Exhibitionist Diary – Friday 26th April 2019


It was Korean Massage day, and that was an experience. At least I knew what to expect, but it seems like some of the other girls had not done their research when they agreed to it. And that includes Jo.

I knew it was going to be fun when Jo said “I haven’t worn a swimsuit for years”, and Ha had to explain to her that there would be no swimsuit wearing going on.

We’re all adults, but it’s like nobody wanted to be the first one to undress, and not that I’m one to judge but if I had to choose, in order of figure, it would be:

  • Ha
  • Jo
  • Helen (although she’s the youngest)
  • Rachel (even though she’s very pretty)
  • The also-rans

I dread to think where I would slot in there. If I’m lucky, around Rachel. (Slotting in around Rachel sounds a bit rude now I say it out loud.)

But Jo took it in her stride, and Ha, now she didn’t have to hide it from me, had eyes on stalks ogling all of the women. And I’m pleased to include myself in that, despite how often she’s already seen me naked.

I, of course, had already seen Jo naked. But it doesn’t mean I didn’t gawp, a bit. All the girls did. I think it was just the novelty of seeing the boss in the flesh. Literally.

She’s a bit thinner than any of us, except maybe Ha, but she’s Vietnamese so it doesn’t count. (Is that racist? It probably is.) I guess that’s the only way you can stay in shape when you’re in your late thirties as otherwise gravity does its work. Like Helen, who’s definitely the youngest, is much more curvy, but it’s all tight and buoyant and looks good on her. She might not look so good in fifteen years. (I’m such a bitch.)

The only embarrassing moment was in the massage place. Actually, not the only, but the first, when Jo caught me eyeing her up. I don’t know why I find her body so fascinating, but she caught me, and then I looked away embarrassed. And then I wondered what she thought of my body, and then I looked at Ha and she said something (quietly so nobody else could hear) about it not being like me to be embarrassed about being naked. I ignored her.

But afterwards Jo insisted on buying us dinner, and said something about how we’ve all seen each other naked so it’s hard to see how much closer we could get. I suggested kicking all the men out of the office and we wouldn’t ever have to wear clothes and it went quiet for a moment before Ha came to the rescue and said something about dreading the idea of all the men coming in naked. Nobody wants to see that. Unless it’s Matthew, of course. I wouldn’t mind seeing him naked.

Anything Goes, Then Everything Goes


“You thought I might be straight?” I said, pleased at being called a pretty girl but less so about appearing so obviously straight.

She nodded. “Yeah,” she said, “You’re dressed straight.”

I raised my eyebrows and looked at Kathy. She nodded.

“Dressed straight?” I asked.

“It’s the sundress,” she said, “You look like you’re trying to pull a guy.”

Well, I thought, that wasn’t entirely bad, although, as I’ve already said, my chances of that happening here were less than nil.

“Oh,” I said, mildly crestfallen, and also confused. I looked around at the other women in the parade: if you took out the most extravagant of the costumes, then the outfits on show ranged from everyday jeans and t-shirts to the tiniest of bikinis, and even a few virtually transparent tops. Wasn’t my outfit somewhere in the middle?

“You need to make more of a statement, girl,” Martha said.

“A statement?” I asked.

“Yup,” Kathy agreed, “You’re wearing underwear, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am!” I said indignantly. The way this sundress bounced around I certainly wasn’t going to leave home without it and, although I might not need a bra all the time, I liked the way it shaped me beneath this dress. And then something occurred to me: “So I’d be making a statement if I didn’t have any underwear on?”

“No!” Kathy said with a laugh, “I was just thinking you could lose the dress!”

I put my hands over my mouth in shock, as much feigned as real. It wasn’t the first time one of them had suggested something like that to me and I always got a kick out of their efforts to see more of my body.

“And you’d still be one of the most conservatively dressed girls here,” Martha agreed.

I looked around: she had a point there. Kathy sensed that I was wavering and to try to carry me away with the moment she grabbed hold of the bottom of my sundress and lifted. It reached as far as my waist before I managed to clamp my arms to my sides and stop her from going any further, although not without a shriek and a giggle in the process.

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Exhibitionist Diary – Thursday 25th April 2019


I flashed a boob! I sort of forgot that the PR company is a bit more formal, so I wore a loose top today, and nothing underneath, and on the way back to the office at lunchtime I stopped at a café. There was a guy sitting on another table who kept looking up at me, so I managed to flick my shoulder strap off of my arm. Except I didn’t realise I’d accidentally (ahem) flicked it a bit too far and there was half a nipple poking out from my top! He was trying not to look but was a bit red, and when I noticed I covered up and tried to pretend it hadn’t happened. But I was also quite red, I think.

He left the café just afterwards and said “Have a good afternoon”, and it made me smile. I think I improved his day a little.

Exhibitionist Diary – Wednesday 24th April 2019


Kieran replied to yesterday’s message far too late, but he wasn’t going to come over anyway. What’s the use of a boyfriend if they won’t travel halfway across town just because you want oral sex, eh?

Jo looked a bit better today, but I think she’s burying herself in work. I asked how the dating was going, just to be chatty, and she just said “it isn’t” and went back to her work. I know when I’m not wanted.

Exhibitionist Diary – Tuesday 23rd April 2019


Today I had a thing for socks. I don’t know why. Maybe because Kieran seems to like socks. Or boots. Or anything where I’m naked in the top half but covered from the feet downwards. If anything that seems weirder than just liking being naked, but I’m the last one to judge!

So I ended up putting on a pair of tiny training socks and wondering what else to wear, and then wishing I didn’t have to wear anything at all, and then masturbating and making myself late for the start-up. But thankfully a group of men will forgive anything that a girl in a short dress and short socks does wrong and they said it was fine. I made up the time anyway.

When I got home I had a socks-only night, although I wasn’t feeling brave enough to leave the curtains open. I message Kieran and said if I told him I was wearing nothing but a pair of socks would he come over but didn’t get a reply, so I had to sort myself out. Masturbating twice in one day is a bit much, even for me!