Exhibitionist Diary – Sunday 24th May 2020

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Tonight was both amazing and terrifying, and maybe even more so than the first time.

We got to the pub and Mel let me have one drink to settle my nerves, and Elise came over and said hello, and where had I been because she was hoping I’d pop in sometime, after that night in the club. I said I would sometime.

Then it came to performance time and, honestly, this time I was so much less nervous, and it was more fun, and I think I did it better. I felt like I owned the room as I took off one thing after another, and I was brave enough to make eye contact with people and flirt a bit as I was undressing. And then it came to taking the corset off, and I turned around to show everyone my (almost) bare breasts, with just the nipple pasties, and then I locked eyes on someone in the crowd: it was Tim. Tim from work. Tim who I’m supposed to be in charge off.

I almost fell over, and the rest of the act was more of a blur. I couldn’t get it out of my mind: someone I worked with was sitting about four tables away from the stage and was watching me strip down to just about nothing. Let’s face it, it was really down to nothing, except the bare minimum that would stop the police raiding Elise’s pub.

I was as flustered as anything when I finished and before the applause had even stopped I made my back to Mel’s side, so eager to get off the stage that I forgot to pick anything up again. Which meant I ended up sitting on the chair, feeling one hundred percent naked, and Mel saw it in my eyes. She asked what was up, and I said that there was someone here I recognised, and I told her who it was, and she actually smiled and said “good”. She asked who it was and I described him, and she looked over my shoulder and said he wasn’t staring this way but was obviously half looking. I said it wasn’t good and I shouldn’t stay here. She said don’t be sily and that I needed another drink.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt more vulnerable as I sat there, feeling plenty of eyes on my bare skin and wondering if those included Tim’s. But I didn’t dare look around, so I kept my eyes on the stage for the last act.

And then Mel reappeared with a drink, but the bad thing was that she had Tim by her side.

His eyes were fixed on a point about a foot above my head and he seemed almost as uncomfortable as I was. Almost, but not quite. Mel said it seemed silly for us not to say  hello to each other, and she was going to talk to Elise, and she sat Tim down and I was left there at the table with Tim dressed up in a frilly shirt and black velvet jacket and me in nothing but nipple pasties and a c-string.

And somehow Tim actually seemed less nervous now than he ever was in the office. He said I put on a great performance and everyone really enjoyed it, and I said it was only the second time I’d done it, and definitely the last, which he said was a shame. I didn’t know what to say to that.

I started babbling a bit, and I said I bet he never thought he’d see someone like me doing something like this, and how embarrassing it was for someone from work to know about it, and he said you never can tell, and he was totally fine with it, and I didn’t have to worry about him telling anyone. I think I believe him on that, which is some relief. But it’s still going to be weird seeing him at work tomorrow.

I asked him how come he was here and he said that he’d been once or twice in the past and his friend had said they should come tonight. He turned and pointed at a dark haired woman, probably about his age, who was at the table where he’d been. I hadn’t even noticed he was with someone before and I couldn’t help wonder if he was on a date and somehow I was interrupting it. It would make sense of why she didn’t come over, although I think if I was on a date and someone went to talk to a naked work colleague I’d probably not go on a second one.

Then Mel came back and joined us, and she started quizzing Tim, and I half zoned out. She asked him what I was like at work, and joked about me seeming so quiet but I’ve got this wild side, and then she told him about her life coaching and got his details!

At some point I said he should go back to his friend, and Mel said he should just bring her over, but he said he’d go back, so I was let off that one.

Somehow after that spending another half an hour with people staring at my body didn’t seem much of an issue, because I don’t think I’m ever going to have anything more embarrassing happen to me than Tim watch me strip in front of a room full of people

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I nodded as she rolled my jeans down my legs. I sat my bare buttocks on her sofa and lifted both my legs as she tugged at my underwear and jeans, pulling them off my feet and dropping them onto the back of a chair.

I’d honestly never felt so self-conscious, sat there, suddenly nude. Lisa sat back beside me in her PVC dress and boots.

“What…” I began, “What am I going to be wearing?”

Lisa looked thoughtful for a second. “Do you know Tina?” she asked me. I nodded, although I only barely knew the girl she was talking about.

“She has something for you to put on,” she told me.

“And where’s Tina?”

“She’s on her way. Or at least she said she’d get her early.”

I looked wistfully at my clothes crumpled on the chair: I’d have preferred to have gotten undressed after my outfit had arrived, not before. Then I glanced up at the table across the room, laid out with drinks and empty glasses. I noticed what looked like a pair of handcuffs on the far corner and then averted my eyes in embarrassment. I don’t know why.

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Exhibitionist Diary – Saturday 23rd May 2020

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Ha had been plotting behind my back! And I love her so much for it.

She said she was taking me to a very nice restaurant first, and when we got there we were led through to a private room at the back, and Mark and Ana were waiting! I got a nice birthday kiss from each of them, and Ana said she’d cleared it with the staff and I wouldn’t need my dress in here! She didn’t even wait for me to agree before she had it unzipped and was pulling it down my body.

For some reason I’d assumed a waitress, but of course we had to have a waiter, and not just one, because there was the sommelier too, and Ana asked one of them if they could hang my dress up, because she said she wanted to make sure I couldn’t back out of this! I felt all kinds of odd sitting there naked with Ha and Ana in nice dresses and Mark in a suit, but it made me tingle so much and the waiters seemed pretty okay with it.

We had the most amazing meal too, because Ana seems to know all the best places. And Ha just told the other two almost every single story of me ending up naked, one after the other, and they said they didn’t realise how often I ended up with nothing on. Ha said she thought if I could get away with it I wouldn’t wear anything any of the time and I had to admit that it would be ideal, assuming the heating was on. Ana said the heating was always on at their place so I should stay more often.

We were there until nearly ten, and Mark paid (for all of us! Despite Ha trying to pay for me and her), and then said there was a car for us three outside, but Ha would have to make her own way home, which she was fine with. I was half wondering if they’d invite her back to their place too, and even more I’d like to know what she’d say.

I said I needed my dress from the cloakroom, and Ana said I couldn’t because the waiter had taken it to the car already. I gave her a slap on the arm, because I knew exactly what she was doing, and she slipped her arm through mine, turned me towards the open doorway, and somehow I put one foot in front of the other and marched out of the private room and into the half-full restaurant, wearing nothing but the short heels on my feet and a pair of earrings.

I kind of felt like royalty, if Lady Godiva counts, because there was only one thing that anybody looked at as I walked through. It was a shame it only lasted about ten seconds in total, but I remember it in so much detail as if it was twenty minutes.

It was a driver I recognised too and I was about to climb into the car, because the street wasn’t empty either, but Ha grabbed me, put her arms around me and gave me a hug, said “Happy Birthday”, and then, I couldn’t believe it, I got the briefest kiss on the lips from her. I never expected that.

Of course, I ended between Mark and Ana in the car, and even in the fifteen minute journey I’d had my first orgasm. And they didn’t let up when I got to their place. Every time I tried to return the favour somehow, by trying to unbutton Mark’s shirt or unzip Ana’s dress, someone would take my hand, I would find another hand or a tongue between my legs, and I was helpless again. I actually did have to beg them to stop eventually.

They gave me my dress back at about 2am and put me back in the car. You can probably guess that I missed the run today because of it.

I keep looking on the news to see if there are any reports of a naked woman walking out of a restaurant, but thankfully nothing!

I owe Ha for that.

Exhibitionist Diary – Friday 22nd May 2020

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Ha won’t tell me anything about tonight except that I won’t be home until late! So I’m writing to tell you now that you need to send out a search party if you never hear from me again.

I didn’t even know what to wear, so I’ve gone for a good old little black dress, because I reckon that covers anything from restaurant to clubbing.