Stockings And Devotion

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She walked to the chapel and knelt in place for afternoon prayer. As she bent at the knees she paid special attention to keep her habit covering the backs of her heels lest the fabric of her sheer nylon stockings became exposed. Still, the prayer session passed without incident and, if anything, Sarah felt that consciousness of her predicament only enhanced her concentration. If it was possible to pray harder than usual, then she did so: for herself, for Sister Theresa and her error of judgement, and for the Reverend Mother, to ask for forgiveness for the way she had punished Theresa.

Following prayer Sarah set herself about her newly assigned role. She found the watering cans and diligently watered each of the flower beds and all of the pots. She saw Theresa walking around the courtyard, but, after what she had witnessed from her that morning, she felt too ashamed on Theresa’s behalf to approach her and ask about her full set of duties. Watering would be enough for today, and tomorrow she would find out what else her new job might entail. The plants weren’t going to die overnight.

As Sarah sat and ate dinner with the other nuns she felt a growing sense of confidence inside of her. Firstly, she now had a place in the convent, a purpose, even if it was the simplest of tasks. But secondly, she had a secret that none of them knew: that beneath her habit was a sexy, young woman in black lingerie and stockings; a woman who would be the object of desire of any man alive. The article had told her so. She smiled to herself.

Read the rest of the story in The Rules of the Convent

Exhibitionist Diary – Sunday 13th October

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We had a lot of fun last night, and finally I managed to get Ellie to be a little bit naughty.

We met up for a drink and somehow I just straight away felt like talking about this kink we both seem to share. Actually, I wanted to know if she really did share it, and the best way to find out was to be as direct as possible and ask. I told her I didn’t even realise it was a thing with a name, but I always got a buzz from being naked or half-naked around clothed people. She said she did the same, and it wasn’t like she suddenly wanted to have sex with everyone, but it was a mixture of freedom and titillation.

The problem, of course, was that telling most other people this is really hard. We’re all so used to everyone being clothed that someone who doesn’t want to be is seen as a bit weird. Or there’s the problem of being nude around heterosexual guys who think you’re doing it because you want them to come on to you.

So we talked about that, and Ellie started asking me about how I managed to get to the point of being nude around Ha and Lily and some others. I had to think back, but actually a lot of it was down to Kieran dropping me in it, and Ha wanting to encourage me. So I guess I was lucky. Ellie said she wished she knew someone that would be open and encouraging, and I had to tell her that I was going to take it upon myself to be that person.

Things were getting a bit steamy by then and after another drink we went to a pizza place around the corner. We were both wearing short dresses and I felt bold enough to ask Ellie if she had anything else on (at all) underneath. She blushed and said she didn’t, and I said “good”, because neither did I, and as far as I was concerned that was the best way to be.

I jokingly asked what she thought might happen if we took our dresses off right now: either we’d be thrown out, or we’d get our dinner for free. She laughed and looked at the Italian guy who owned the place and said she didn’t think we’d be thrown out, but some of the other customers might be a bit too shocked. She was probably right: damn those other people.

Anyway, we just sat around and chatted, and were almost ready to pay and leave, and I looked around and the place was empty except for us and the owner. I said to Ellie: “Everyone else has gone, so maybe now we can find out if we’ll be thrown out or get a free meal.”

She knew what I meant and her face went red and she looked at the owner. He was cleaning glasses behind the bar with half an eye out for when we would ask for the bill so he could close up.

Ellie said: “Would you actually do it?” and I said, “I might, but I think you owe me a dare.”

Her eyes were as wide as saucers and I could see her mind racing. She said something about couldn’t I think of something easier, and I felt like she might actually do it. So I told her that, actually, it was too easy, and her dare was I’d ask him to take a photo of us together and at the last minute you’d pull your dress over your head.

She was in fits of giggles and before she could even think about it I called the guy over and asked him if he could take a photo. I gave him my phone and pulled my chair closer to Ellie’s and he was lining up the shot and I said to Ellie that if she didn’t go through with this then I’d think of something much harder.

It was like I’d pressed a button, as she leant forwards, grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head and suddenly was sitting naked in the wooden chair.

The Italian guy was staring, as you might expect, but he seemed to be taking it pretty well. He said something like “So this is how you want the photo?” and I nodded, and he lined it up and I moved a bit closer to Ellie.

He took one, and I told him one more, but standing up, because Ellie was sitting with her legs crossed which I thought was cheating. If she stood up she couldn’t hide, and I put my arm around her shoulder, and felt hers around my waist, and he took the photos.

I have to tell you: they look amazing. It was over so quickly and it was such a buzz. Then he said he was hoping we were going to leave soon, but given that this was the best treat he’d had for years he’d bring us a free drink.

Ellie was buzzing too, and she sat down on her chair and bundled her dress up in her hands but didn’t put it back on. I was starting to feel jealous, because not only was she the naked one, but she looked so good. She’s thinner than me, a bit shorter, but somehow still has boobs. I guess I should be jealous, but I was feeling good about enticing her out of her shell.

The owner brought over a couple of limoncellos and muttered something in Italian and went back to the kitchen, and then as I sat grinning at Ellie another older woman came out and said her husband had told her there was a naked woman in his restaurant and she had to see it for herself. She seemed to find it quite amusing, and reckoned she was likely to get some attention in the bedroom for the first time in ages judging by the colour in her husband’s cheeks!

It seemed a shame for Ellie to put the dress back on when we had to pay, and the owner said he hoped we’d be back. It might depend on whether Ellie could hide her embarrassment if she came in again.

It also seemed a shame that after that we went our separate ways, after a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek, but it seemed like we’d already had a perfect evening and pushing Ellie even more wouldn’t have made it better.

Anyway, after all that the rest of today has been taken up with chores. But I got a message from Ellie reminding me that I was due to do the next dare. I’m kind of dreading it already…

Exhibitionist Diary – Saturday 12th October 2019

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I made it to the park run this morning and saw Mel again. Now I’ve just decided to stop worrying about her intentions it was all pretty relaxed, apart from the running. I end up looking so haggard afterwards that I think there’s absolutely zero chance that she’s genuinely interested in me, so it must just have been sympathy that one time. Maybe I should act like I need more sympathy again, because no matter what it means it was fun.

I’m seeing her again on Monday, but at the moment my mind is focussed on thinking of something to get Ellie to do this evening! I feel like it’s a big opportunity and I can’t waste it.

Opportunity

Naked woman in a launderette
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“I’ve been trying to catch the eye of one guy in my building for months. The only thing I know about him is what day he brings his washing down, so here goes.”

Who Knew?

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Oh dear, Susan thought to herself, bad Susan. No Susan. And then she started chuckling. Because if no-one could see them… why wear them at all?

“Are you having fun in there? Dare I ask?…” Marian’s voice came from outside.

“Just buttoning up!” Susan lied, standing still naked. Quickly, before she could change her mind, she picked up her old knickers and bra and shoved them into the flip-top bin in the corner of the changing room. She looked herself in the eye in the mirror. “You’re really doing this,” she whispered, and picked up the coat, put her arms in the sleeves, and carefully buttoned up all but the top two and the bottom two buttons. With the belt tied it was secure, and she looked down at her old shoes. Not long for you now, she thought as she slipped them on, wishing she could take Marian’s stilettoes instead.

Susan examined herself briefly in the mirror. Nothing appeared different from the way she had looked when she came in. She could just as well be wearing underwear, a low-cut top and a short skirt… She could be, but she wasn’t.

Read the rest of the story in Changing Rooms

Exhibitionist Diary – Thursday 10th October 2019

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I was standing on the train reading my book this morning and saw this guy looking down at me, so I followed his eyeline and saw my blouse was folded up beneath my jacket and you could pretty much see an entire nipple. I looked back up at him and he looked away, so I smiled and didn’t do anything about it. I couldn’t concentrate on my book knowing he was probably staring at my tit the whole time. I hope it made his day and shame I can’t do more (not that I fancied him really, but it’s nice to cheer someone up).

I was hoping I could arrange the same thing to happen with someone in the office but I wasn’t brave enough to really go for it, especially since it could very much backfire.