Exhibitionist Diary – Sunday 28th July 2019

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Good and bad things happened yesterday and today.

First: the good, and that was the night out. I wore one of the dresses from holiday, and nothing else except heeled sandals, and for half the night Kieran had his hand on my thigh, just under my dress, and sometimes even up near my waist, and it felt like I was close to showing a lot more than I bargained for. It was a lot of fun, and I wished the dress had buttons down the front as I’d have popped a few, but it was more of a throw-on thing so very much all or nothing.

But I told Kieran about how I’d loved going out for a nude walk with him in the evenings on holiday, and I wished there was somewhere we could do that here, and he said maybe we could take the quiet roads home. My heart was racing by that point and I suddenly wanted to leave the restaurant and head home!

So we went down a side road that I hadn’t been down before, and it was pretty quiet, but there were still cars around every few minutes and I was both nervous about doing anything but also knew I’d regret it if I didn’t. Then Kieran, when we were holding hands, stopped and turned him towards me and we kissed, and he had his hands on my buttocks, and then slipped them down beneath the dress, and then he kept on moving upwards, and I felt the cool air on my you-know-what, and then on my stomach, and then as we kissed his hands were up to my armpits, and he broke off the kiss and I lifted my arms in the air, and the dress just came off in his hands, and suddenly I was standing in the middle of the street with nothing on!

I wrapped myself around him and we kissed again, and a car went past but I think I was hidden by Kieran’s body, but then he said “we should get home”, and with my dress bundled up in his right fingers and gripping my hand with his left we started to walk.

It was so exciting! I got tooted at by a car horn! We walked for a couple of minutes, and then as we went around a corner another couple appeared, and at first the guy didn’t see me, but I knew when he did! So I just said “good evening”, and we walked past them giggling.

It wasn’t as much fun as being on holiday, but it was close!

So the next morning I was hanging around naked in Kieran’s place and Ben and Helen came in, and they seem so used to seeing my body now they don’t say anything, but they do look a bit (which I like), and then Kieran came in and Ben said something about won’t Kieran buy me any clothes, and Kieran said he was thinking of banning me from wearing clothes entirely! It was a bit hot, but I didn’t really like it, so I said he wasn’t the one who could decide, and he said he was, and why else have me around if I wasn’t going to be naked and do what I was told?

I was livid, and Ben and Helen knew it but Kieran didn’t seem to care, so I went to the bedroom and got dressed. The other two had (wisely) left and we ate breakfast in very frosty silence, and then I said I had things to do and came home.

It was such a let-down after the holiday and last night and now I’m quite depressed about the whole thing.

On the plus side, Ellie said she’d love to meet my friends! So now it’s four girls going out on the town on Thursday night.

Begging To Be Touched

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©Szymon Brodziak

Mrs Cooper unfolded her sketchbook and sat opposite me and, almost as if I was being interviewed for something, as she drew she began to ask questions about what I had been doing at university. Her pencil seemed to move very quickly, and she spent a lot of time staring at me. I liked that part: her eyes scanning my body. I don’t know if her models usually had erections or not, but there was nothing I could do about it.

She turned the page, shifted position, and I did the same. I tried to look relaxed but I doubt very much that I managed it. The only good thing was that while she was sketching I was able to study her as much as she was studying me.

I wondered how her dress would feel against my skin. The wool looked so soft; my skin tingled at the thought and my cock waved. Mrs Cooper’s eyes were attracted by the movement and suppressed a smile. I felt the colour rising in my cheeks but all I could think about was my desire to hold her against me.

It would only take a minute, I was sure, maybe less, if just one of those delicate soft fingers deigned to touch me. It would be so little effort for her, but mean so much to me. I wondered if the thought even occurred to her as she continued to draw. I watched as her tongue moistened her full red lips. She looked up from beneath her dark lashes as my cock waved again. This was insufferable, and I began to wonder if it was possible to ejaculate without being touched at all. It would be humiliating, but it would be an end to this torture.

Read the rest of the story in The Undergraduate

Exhibitionist Diary – Thursday 25th July 2019

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I can’t believe Ha! She called me over to look at her phone today and she had all kinds of me photos sitting around naked, walking along the canal (also naked), in the car (naked)… And she was showing me them right in the office! Anybody could have seen. I told her to delete them, and she said she might just post them onto Instagram or Facebook instead! I don’t think even she’d go that far, but then she said at least she had plenty to blackmail me with if I didn’t do what she said! It sounded kind of sexy, actually, and without thinking I said “like what kind of thing” and she laughed, because she knows me well, and said for a start we’d have to have a girls night out soon. (Which means “don’t invite Kieran” I think.) I said I’d agree to that if she deleted the photos. She said she wouldn’t, but she wouldn’t post them either… which I don’t think she was going to do anyway.

I went home still wishing I could find more places to be nude. Home is good and all, but it feels pretty tame now.