Exhibitionist Diary – Sunday 19th January 2020

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Morning coffee with Alison and Russ was… something else.

I headed over there at 11am on the dot, knocked on the door, and Russ opened it… completely naked. I’ve hardly seen any men in the nude, and none since Kieran, and it was a bit of a shock. But even though I know he’s with Alison, and I should know better than anyone that naked doesn’t mean sex, I swear that if he’d had a hard-on I’d have turned around and come straight home.

But he didn’t, which then made me wonder if the thought of opening the door to me in the nude was such a turn-off that he had gone completely limp. Or possibly it was nerves.

I did my best to pretend nothing was up, though, and just said “hello” and followed him up the stairs into the rest of their apartment. It was funny, but I’ve never seen a man’s bum from that angle before, and I wasn’t expecting quite so much fluff.

Alison was in a tight skirt, calf boots and a white blouse, and since I was wearing trousers and a top (and underwear again!) it made me really conscious of the naked man in the corner of the room. I resisted saying anything to Alison and he went and made coffee and I sat on the sofa with my neighbour and chatted about Christmas, New Year and work. For some reason I didn’t mind confessing to her about getting down to my rather sexy underwear for the New Year’s party, although I managed to stop myself telling her about my adventures at Mel’s.

Russ came back with a tray and two coffees and slices of Victoria sponge cake, which Alison said she’d made this morning. Russ actually sat down this time, in an armchair just across the room, and I couldn’t help smile at the fact that we had a naked waiter for just the two of us. I had no fantasies of anything else happening: it was just that he was there and at our beck and call.

I was kind of waiting for Alison to say something about him, because this seemed like a big step, to suddenly open the door in the nude, but she never did. And Russ obviously never did. So, of course, I didn’t either.

Russ poured us some more coffee, and I know Alison saw my glance at his crotch as he did so because there was the definitely stirrings of an erection there. And then when he went and sat down he started to turn red in the face and his cock slid slowly up his leg before lurching into the air, one pulse at a time. It made it really hard to keep talking.

Soon he was as stiff as a board and I was getting a bit nervous that Alison had something in mind, then she said suddenly that she was probably keeping me from my afternoon, and then had to be out by three o’clock, so Russ would show me to the door.

This time he followed me down the stairs, cock waving as he walked, and I couldn’t help but say “Let’s do this again sometime” before he closed the door, and there was a definitely twitch down-below. So maybe I wasn’t such a turn-off for him after all.

It was a very odd morning altogether and it kept me distracted for the whole afternoon while I tried to read a book. I guess since the book was on corporate tax law, it’s something easy to be distracted from. And something tells me that Alison will be inviting me over again sometime.

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