Exhibitionist Diary – Friday 21st June 2019

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I went to a meeting with Jo today and asked her how her date was. She said it was okay, but she wasn’t sure if she liked the guy enough. I said it was pretty good that she had her pick, and I wasn’t surprised because she’s such a catch – not even thinking about her age.

I was feeling brave so I asked her if she wanted to go out for a drink after work. I think I was flirting… She said she couldn’t tonight, but made sure I knew it was friends and not a date, but some other time. It made my heart flutter a bit. I’m very weird like that.

I was feeling horny after that so I went home and read some erotic stories and had a good old masturbation session. It’s been a while since I indulged myself and it was fun.

Exhibitionist Diary – Thursday 20th June 2019

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I bumped into Ellie at the PR company today, for the first time since the naked bike ride. I said hello to her and asked her if she enjoyed it, and then I saw someone’s head turn and realised her work colleagues might not know. She blushed and said it was more fun than she thought it would be. I told her how I hung around for a while later then my friend made me ride home in the nude as well. We had a good laugh about it and I think I’d like to see more of her. (Or maybe her see more of me? lol.)

It Wouldn’t Happen Like That

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“Now imagine,” she said, “Imagine you’re sitting here naked. Just me and you, and everyone else is where they are now. Nobody knows, but you know the waiter is coming back with our coffees in a minute. Hold that fantasy in your mind.”

With that, I saw the waiter approaching from the bar with two espressos. I tried to imagine myself sitting here naked and confident, that we would exchange a glance, that he would look at my body and approve of what he saw, and then he would leave, thinking I was out of his league.

But instead of imagining that, my mind imagined me curling up in the chair with my arms clamped over my chest, and then trying to wrap the table cloth around myself.

The waiter placed our coffees on the table and Elisa thanked him before he left again.

“And?” she said.

“It was… terrifying,” I said, “I would have to hide.” The plotline of my book was going to need a bit of a rethink; sitting confidently in the nude didn’t seem very realistic at all.

Elisa sat back in her chair. “You see?” she said, “I told you that you would not know how it felt. You needed to know that to be able to write about it.”

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Exhibitionist Diary – Wednesday 19th June 2019

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For some reason today I felt suddenly jealous of Matthew and his happy (new) marriage and honeymoon. I wish my life seemed so simple. I know I should be happy that I’ve got Kieran, but I’m still not sure where that’s going. And also, surely if I’m with him I shouldn’t fancy anyone else? Sometimes it seems like I fancy everyone else. Like, Jo looked really nice in the office today. She was wearing a quite slinky dress (for the office) and said she had a date tonight. It made me jealous. Although on the plus side Pilates took it all out of me.

Exhibitionist Diary – Tuesday 18th June 2019

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I feel a bit lost without going to the startup on a Tuesday. At least I remembered not to go this morning and went to the office instead. I deigned to send Kieran a message this evening to put him out of his misery, and to stop him annoying me. We’ll see each other at the weekend and hopefully I’ll stop being mad at him by then.

Exhibitionist Diary – Monday 17th June 2019

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I felt so bad towards Ha today, because of Kieran, and we had lunch together and complained about him. I still haven’t replied to his messages, which are getting more and more needy, but Ha said he always used to hassle her, until she came out and then it mostly stopped. But it must have been when he saw her naked at the bike ride the weekend before that for some reason he thinks he can hit on her again. I would literally have a better chance with her than he would.

Naked Speed

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One of the officers with a gun took a step forward and called out to me. “Ma’am, can you step slowly out of the vehicle.” It wasn’t a question.

I gulped and then opened the door, swung both legs out and stood, closing the door behind me. I saw their heads move up and down as they took in the sight of a tall naked woman stepping out of a sports car. I was glad their eyes were behind sunglasses too. “Wooo-eeh,” I heard one of them say quietly.

“Step to the front of the vehicle and put your hands on the hood,” the office instructed.

I had never been pulled over before, but I had seen enough of this on television. I stood by the side of the car bonnet and placed my palms flat on it. The low car and my high heels meant I had to bend at the waist to reach. Through my hands I could feel the warmth of the engine.

I heard one of the officers walk over, his feet crunching in the gravel and dust and, I thought this was unnecessary, he gave my shiny stilettos a gentle tap with his boots to indicate I was to spread my legs wider. I had no choice but to comply as I looked down at my dust-covered shoes.

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