Bearing It All


Sarah took a deep breath. “Let’s get this over with,” she said, “The earlier we go, the fewer people will be around town.”

In a near trance, she followed Jessica to the main gate. Her heart skipped a beat as the latch was lifted and the wooden door opened to reveal the street outside. Jessica stepped through and looked around: the coast was clear, for now. She nodded for Sarah to follow her.

Sarah followed as closely as if she was Jessica’s shadow but, inevitably, they started to see other people out on the street. They were headed towards the centre of town and, although it was early, life here started early for everyone, before the heat of the day set in.

The locals stared from a distance, and Sarah was conscious not only of her own embarrassment but also how embarrassed Jessica was to be accompanied by a naked woman. A nun in full dress accompanied by a woman in nothing but stockings and small, black shoes was not a sight anyone could ignore.

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

Exhibitionist Diary – Thursday 26th December 2019


Christmas day was nice, with not much except eating, drinking and playing. And no serious questions either! I wonder if they’ve given up on me.

I’ve got today and tomorrow off, and then on Tuesday night Ha has invited me along to a party at Sarah and George’s. They’ve seen me naked a couple of times, but I imagine their friends haven’t!

I feel kind of sad now it’s nearly 2020 as this time last year I was seeing Kieran and we were a few days away from our first kiss. I have to admit I feel tempted to message him sometimes, just to get it out of my system.

Anyway, today’s been a day of recovering, tidying, and making plans for next year.

Warm Despite The Rain


I looked around: it was better to be with Mia than to wait here naked for her to return. I knew that compromise was not something that Mia understood. No wonder she was single. I scuttled after her.

The umbrella covered our heads but I could feel the rain splashing against my ankles. We walked in silence and I resigned myself to following Mia around until she had decided that my ordeal had lasted long enough. Except that, for her, this wasn’t an ordeal: it was an experiment, and an experience to be savoured.

“I envy you,” she said, “It’s wonderful to be nude in the rain.”

I could have strangled her: if it’s that great then why didn’t you just do it and leave me as I was?

We arrived in the main square. There were a handful of people, apparently tourists, and all holding umbrellas. The rain was too heavy to be outside without one. Some of them looked in our direction and pointed and muttered to each other. I folded my arms across my chest and tried to huddle in on myself.

“Are you cold?” Mia asked me.

“No,” I said, “I just don’t want to be here.”

But that didn’t seem to matter to Mia. Maybe I should have claimed to feel the chill and hope for some sympathy, but it still felt very warm despite the rain.

We kept walking. We appeared to be heading directly towards a young couple looking at a guide book. They noticed us when we were only ten paces away and I could see the surprise in their eyes as a naked woman walking towards them in the rain.

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Ditch The Clothes And Drive


The final step came when, one late afternoon, I walked out to the car in my bikini, wearing my tallest heels and sunglasses to hide my eyes. I caught a sight of my reflection in the door mirror as I walked and it made me stop. I felt like I was the very essence of sex appeal. And then, I realised that I needed to get rid of my safety net. I unclipped my bikini top and untied the bottoms and tossed them back on the porch. I continued the walk to the car naked and climbed in, feeling like a supermodel and wishing that someone was there to see me.

I pressed the starter button and the V8 engine roared into life. I carefully checked the fuel gauge: I had well over half a tank and I was only going to be out for an hour. I was all set.

I pulled out of the driveway, onto the suburban road and cruised slowly past the few houses that dotted the hillside. I had never driven this part naked before and I realised that if anyone happened to look out of a first floor window then they would be looking right down at me, and they would recognise me and the car. I also realised that I didn’t care what they thought, and the risk even turned me on.

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

Exhibitionist Diary – Wednesday 25th December 2019


I’m off to my mum’s soon, with a small clutch of presents. I’m kind of looking forward to it as my brother’s little boy is three now and is starting to work out what Christmas is all about. They’ll have been up since 6am, no-doubt!

As long as I can dodge the “haven’t you got a boyfriend yet?” questions I should be okay.

Happy Christmas to one and all!

Exhibitionist Diary – Tuesday 24th December 2019


The office was dead today! But unfortunately not dead enough that I could live out the fantasy of sitting at my desk in the nude. We ended up finishing on a half day and going for a quick drink.

I was home nice and early and felt very self-indulgent, so I treated myself to a long bath (which I haven’t done for a long time) and an evening of swanning around in the nude. I didn’t even care if Allison and Russ thought I was sending them a message or not.

An Untapped Well Of Sexuality


Miss Ashdown re-focussed her gaze on the reflection of Jessica. “So, yes, I know exactly what’s going on inside that body of yours, and how mixed up it all is, but also just how powerful it all is.” She judged that now was the time for the direct approach. “Tell me, do you masturbate?”

Jessica froze with embarrassment: would a lie or the truth be better here? Miss Ashdown saved her the trouble of deciding.

“Actually, don’t answer that,” the teacher said, “Of course you do. But a word of advice: don’t ever do so before a performance. The longer you can hold off, the more energised your playing will be.”

For want of a response, Jessica’s eyes froze on her reflection. She wasn’t feeling much like an energised sexual creature as she saw herself standing in her mismatched underwear with her shoulders slumped.

“Hmmm,” Miss Ashdown said, “So how do we tap this…. well of sexuality… I suppose it worked for me, so… Lift your arms up above your head for me again, draw a deep breath and close your eyes.” Jessica did so and felt one of Miss Ashdown’s hands rest lightly on her stomach and the other on the small of her back. “Now breathe gently and deeply and try to imagine you’re standing on the stage, ready to practice for a big concert tonight. You just want to loosen up and get used to the surroundings before you play in front of an audience.” Her voice dropped to a whisper again. “And since the place is deserted you’ve snuck onto the stage in your underwear.”

Jessica stood, her arms above her, her eyes closed, and barely restrained a giggle. Miss Ashdown felt her stomach move in and out with her breathing, and then continued her story.

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