A Stolen Bikini Top

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©Ruslan Lobanov

I began walking towards the open door, concentrating on not spilling the two cups of iced tea. And I blame the fact I was concentrating for not noticing that Sue had a firm hold of one tie of my bikini top. As I walked away from her the bow popped open and, just as I felt it loosen, the bikini fell from around me.

My shoulders tensed and I tried to squeeze my arms over my chest, but I couldn’t do that and carry the teas at the same time. I strategically positioned the two glasses and turned around to face Sue. I noticed Jim quickly point his camera in my direction.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked her, my cheeks glowing from a combination of anger and embarrassment.

Sue pulled the bikini top towards her and bundled it up in one hand.

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

Exhibitionist Diary – Sunday 24th November 2019

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I had to have the heating turned up to get the through the day in the nude, but I really felt like spending it free and alone. The one strange thing is that it’s a bit weird knowing the couple opposite can see me now that I’ve met them. Somehow it was easier when they were complete strangers.

Ellie messaged me again and we might meet up mid-week for a chat. She probably senses that now she has a man in her life that things are a bit different between us. I hope she doesn’t work out the real reason, though, because that would be way more embarrassing than all the nude things I’ve done.

Exhibitionist Diary – Saturday 23rd November 2019

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I hadn’t run for two weeks before this morning and it showed. Bleurgh. Mel said it was good to see me here and she hoped I was looking forward to Monday because she was. And I actually am too, even though I don’t know what’s going to happen.

And now I also feel better about the world (for no reason) I didn’t know what to do with myself for the day. So I ended up stripping down to stockings (and nothing else), putting on a coat and shoes and going for a walk. It was a touch on the cold side so I sat in a coffee, just itching to tell one of the nice waiters that I really wasn’t wearing much at all.

Anyway, I made it home, and wondered if Mel’s masturbation ban was still on. Given that we weren’t doing Pilates I figured not, and in stockings and heels and my feet hitched up in the air on the arms of a chair I had quite the nicest orgasm all by myself.

Exhibitionist Diary – Friday 22nd November 2019

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It’s Friday, and it was bright and sunny (if cold) and I put on a shorter skirt and stockings and a blouse and dragged Tim out for lunch with Rachel, under the guise of “getting to know each other”. He was still very quiet, but quite nice we he did say things, and me and Rachel did our best to quiz him. One thing: he’s most definitely single, and he’s most definitely straight.

I went and sat with him this afternoon and, whoopsie, by skirt rode up just enough to show that, yes, those are stockings and not tights. Wait until he learns I’m not wearing any underwear. (And how exactly am I going to communicate that?)

Then to finish it off I dragged him out to the pub afterwards with a few others, because he’s new and he needs to get to know people. And, you know what, even flirting with someone who’s probably off-limits made me feel better than last week.

What Will I Wear?

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Photographer: Davide Padovan

I nodded as she rolled my jeans down my legs. I sat my bare buttocks on her sofa and lifted both my legs as she tugged at my underwear and jeans, pulling them off my feet and dropping them onto the back of a chair.

I’d honestly never felt so self-conscious, sat there, suddenly nude. Lisa sat back beside me in her PVC dress and boots.

“What…” I began, “What am I going to be wearing?”

Lisa looked thoughtful for a second. “Do you know Tina?” she asked me. I nodded, although I only barely knew the girl she was talking about.

“She has something for you to put on,” she told me.

“And where’s Tina?”

“She’s on her way. Or at least she said she’d get her early.”

I looked wistfully at my clothes crumpled on the chair: I’d have preferred to have gotten undressed after my outfit had arrived, not before. Then I glanced up at the table across the room, laid out with drinks and empty glasses. I noticed what looked like a pair of handcuffs on the far corner and then averted my eyes in embarrassment. I don’t know why.

Read the rest of A Very Grown-Up Party, and 11 other ENF stories, in Just ENF

Exhibitionist Diary – Thursday 21st November 2019

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I went with Tim to the new client again, just to make sure he knew what he was doing. He’s very quiet, but that almost makes him more attractive, although he seems to blush a bit when he talks to me, and he’s definitely spent enough time checking me out when he thinks I’m not looking. Now I’m actually wondering why exactly it would be so bad to see him on a date, because although he’s working in my team I can’t fire him, so I’m not technically his boss. I know it’s not exactly ideal, but rules are made to be broken, right?

I think I’ll start with a little more flirting and see if he’s interested. And once I get to know him a bit better he might turn out to be a dork anyway.

Exhibitionist Diary – Wednesday 20th November 2019

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I got another message from Ellie, because after ignoring the first I then forgot about it. I said yeah, let’s meet up, but she can’t make this Friday or Saturday (and I bet it’s something to do with the new guy). And then because I didn’t want things to go sour between us I reminded her it was my turn to dare her. She replied with “Gulp”, and now I have to think of something really risky.

I felt better about regular Pilates tonight having drawn a line about Pilates Plus (as I might now call it).