Exhibitionist Diary – Friday 18th January 2019

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I wore as short a skirt as I dared in the office today, which is to say not that short at all. And with long socks and boots underneath I looked pretty conservative, to be honest. Sometimes it’s fun to think that nobody knows I’m not wearing any underwear, but sometimes I wish people did know.

We had a bit of an office girls lunch today, thanks to Jo again. She’s been so good for the office and when I think back to last year and how we’d all have a sandwich at our desk, sitting there in grey skirts and blouses, and now there’s colour everywhere. I mean, Helen on reception always looks pretty glamourous, but now everyone was just a bit freer to wear what they wanted. (Even if I was still wearing more than I wanted to.)

Kieran met me after work and Ha lingered for a drink and a chat, and then got far too nosey about how we seemed to be moving pretty slowly and hadn’t even seen each other naked yet! We both got a bit embarrassed about that, and then she said that even she’d seen me naked and Kieran was missing out! I didn’t know what to say to that, because I really would like to know if he liked my body…

Part of me wondered if tonight was “the night” to ask him back, but somehow the mood just wasn’t quite right. We still kissed, and for a little bit longer than before. When I got home I had a text saying that he’d had a nice time. I wished him sweet dreams, and hoped they’d be of me.

Naked With Mia

Naked woman in a public bar
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I must have been looking away from Mia for no more than two or three seconds but by the time I turned back the fur coat was gone and I was suddenly in the presence of Mia the performance artist. Or, more precisely, Mia the naked performance artist.

I wasn’t sure what the etiquette was, so I said nothing. I was incapable of saying anything as she sat there, seemingly oblivious to her nudity, not even paying attention to how I reacted.

I had seen plenty of photos and videos during my research for this interview but, in the flesh, it was obvious what a truly beautiful woman Mia was. Her skin was a delightful soft cream colour and appeared flawless, although I was trying hard not to stare. There was barely an inch of fat on her and, as she sat with her legs crossed, I wondered if I was just imagining the whole thing.

Read the rest of Interview With An Artist, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts

Exhibitionist Diary – Thursday 17th January 2019

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I dreamt about the meeting but – guess what? – for some reason I was naked except for a handbag! Then Brian had left me at their office and I had to pretend that I was completely fine with being nude, but I was feeling more randy all the time. So I went to find some clothes but ended up getting lost in the building, and kept taking elevators to different floors that were always wrong, and then I somehow ended up on the tube, still naked, and it was getting more and more crowded and everybody was pressed against me.

And – guess what again? – I had to finish myself off when I woke up.

The real meeting was nothing like that (unfortunately!). I wore a suit (with blouse this time) because I wasn’t sure how conservative the client might be. They’re a PR company, though, and turned out to be pretty nice so I think they’ll give us the work.

I’m seeing Kieran after work tomorrow and already wondering what to wear. Or what not to wear…

Double Act

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“We were staples of the club scene now; an inseparable double-act. Although somehow when I suggested that she be the one that was nude, just for one night, it didn’t go down too well.”

Exhibitionist Diary – Wednesday 16th January 2019

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It’s Pilates day, and it’s a good day I was in my most modest outfit as Brian gave me an intro to a possible new account and said he’d like to take me along to meet the client tomorrow. It wasn’t in the bag but he thought there was a good chance, and he thought if they met me it would seal the deal. It would mean another half day out of the office each week, which is fine by me.

Pilates was a bit more fun as I remembered my dream, but it’s too much hard work to stay turned on for long. I found myself eyeing up the teacher wondering if my subconscious really liked her or something, but although she’s quite pretty, and has a fantastic figure, I can’t say I feel much more than that. I guess it was just a dream.