Month: May 2019

One Button At A Time

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“Indeed, Tricia. We’d had this idea of serving in the nude but, until the appeal comes through, we can’t do that. But we don’t want anyone coming to a café called ‘Naked Women in Shorts’ and being disappointed, so we work dressed like this.”

On cue Cassandra grabs the bottom of her t-shirt and pulls it swiftly and smoothly over her head. She’s not wearing a bra underneath and I stare for a second at her perfect, small breasts. Her long hair falls over her bare shoulders and it occurs to me that if the café business ever fails she could easily turn to modelling. She’s almost impossibly thin and the denim shorts cover so little she’s as close to being naked as she can be, and still be legal. I’m suddenly insanely jealous of the combination of brains, beauty and youth.

I turn back to the camera.

“Well,” I say, “I’m sure you’re anxious to find out a lot more of how this very unique business runs. So, without further ado, I’m going to put on my uniform and join Cassandra for ‘A Working Day’ at the ‘Naked Women in Shorts Café’”

I try to look confident as I fumble at the top button of my blouse with my free hand. I pop it open, and then the second, before Jim takes the camera off of his shoulder and I stop. He only has eyes for Cassandra, of course.

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

Exhibitionist Diary – Thursday 16th May 2019

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I’m not sure if I’m getting much work done at the PR company, what with spying on Ellie and Geoff! But today Ellie was wearing not much more than a shirt. I mean, it was like a large, black shirt, so it was sort of enough to be a skirt but only just, and thick black tights underneath. She flirted with Geoff a bit and I’m still not sure what he thinks of it. I told her it was a really nice dress and was hoping she’d admit it really was just a shirt, because it so looked like one, but she just said “thanks”.

I was too excited to focus on much in the afternoon when I got back to the office, but I’m all packed and ready for tomorrow.

Naked In The Eyes Of The Law

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“Ma’am, that’s not the way things work around here. Now, ma’am, I gotta ask this, but why aren’t you wearing any clothes.”

I had no answer to that, or none that I wanted to share. I couldn’t say because I’m a freak who gets kicks out of driving around naked, or if I had done I’m sure it wouldn’t have helped my case. I just shrugged, and realised that every time I made any movement that made my breasts move he was going to end up staring straight at them. I folded my arms across my chest and felt my nipples pressing into my forearms; maybe I didn’t feel turned on, but nobody had told my body that.

“Well, do you have something you can wear now?”

I shook my head. I knew someday that doing this would get me into trouble, and I had always enjoyed the trouble I had gotten into, but not this time.

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

Exhibitionist Diary – Wednesday 15th May 2019

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I had lunch with Ha today and asked her what she knew about Kieran’s plans, because he tells her everything (which I think is far too much sometimes). But either she didn’t know or wouldn’t let on.

She asked me again about the tape and handcuffs, and I said I still hadn’t tried them but might take them with me. She suggested that handcuffs might not be a good idea if we were going through an airport scanner, which was a good point!

I went to Pilates this evening and hopefully being tired will overcome excitement about Friday enough to go to sleep.

Exhibitionist Diary – Tuesday 14th May 2019

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I don’t know whether I should feel excited or depressed about being twenty-seven next week, but taking that out of the equation I’m feeling excited about everything. Over the past two weeks I’ve had at least four more people see me naked who’d never even met me before! It’s quite addictive.

I flirted with the start-up guys today. It was a bit cooler than recently so I wore my jumper dress and tights. I know I have some stockings now, but I really can’t be bothered. Tights does mean underwear, though, so it’s a bit less dangerous than usual. But I do love the way the wool feels against my skin all the same.