Exhibitionist Diary – Friday 13th December 2019


I’m not sure what I’ve gotten myself into with Mel’s party now.

When I got home I messaged her to ask when I should come round and, very importantly, what I should wear. She said to be there around 4pm and that “usual clothing rules apply”. I couldn’t quite believe she meant it like that, unless the party was only going to be people like me, Ha, Lily and maybe Sarah and George, so I just replied saying “Aren’t there going to be strangers there?” and she replied reminding me that I’d said it was easier being naked in front of strangers than people who knew me!

I didn’t think I could go through with that, and then another message arrived saying “I’ve got a mask. Nobody will recognise you,” and suddenly my body was tingling again. It felt like the perfect night, to be naked in a room full of clothed people (or at least I assume they’d all be clothed) and with no consequences. Mel had said I had to push my boundaries, so I guess this is it.

I can’t stop thinking about it now.

Stripping In The Passenger Seat


Five minutes passed like this and then, without saying a word, I unfastened the remaining blouse buttons and leant back with my hands behind my head. The flaps of the blouse trailed free of my waist and I saw Tony moisten his lips with his tongue. I pretended I was oblivious to what I was doing to him. In truth, the combination of the afternoon sun and the cooling air on my bare stomach was exhilarating in itself.

Another few minutes passed and I leant forwards and, with the wind helping me, slid the blouse down my arms, pulled it out from behind my back and tossed it onto the seat behind me. Tony smiled, but still said nothing. The roads we took were quiet, with barely a car passing us in the opposite direction. And at speed my bra might just pass for a bikini top if anyone saw it, although the sheer material might not stand up to close inspection.

I reached down to my side and unfastened the single button holding my skirt and unfolded it from over my legs. With a quick lift of my buttocks I pulled it out from beneath me and tossed it behind me to join the blouse and I sat there, casually, in my underwear. Tony’s smile widened to a grin and I saw his eyes flick between the road and my white panties. I knew days like this always ended in sex and I dressed to excite. Our relationship had been a very physical one, while it lasted.

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Exhibitionist Diary – Thursday 12th December 2019


I had my lunch with Jo today and told her about the corporate tax thing I wanted to get into. It didn’t go as well as I’d hoped, because she said it wasn’t really something anyone in the office had expertise in, not at that level, and anyway I had to be careful because it was an ear where people really skirted the law. She said she’d heard about some people being really successful, but others had struggled if they didn’t mind bending a few rules, and reputation was everything in our industry – and in that sector the only good reputation you could get was to say “yes” to everything the client asked for and overlook a principles, and maybe even a few laws, while you were doing it.

It hasn’t put me off but I’ve got to think of my options. She said the best thing for me to do was to keep working on these lower level accounts and see what direction attracted me along the way, because I had a good future at the firm. That part was promising, because I told her that I’d been recommended to get a mentor and I said I’d really appreciate it if she could be that person. She said she could be for a while, if it only meant having a catch-up every now and again, but ideally I should find someone I don’t work with so they can remain impartial. She joked that I couldn’t exactly complain about my boss to my mentor if they were the same person, but then I can’t imagine ever complaining about Jo.

Anyway, we’re going to have lunch once a month to chat, which can only be a good thing.

Exhibitionist Diary – Wednesday 11th December 2019


Mel messaged to say she was having a party at her place on Saturday night for some close friends and she wanted me to help out. I said I would and she said she had catering provided and drink was being delivered but I would need to welcome people, keep the waiting staff in order and generally make sure that it all went smoothly. It didn’t really sound like the kind of thing I’d be particularly good at, but I definitely owe Mel for Monday night, and maybe if I hang around after the party something fun will happen (because it’s all I can think about at the moment).

I felt very energetic for Pilates because of all that, but I was almost bursting out of my clothes when I got home. It’s been nearly a week and a half since my last orgasm! I can’t believe Mel is putting me through this.