Fashion Show

Naked model in wide brimmed hat and heels
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“Too late, I saw the rules that designers were only allowed to wear their own creations. Now I wish I hadn’t specialised only in hats in shoes.”

Take It All Off

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ode2odd: “https://leadbirdie.deviantart.com/ ” “Tania grinned. “Yeah, but I’m still not lending you any of my clothes. I’ll go and get the wash basket, and you get your kit off.” Louisa shook her fist at Tania. “There’s always something with you....

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Tania grinned. “Yeah, but I’m still not lending you any of my clothes. I’ll go and get the wash basket, and you get your kit off.”

Louisa shook her fist at Tania. “There’s always something with you. Well, if you think I’m stripping off in your kitchen, you’ve got another think coming.”

Tania put her arm around Louisa, leant over and bit gently on her ear lobe. Louisa’s eyes rolled in their sockets; that always did it for her.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” Tania whispered.

With that, she skipped out of the room. Louisa thought for a moment. Maybe it would be fun, for an hour while the washing machine ran, to sit around nude with Tania. It wasn’t like Tania didn’t see her naked for half the weekends they spent together anyway.

Before she changed her mind, and not wanting to be halfway through undressing when Tania returned, she pulled her top over her head and dropped it onto a chair. She unfastened her bra and put it on her top, then pulled off her socks, unbuttoned her skirt and slid her knickers down before picking up the lot and piling them together on top of the washing machine.

When Tania came back into the room with a basket of clothes under one arm Louisa was sitting naked at the kitchen table, pretending to study the crossword on the back of the newspaper. Her heart was beating hard in her chest and her breathing was short and rapid as she pretended to concentrate.

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Exhibitionist Diary – Sunday 13th January 2019

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I got a text from Kieran this morning, that I missed at first, and he said did I want to meet for brunch. I’d just gotten out of the shower (which is why I’d missed his text). Anyway, it was like this:

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But it was such a turn-on anyway! I wondered what I’d do if he really did turn up in thirty minutes, but I wanted to look nice when he did arrive so I put on long socks and a short(ish) skirt and a blouse, and then because it looked cold out a sweater over the top. I saw him look at the two inches of bare thigh when I answered the door and I was grinning all the way to the café.

We went to a gallery afterwards and just hung out, and then went different ways. But I did get a kiss out of it, and his hands on my waist. I walked home from the station with a massive spring in my step.

Being Naked Is Enough

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Melissa blushed again.

“Well, I,” she began. I nodded for her to continue again. “I take photos.”

“Of yourself?” I asked, knowing the answer already.

“Yes,” she said, and I felt that it was the first time in her life that she’d admitted it to another human being.

“Naked?” I continued, knowing the answer already. She nodded.

“And what do you do with them?” I knew the answer to this too.

“I share them,” she said, and looked down at her feet. I wanted to step across the short distance between us and put an arm around her shoulder, to tell her that it was okay.

“With friends?” I prompted. I knew the answer was no, but I needed her to say it.

“No”, she said. I let the silence hang so she’d follow up with more detail. “With strangers. Online.”

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Exhibitionist Diary – Saturday 12th January 2019

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I held off buying new clothes for ages, but I was so in love with my new sexy underwear that I had to go out and buy some more. It felt strange to be standing in a shop choosing it whilst not actually wearing any, though!

I was feeling pretty adventurous when I got back home so I tried it on and walked around the flat with the curtains open. I know somebody was in the flat opposite but I’ve no idea whether it was the man or the woman and whether they might have seen me or not. It was a bit of a thrill not to know, to be honest.

And then when it started to get dark I plucked up the courage to go and pull the curtains and a guy walking past on the street below looked up and saw me. His eyes nearly popped out of his head! What a great day!

Exhibitionist Diary – Friday 11th January 2019

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I got a text from Kieran this morning and we’re meeting up after work. It completely changed my clothing plans so I put a dress on, with long socks underneath, and a cardigan for most of the day. But it was hot in the office again and when I took it off I felt like I was dressed for summer!

Kieran said I looked really nice, though, and we kissed when he met me. I couldn’t keep the grin off my face. I was so tempted to ask him back later but still it seems a bit early…

Sexting

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Katherine looked around her again and then, arm outstretched, she twisted to the left away from the sight of the bar and my phone buzzed as another message came through.

I licked my lips again. Her blouse was pushed off of her
shoulder and with her left hand she pulled her bra away from her breast and the gorgeous, dark nipple looked back at me from the picture. I could see Katherine’s arousal from how hard it looked, and the look in her eyes left it
in no doubt.

“Nice,” I replied, “But just the one?”

She looked exasperated and typed while she held her blouse
closed with her arms crossed over her chest.

“I’ve only got one hand free!” I read smiling.

“Just lose the bra, then,” I typed, wondering what kind of cutting reply I’d get.

But instead of a cutting reply I watched, feeling the
pressure growing in my trousers, as Katherine carefully glanced towards the bar to check the coast was clear before reaching behind her back and then, first with one arm and then the other, she pulled the bra straps down and out of her blouse sleeves and over her hands. I saw her bundle it into her bag, one arm
crossed across her blouse all the time to hold it closed.

Then, she looked around again, and, turning towards the
wall, she pushed the blouse half off each shoulder and took another picture.

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