Month: March 2019

Reliving Youthful Fantasies

Couple sat at a cafe table
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The night was warm so Alison felt comfortable with the amount of bare skin she had exposed, but it was very unusual for her to feel the air on her stomach, let alone feeling it between her legs. Malcolm felt like the luckiest man alive, walking the streets with his beautiful wife beside him. He was as sure as he could be that Alison’s writing reflected her desires: he would never have imagined she would be happy to go out dressed so minimally nowadays, and especially with nothing on underneath. He hoped that it was arousing her as much as it was him.

They found a small restaurant and sat and ate dinner. Alison’s eyes sparkled as she relaxed, and occasionally Malcolm would reach under the table and put a hand on her knee, and then he would slide it up her thigh. Her skin was soft and yielding. He couldn’t reach quite as high as she would like, but the thought of how close he was to touching her so intimately was a turn-on for both of them.

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Exhibitionist Diary – Friday 1st March 2019

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I was feeling really flirty today so I went to talk to Matthew for a bit in the morning. I think he tried to put me off by telling me a bit about the wedding but I just said how I loved going to them as it gave me a chance to wear a nice dress and heels and something frilly. I think he’s seeing me in a new light, which is good!

I had lunch with Rachael as Ha was out at a meeting, and Helen (from reception) tagged along and we had a bit of a chat and a gossip and told “the new girl” about how much better the office was now that Jo was around. Rachel said she’d noticed we seemed to be able to wear whatever we wanted, and I felt a bit self-conscious with half my cleavage on show. And then even more self-conscious when Helen said she used to think I was as boring as anything until the dress code relaxed and how I have all the men wrapped around my finger just by showing them a bit of skin!

But it made me feel pretty good to be noticed, to be honest, even if my skirts were never as short as Helen’s.