their office party this Friday. I think I’ll go.