Waiting For Tina


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 – Monday 30th March 2020


Work today felt far too normal. I wanted to tell everyone that last night I did a strip dance in front of a room full of strangers. But I couldn’t even tell Ha.

And then Mel sent me a message saying I had lots of work to catch up on at her place, but it couldn’t be tonight. It’s not too bad as the tax year is coming to an end so I can wrap most of it up next week in one go. But she did say that I’d done so well last night I could masturbate if I liked, but only once.

When I got home I had a reply from ENFBoyfriend. I’m not sure I want to enter into correspondence with someone so I’ll have to be careful about replying, but I don’t want to be rude either. He told me again how we liked my pictures and asked if I was going to be posting any more, and hinted that he was really good at keeping a secret, which I guess was his way of asking for some private photos (which is not happening!).

Then he told me that he had a girlfriend called Linda who used to spend all her time naked with him, and he said it was really great, and it wasn’t even all about having sex, and it’s a shame they split up but they’re still friends and there have been a couple of times when he’s turned up at her place and she’s been nude. So that all sounds weird now: to still hang around nude with your ex! I wonder if he’s really over her. I must resist being nosey because I don’t want to feel like I’m leading the guy on as the next thing I know he’ll ask to meet me in real life. Or worst case he’s a stalker and somehow works out where I live, because I’m sure there are enough clues.

Funnily enough, I wasn’t really in a mood to masturbate when I went to bed, but if tonight’s my only chance then I thought I had to. It wasn’t very satisfying.

Exhibitionist Diary – Sunday 29th March 2020


What a night! What an experience!

I should really be in bed, but I’m now too hyper to sleep, so I’ll write about it all.

Well, I met Mel at the pub, and, from the top down/outside in, I had feather coat, feather boa, little sparkly dress, choker, corset, suspender belt, elbow gloves, knickers, stockings, heels, nipple pasties and the c-string thing. I felt both ridiculous and amazing.

I was so nervous and Mel said I could have one drink in the pub, but no more as I needed to keep my coordination. She was right, because a drunken fall when half-naked would not be a good thing.

We were already getting plenty of stares because Mel was in a slinky dress but we’d given our coats to Elise at the bar and my little pink number didn’t cover much at all. I already felt good.

I have no idea what happened for the first half an hour because I was just too nervous. And then I got called up by the compere (who was a man in drag, because there seem to be a lot of men who are into this).

So I took my coat off and put it on the back of the chair and I could hardly walk to the stage.

I started standing behind it, and then as the music started all the practice came back to me. It was too surreal for me to even register that there was a pub full of people watching me.

But I still feel incredibly self-conscious as soon as I started to move to the music. I would say dance, but it didn’t feel like that, because my limbs felt so heavy and my joints so wooden.

Then I caught Mel’s eye and she smiled and nodded and suddenly I felt like I could do it.

And the routine is so quick that I was out of my dress in under a minute. A combination of side zip and strapless comes off so easily!

Then the choker comes off. I dunno why something so small feels so erotic, but I feel sexier with it on. But I didn’t set the order so hey.

And the audience made some noise once I took of the corset. It happens with my back to them, but you can see I’m not wearing a bra. I couldn’t resist a glance down to check the nipple pasties had stayed stuck on. (They had!) But even when they saw them I think if you were further back you might not know I had anything covering my nipples. It’s way more daring than anything else I’ve seen on the two nights I’ve been there.

But when I started untying my knickers there were some open mouths, like very much “I can’t believe this is happening”, and now I could pick out some of the eyes looking at me, or rather looking at my body because I was all but naked from the waist up. And when I turned to face everyone they all stared at exactly the same point: the tiny little dark triangle of the c-string that barely covers anything.

I mean, I had stockings and the suspender belt and heels still on by then, but I was as close to naked as can be. It was amazing!

Next came the shoes and the stockings, and as soon as I felt the air and the cool wooden stage on my feet I felt like I was naked too. I’m going to say it again: it was amazing!

Then the suspenders go, because what’s the point of them anyway, and I’m left with a feather boa, a c-string and nipple pasties, but really if anyone wants to inspect any inch of my body there’s nothing stopping them.

It all happened so quickly. I know it’s only under four minutes, but it was the blink of an eye. And then there was a whole load of applause and whistles and I collapsed in giggles and the compere came back on stage and without thinking I scuttled back to my seat to sit next to Mel and she gave me a hug and said I was amazing, and my heart nearly burst. And a people on other tables were still looking at me (and my body) and smiling, and then it dawned on me that all the clothes (or what passed as clothes, because there wasn’t much) were still scattered around the stage.

I was going to go and get them, but then I thought: why? Everyone here has just watched me strip, and they’ve seen everything, so why not just enjoy it and sit here and bathe in the attention?

Elise brought me a drink, gave me a hug (which felt really weird on bare skin) and said I was fantastic and the best show she’d ever had here, and made me promise to do it again in two months. I said I wasn’t sure, but Mel said “Of course she will”, so I guess I’m doing it! I suppose I’ve learnt it once so may as well make the most of it, although it does mean I’ll have to say this lean.

The funny thing is, sitting there pretty much nude, I had literally not a single man come and talk to me or try to buy me a drink! I mean, I didn’t really see anyone who looked single and interesting, but still! I do wish someone had at least offered, or tried to chat me up. But then I suppose it’s kind of intimidating going and talking to a near-naked woman unless you’re really confident.

At the end of the night Elise insisted on taking a photo of me next to Mel, and then Mel took one of me with Elise’s arm around me. My head was spinning too much to complain but I’m not sure I want to see those photos.

Anyway, that’s the story of the night. Now how on earth am I going to sleep after that rush?

Exhibitionist Diary – Saturday 28th March 2020


After the run this morning Mel insisted on coming over this afternoon and watching me rehearse some more. She came over just after lunch and I got into my costume and put a chair in the front room and pulled the curtains, and Mel opened the curtains again and said if I was hiding today then I wasn’t going to be prepared for tomorrow.

I really hope Russ and Alison were out! Nobody else would be able to see in. But anyway, Mel was mostly quiet and only gave me small tips, and said I was ready again, and that I shouldn’t drink much tonight, and I definitely shouldn’t get involved in any threesomes, and that we would meet at the pub at six o’clock tomorrow.

I’m so nervous now.

Then this evening I replied to ENFBoyfriend on the photo site. I said thanks for being kind, but I wanted to stay anonymous so I wouldn’t say much, and I said my boyfriend was very understanding of my way of life (which might be true if I had one), which is the most obvious way of saying “keep your distance” imaginable.

Nude Service


“It does, yes,” Cassandra replied, “Sue and I always dress in pretty much the same way.” She looked down at herself and I hoped Jim had enough of her in shot to capture her pair of very short and very torn denim shorts, heeled sandals, and a baggy white t-shirt. It’s not often you see such a gorgeous pair of legs on a business program.

“But that’s not the whole story, is it?” I prompted Cassandra. “There’s one more piece to the puzzle of how you’ve managed to pull in customers from miles around?”

Cassandra smiled again. We had pre-planned how the conversation would flow, but Cassandra was great at improvising the words.

“Indeed, Tricia. We’d had this idea of serving in the nude but, until the appeal comes through, we can’t do that. But we don’t want anyone coming to a café called ‘Naked Women in Shorts’ and being disappointed, so we work dressed like this.”

On cue Cassandra grabs the bottom of her t-shirt and pulls it swiftly and smoothly over her head. She’s not wearing a bra underneath and I stare for a second at her perfect, small breasts. Her long hair falls over her bare shoulders and it occurs to me that if the café business ever fails she could easily turn to modelling. She’s almost impossibly thin and the denim shorts cover so little she’s as close to being naked as she can be, and still be legal. I’m suddenly insanely jealous of the combination of brains, beauty and youth.

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

The Strangest of Times


It’s impossible not to have some comment on the strange times we seem to be living through: social distancing, health systems scrambling for ventilators, shoppers scrambling for toilet rolls, and no real idea of when, how or even if it’s going to end.

Firstly, I hope everyone is both staying safe and, no matter what your political beliefs, following the rules. Nobody wants to be “that guy” in the epidemic disaster film who goes on and infects half the world, and although nobody thinks they are none of us can really know.

And secondly, and much less important, a couple of weeks ago I was wondering how on earth to deal with this in the Exhibitionist Diary. It’s told in current time and at first I wondered if it even made sense to ignore what was going on in the world. But then I came to the conclusion that we all need some escapism, so added to the dream world where you can walk around nude with minimal repercussions, STIs don’t exist and nobody has to go to the toilet and women don’t seem to have periods, my world has also avoided the pandemic situation entirely. And let’s face it: an exhibitionist who has to stay indoors does not a good story make.

Which means I have to get back to writing it and try and try to inject some fun into the world when I’m struggling to feel anything but mild anxiety.

All the best!