Exhibitionist Diary – Wednesday 26th August 2020

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Another lead at work today! It was a long time back (last year!) but Deborah, the wife of a client of the company, and who I met at Mel’s party whilst waitressing nude (but with a mask on), wants to have a meeting with us. She said she’s seen that we’re doing more international work now and she wants her existing arrangements looked after, and has asked for me by name! So that’s a buzz.

It was enough of a pick-me-up that I flew through Pilates today!

Intense Arousal

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by STEFANO

Then she stood, hooked her fingers into her waistband, and quickly pulled her underwear down her thighs, over her stockings, stepped out of the small piece of fabric and dropped it to one side. She sat firmly in her chair with her legs crossed but her hands on the armrest. She stared at me defiantly, but I knew it was largely a defensive response.

“And were you right?” I asked her, “About this being a nine?”

Melissa nodded but said nothing.

“And on the scale of one to ten… is ten an orgasm?” She nodded again. “And have you ever had an orgasm without being touched before.” She nodded again. I paused. “Is this common for you.” She thought for a second, and then nodded again. I noted it down and her breathing became more rapid.

“Now do you mind,” I asked her, “If I take your pulse?”

She shook her head: of all the things I’ve asked of her so far, this was quite a small request. I stood up and walked over to her and put my fingers on her delicate wrist and started to count on my watch. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her breasts rising and falling with each breath. After thirty seconds I had a good enough estimate and wrote it down.

“Ninety six,” I told Melissa.

“Is that high?”

I shrugged. “You’d usually be maybe sixty-something, or seventy if you’re not relaxed.” I smiled. “But there are extenuating circumstances, and ninety six is nothing to be worried about.”

She smiled weakly again, but I could see her mind is elsewhere.

“Now, I’m going to ask you a few more questions,” I told her, “And I’d like you to respond on a scale of one to five this time, okay?” Melissa nodded. “Okay. Again, this is about how much extra arousal you might feel.”

Her chest kept rising and falling and her pupils didn’t appear to be focussing on me.

“So, first. If someone came into the room.”

“Five,” she said instantly.

“If I unlocked the door.”

“Still five.”

“If I told you there was a camera filming us now?”

“Five,” and her eyes darted around the room.

“Don’t worry, there isn’t one,” I reassured her. Her eyes closed in relief for a second.

“And if I photographed you now?” I continued.

“Four,” she said. At least the scale has some variation: not everything was a “five”.

“If I threw your clothes out of the window?”

“Five.” Another instant response, which she then corrected. “No, six.” I smiled to myself: I might have to adjust the scale of her responses later.

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Exhibitionist Diary – Monday 24th August 2020

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Mel didn’t have anything special planned for me today and there were no unexpected encounters on the naked ride up to her apartment. It’s been a while and I’d forgotten how strange it feels to be tied up and naked, let alone trying to work whilst doing it. She had a few weeks worth of accounts to do. And yet again I noticed that she had seen Tim for a session. That seems more than a little bit weird to me, but I daren’t ask her about it Also, it seems kind of unethical, from an accountancy professional point of view.

Mel asked me if I was doing anything Saturday night and I said not yet, but I wonder if I should have pretended I was busy. She didn’t tell me what she had planned but that I should keep the evening free.

At least at work I’ve done most of my contribution to the new client work. It’s another Belarusian company too, although I haven’t met them yet and I wonder if it’s someone I met or someone connected to the first firm.

Exhibitionist Diary – Sunday 23nd August 2020

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I had a message from ENFBoyfriend (Tim) today. It’s funny that he still uses that forum message feature, given that he could just email me now, but I think it helps us both pretend that there’s some separation between me and work and me not at work (and naked). Anyway, it seems that my nude run with Mel was captured on camera! Or at least some of it. He says it’s hard to work out it’s me, but I think anyone who knows me will spot it straight away. Mel’s going to get me into some real trouble sometime soon because without her there’d be no pictures or videos of me anywhere on the Internet.

Anyway, apart from that I spent today reading up on international corporate accounting again. Such a glamorous life! Even doing it naked can’t make it exciting (but I have to admit I do find it interesting).

A Warm Engine

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I gulped and then opened the door, swung both legs out and stood, closing the door behind me. I saw their heads move up and down as they took in the sight of a tall naked woman stepping out of a sports car. I was glad their eyes were behind sunglasses too. “Wooo-eeh,” I heard one of them say quietly.

“Step to the front of the vehicle and put your hands on the hood,” the officer instructed.

I had never been pulled over before, but I had seen enough of this on television. I stood by the side of the car bonnet and placed my palms flat on it. The low car and my high heels meant I had to bend at the waist to reach. Through my hands I could feel the warmth of the engine.

I heard one of the officers walk over, his feet crunching in the gravel and dust and, I thought this was unnecessary, he gave my shiny stilettos a gentle tap with his boots to indicate I was to spread my legs wider. I had no choice but to comply as I looked down at my dust-covered shoes.

I heard the car that had been chasing me reversing and the road block was cleared. Then I heard another, lower sound. It was the truck I’d overtaken catching up with us. He slowed right down to pass us, enjoying his view of my legs apart and my rear end pointing out towards the road. As he passed he sounded his horn, just to remove any doubt as to whether he had seen what was going on.

“Erm, I’m not sure I need to check for a concealed weapon, are you?” the officer nearest to me asked his partner, who laughed.

“Well, ya gotta follow procedure,” he encouraged.

I felt the officer’s hands around my left ankle and then run slowly up my leg, and then do the same with the right. I have to confess, all feelings of arousal had disappeared as soon as I had seen that first flashing light, but as his hand slid up the inside of my thigh I felt the same stirring again. It made me question my sanity.

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Exhibitionist Diary – Thursday 20th August 2020

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I saw Ha today and told her a bit about the holiday. She said it sounded like fun and she was jealous, because the holiday I’d been on with her and Lily had been so much fun too. I said we could still go away together and she said she’d try to think of somewhere that I could get away with being naked! Which was going to be difficult in UK temperatures if we didn’t do it soon.

Anyway, the last day in Poland actually wasn’t that big of a deal, but it was fun. We left late morning and had a mid-evening flight so we took a winding route back. I sat in the front of the car, naked, but Mark had planned a couple of stops for us. So I walked around some castle ruins naked, and we saw an old cave system (but I didn’t go too far inside as it was too cool for my bare skin), and we sat outside a bar in a small village at lunchtime and the locals came and asked Ana why I wasn’t wearing any clothes. I think if that’s all the reaction I’d get then maybe I should move there, although apparently they’re not quite so liberal in all parts of the country. Why can’t people just let each other be themselves?

We got to the car hire place and I realised I was still sitting naked in the passenger seat, and because it needed to be inspected Mark drove it up to the service kiosk and a guy came out. He could already see I was topless, and Ana said there was no point me staying in the seat because we were handing back the keys now. It made his day when he saw I was nude from head to ankles, but at least I had sneakers on!

Ana and Mark teased me as we left the parking lot by saying they didn’t think I needed clothes for the flight. We made it within sight of the airport bus before Ana let me have a dress to throw on, because I don’t think the driver would have let me on otherwise. It felt weird having fabric against my skin all the time.

Anyway, we were so tired when we got back that they went to their place and I came home. It was an amazing weekend, though.