Exhibitionist Diary – Tuesday 26th February 2019

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One of the things that’s so great about the start-up is their office is even warmer than ours. I wore a short-ish skirt today but didn’t feel like wearing tights, and it was a bit warmer outside too. But not so warm that when I came back from lunch that I didn’t get a couple of stares at my nipples pressing against the inside of my clingy top. The old me would have crossed her arms over her chest to try and hide it, but the new me braved it out. And I know everyone there is quite nice and wouldn’t try anything, which helps a lot.

I was really tempted to even ditch the skirt and top for the journey home and just wear my coat, but I wasn’t brave enough. I sort of regret it now because it was warm enough out and nobody would have known.

Exhibitionist Diary – Sunday 24th February 2019

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You’ll be pleased to know my plan worked! I had my cardigan half unbuttoned while we sat in a restaurant and I know whenever I leant forwards he could see the outline of my nipples through my shirt. I kept rearranging it every time the waiter came back and Kieran said something about me fiddling with my clothes all the time, and by then I’d had a glass of wine so I took the cardie off and draped it over the back of my chair. You should have seen Kieran’s eyes pop as he stared at me! I must have had the widest grin and he put his hand under the table and on my thigh. I just wished he could have reached higher as I might have orgasmed before we even got to the main course.

And then it was even more fun when the waiter noticed, and then tried really hard not to stare. I can’t believe these two little round things on the ends of my breasts can have so much power over a man’s mind! And it’s not like they don’t have nipples of their own. I don’t really get it, but I’m glad it happens.

Kieran couldn’t keep his hands off me any time we were close enough together, and I’d barely shut the door before we were wrapped around each other in the hallway. Although disappointing he didn’t even get as far as taking anything off before we’d had all-too-brief intercourse and I was sprawled on the floor with my blouse half undone, my skirt hitched up around my waist and still in my long socks and shoes. It was kind of fun, but I didn’t feel we’d gotten past foreplay. Maybe I made him a bit too horny over the course of the day.

He made up for it later, though, as I told him I was too tired to get undressed so he’d have to do it. He took ages over it, and I don’t think there was an inch of my body he didn’t kiss in the process as I stood there, getting more and more naked while he was still fully dressed. This time it was my turn to climax quicker than he was ready for, but by the time we actually made it to bed I was ready again, and he most certainly was.

So of course we had sex again in the morning and afterwards I said I suppose we had better get dressed, and he said he’d prefer if I didn’t. So I said okay! His eyes were on stalks as I left the room and went to the kitchen, but I’m pretty sure he didn’t expect me to still be naked and making him breakfast when he came into the kitchen having already gotten dressed himself.

I think I could happily live like that forever, just staying naked with Kieran and having sex whenever we wanted to. It was a heavenly weekend.

Naked Reunion

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“It is Darren, isn’t it?”

“Uh, yeah,” I said, and my cock waved.

“Rosie,” she said, holding out a hand that I was forced to shake, “You remember me, don’t you?”

“Of course!” I remembered watching Rosie from across the playground when I was thirteen. I remembered Rosie calling me “Dinky” the few times that she talked to me. I remembered when she asked if she could borrow my paintbrush in art class and I said: “Sure. Keep it.” It was my favourite brush. She’d lost it by the following week. Of course I remembered Rosie, but I was surprised that she remembered me. Surprised… and pleased.

“I didn’t think I’d find you here,” she continued, “Especially not like this.” She looked me up and down and I felt like I was Dinky again, back at school being looked down on by the girls who had already had their growth spurt.

The nickname had come about because I was quite a late bloomer, as they say. I was only just over five feet tall when I was thirteen. I’ve made up for it now, finally reaching six feet by the time I was seventeen, while Rosie, who used to tower over me, had stuck at around five foot six; a very cute and petite five foot six. And a little maturity had added a lot more sex appeal on top of her natural good looks.

And here I was naked with an erection that resolutely refused to go away.

“Back for summer?” she asked me. I nodded. “We wondered what you were up to recently. Me and some of the girls.” They were talking about me? The feelings that used to have whenever one of the trendy attractive in-crowd girls noticed me were suddenly reawakened. My stomach churned… they thought about me? They talked about me?

“Uh, do you think…” I said nervously, “I need to get dressed.”

Rosie smirked again. “If you must.” My cock bobbed again and her eyes flashed mischievously. Was she flirting with me? It didn’t take a genius to work out that I was interested in her, but I’d be a fool to think she was interested in me.

Read the rest of the story in The Undergraduate

Exhibitionist Diary – Saturday 23rd February 2019

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An early entry as I’m seeing Kieran later so may not have time to write. We’re going to a gallery and then out for dinner and I want to spend the day getting him so horny that he can’t wait to tear my clothes off as soon as we get through the door.

It’s a bit of a problem when it’s cold outside, but I’ve found a black blouse which is more see-through then I realised when I bought it (and that’s why it’s been in the wardrobe all this time…) and a cardigan to go over it. Hopefully with no bra underneath he’ll be able to see just enough of me to distract him while nobody else gets a peek! And I have one of my shortest skirts and long socks, and will just have to suffer the little bit of a chill where they don’t quite meet. Oh, and a long coat for when we’re outside, which I hope stops the draught “up there” because there’s no way this girl’s wearing underwear tonight!

Exhibitionist Diary – Friday 22nd February 2019

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I had lunch with Ha and new girl (Rachel) today. We couldn’t really gossip about much with Rachel there but it didn’t take Ha long to say something about me being so excitable because I’ve got a new boyfriend. Rachel asked me what he was like and then Ha said something about us being “at it like rabbits” from what she’d heard.

Working Naked

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“Jennifer, I don’t know how you do it, but I’m glad you do. I’ll just bring you something up, okay?”

I smiled. “Okay,” I said, “And thanks.”

The afternoon passed in a similar way to the morning, with a few phone calls and e-mails and a bit of writing. You know, it’s a great experience to be on a conference call to a room full of men who have no idea that they’re talking to a naked woman.

As five o’clock approached I could feel someone approaching my desk. I turned to see David again. It was getting so predictable by now: I’d swivel my chair around and the man approaching would scan me up and down, look embarrassed about how obviously he’d done it, and then stare at a point two inches above my head as he talked to me.

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

Exhibitionist Diary – Thursday 21st February 2019

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The PR company was interesting today as I’m sure Ellie (one of the middle-ranked organiser types – I don’t know what any of their job titles are – maybe mid-twenties) wasn’t wearing anything beneath her blouse. I mean, I know I wasn’t either, but that’s beside the point. I’m not sure if she caught me peering at her from across the room or not as she turned around from her screen just at the wrong moment and we exchanged a slightly forced smile.

I haven’t seen Kieran since Sunday and it feels like an age.