I discovered another good thing about clothes shopping: it’s somewhere new to fantasise about stepping out into a crowded space in my underwear! Of course, I did no such thing, but I did buy a shorter skirt, and a couple of low-cut tops, and blouses with a bit of a v-neck. And a cardigan, because I’m sensible and it’ll start getting colder soon.
Exhibitionist Diary: Fri 28th September 2018
StandardI really really need some new clothes – I’m bored with button fiddling, and I can’t undo another one in the office without looking like I’ve forgotten to get dressed.
Exhibitionist Diary: Thu 27th September 2018
StandardWhat a waste! I wore my best “going out” bra, and Matthew wasn’t even in the office. I was so annoyed I buttoned myself right up for the way home.
Exhibitionist Diary: Wed 26th September 2018
StandardAnother big day! I was sitting at my desk, twirling at my blouse lapel, and I didn’t notice Matthew come over. He sat on the edge of the desk while I was in my chair, and he was looming right over me, and I could see how much he kept trying to snatch a glance down my blouse. And this time I didn’t turn bright red!
Exhibitionist Diary: Tue 25th September 2018
StandardOMG today was huge! I forgot to do my buttons back up when I went to talk to a colleague (Matthew) and I saw him glance at my cleavage. Then he went red, and I went red… I mean, it’s only two buttons, but just to see someone notice was such a thrill! And Matthew’s allright too (even if he does have a girlfriend, unfortunately).
Exhibitionist Diary: Mon 24th September 2018
StandardI really need to come up with something imaginative as there’s only so far one can go with blouse buttons. But I am coming to appreciate how much cooler it is to have a couple undone while I work.
Exhibitionist Diary: Sun 23rd September 2018
StandardAlso dull, but I did go to see my mum. She dropped plenty of hints about how it’s time I got a boyfriend. And by “hint” I really mean “said it out loud as if I wasn’t there”.
Carefree Driving = Clothes-free Driving
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Photo by Simon Bolz
The final step came when, one late afternoon, I walked out to the car in my bikini, wearing my tallest heels and sunglasses to hide my eyes. I caught a sight of my reflection in the door mirror as I walked and it made me stop. I felt like I was the very essence of sex appeal. And then, I realised that I needed to get rid of my safety net. I unclipped my bikini top and untied the bottoms and tossed them back on the porch. I continued the walk to the car naked and climbed in, feeling like a supermodel and wishing that someone was there to see me.
I pressed the starter button and the V8 engine roared into life. I carefully checked the fuel gauge: I had well over half a tank and I was only going to be out for an hour. I was all set.
I pulled out of the driveway, onto the suburban road and cruised slowly past the few houses that dotted the hillside. I had never driven this part naked before and I realised that if anyone happened to look out of a first floor window then they would be looking right down at me, and they would recognise me and the car. I also realised that I didn’t care what they thought, and the risk even turned me on.
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Exhibitionist Diary: Sat 22nd September 2018
StandardI dunno if the weekend should call for something different, but to be honest I didn’t have anything planned except washing and shopping. Dull dull dull…
Exhibitionist Diary: Fri 21st September 2018
StandardI thought I should celebrate my new week, but I was too busy at work and had too many meetings to go flashing anyone. When I got home I treated myself with a little experiment: I unbuttoned my blouse completely and then tied it into a knot around my midriff. It felt pretty daring to be showing a bit of stomach and a whole lot of bra, albeit to nobody at all. Then I watched a Marvel movie and completely forgot about it.
Kara Bryn 