Shall We Call It A Draw?

Standard

Photo by Andrey Vapnichny

“So, here we are then,” she said to Iris.

“Yes, here we are.” Iris felt distinctly less comfortable like this than Selena seemed to. She daren’t look around the room. She leant forwards, rested her arm on the table and picked up her wine glass in her other hand. She involuntarily glanced at Selena’s breasts again. For the first time, she wondered what they would feel like; would they would fell the same as her own. Her lips pursed slightly.

“Here we are,” Selena said, “Just two naked girls having a drink.”

Iris laughed, the tension relieved for a moment. Iris had always had a wonderful smile.

“Well, I guess we can finally call this a draw, can we?” Iris said, leaning forwards and picking up her wine glass.

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

Exhibitionist Diary – Saturday 21st March 2020

Standard

I made it to the run this morning, and set a new best time! It helped that the ground isn’t quite as waterlogged as it has been. Mel said it showed progress, but now I had to take another minute off that… She, of course, is a good few minutes faster.

She asked me if I was meeting my threesome friends this weekend. I wish I was, but unfortunately nothing fun is planned at all. In fact, today was the opposite of fun, as I had to stay in this afternoon to meet a builder to look at the leaking roof. And he didn’t turn up until after five o’clock, because he said he’d come from another job. And to top it all off, he says the ceiling is close to going completely, because the leak has been there for ages, and they’ll need to replace part of the roof, and the ceiling, and that’ll mean scaffolding out the back and an unusable kitchen for a week! Plus it’ll cost a few thousand pounds.

Not a good day all-in-all.

Exhibitionist Diary – Friday 20th March 2020

Standard

No plans at all this evening! So I came home. But I’m getting a bit addicted to seeing how many people are looking at my photos online, and what they’re saying.

And then in a bit of a rush of enthusiasm I replied to one, and owned up to them… Not under my real name, of course. But I said they were me, but I wouldn’t say where I lived or where they were taken, and I thanked someone for saying nice things. It was kind of exhilarating, and now I’m thinking again about uploading those other photos. I mean, they’re really embarrassing, if they got out, but the ones already on there are too. I sort of feel like I’ve held out long enough and now I can show Mel I’m in charge by doing it at a time of my own choosing.

I’ll sleep on it.

Exhibitionist Diary – Thursday 19th March 2020

Standard

I had a one-to-one with Jo today. She wants me to take on managing another couple of people on top of Tim and Rachel, which is good, and I realised that I’m way behind on trying to get my career on track. Mel had me writing things down but that’s all gone out of the window with this cabaret night thing. And there I was thinking we weren’t achieving anything!

I was feeling flirty again and I said it would be nice to go out for a more informal friendly chat sometime, so we’re doing that next week, whenever Jo finds a clear evening.

Just A Seatbelt

Standard

At the start of the day, if someone had suggested that I’d complete the car journey home naked then I would have thought they were mad, but sometimes a situation just presents itself. In truth, I think if it hadn’t happened that day then it would have happened soon enough.

As I sat there, my hands behind the headrest, my back arched away from the seat, and with my eyes closed as I enjoyed the sensations washing over my body, I felt Tony’s hand slide further between my legs. I parted them slightly by way of invitation. Bringing a gasp, his finger touch my clitoris. I let out a sigh and hoped that he’d read my body language as an indication not to stop. Thankfully he read the sign correctly and his hand pressed more firmly, rubbing gently up and down, seemingly absent-mindedly as he concentrated on the road ahead.

I pushed my pelvis up and into his hand as much as I was able to and with each stroke I was becoming more removed from the world and more focussed on Tony’s hand and the pleasure I felt. I wondered if I should ask him to stop, but that was not what I wanted and, with faster and faster movements, I found myself groaning, and then panting frantically as I reached a climax. His hand stayed firmly on me as I pushed myself up and down against him, no longer able to control my own movements.

Finally, with a long shudder, I collapsed down and back into the seat. My eyes were still closed, and I felt Tony’s hand move back up to the top of my thigh. After a minute I opened my eyes and Tony looked over and smiled. I pulled at the seatbelt and leant over to kiss him on the cheek.

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

Exhibitionist Diary – Wednesday 18th March 2020

Standard

It’s been a busy working week and my limbs are tired from exercise. I found a new way to boost my energy a little in Pilates, though, which was to pretend that I was doing it naked. It certainly helped, but now I wish I really could! The teacher’s kind of cute, actually, like all those yoga/pilates type: barely an ounce of fat on her and as flexible as anything.

I can’t believe I’m talking like that about another woman.

In Pieces

Standard

“The problem wasn’t getting nude in public, it was that I’d have to cover up so quickly afterwards. Then a friend brought some scissors and desiccated my last item of clothing before my eyes. It was the most liberating thing that has ever happened to me.”

Exhibitionist Diary – Tuesday 17th March 2020

Standard

Running this morning after dancing last night was not fun. My legs felt like they were made of lead. But I guess I did it.

Other than that I’ve just been busy working today, and was feeling particularly liberated when I got home so I stripped off as soon as I was through the door and spent the evening naked. I’m sure Russ and Alison saw.