How Aroused Are You Right Now?

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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 focusing 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 – Friday 17th July 2020

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I had to wear pretty much a full suit to work today because we had a meeting off the back of our press release. It was with a pretty stuffy old company so I even wore underwear, and a blouse, and skirt and jacket. Jo said to wear tights but to at least feel like I was showing some individuality I worse stockings. It was still stifling.

On the upside I got a message from Elise and I’m meeting her this evening. I’m definitely going to need to unwind. And because I don’t want to take any chances I messaged Mel to tell her I’d miss the park run tomorrow. She replied almost instantly to say to make sure I did my run on Saturday or Sunday, and to make sure I had a good time with Elise. I wonder if I have any secrets from anybody any more.

Exhibitionist Diary – Thursday 16th July 2020

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I got a message from Linda today asking me over to theirs a week on Saturday. It was to Mel too, and I didn’t even have a chance to reply before Mel had: “I won’t be able to make it, but I know Kate can. Shame to be missing out but I’m sure with two naked girls at the dinner table I won’t be missed!” So I pretty much have to go. I’m going to have to talk to Tim before then and maybe he can get me out of it. I’m dreading it.

Exhibitionist Diary – Tuesday 14th July 2020

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I had to talk to Tim today and it was terrifying. I think I was red-faced the whole time. He must have known something was up, but there’d be no reason for him to think it was because I’d suddenly realised something that was staring me in the face the whole time.

It should have been a good day as the press release for the Belarusian company was picked up yesterday and getting some attention today, and some of the articles have a picture of me in them. I’m too worried about everything to enjoy it.

Like A Dream

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Lucia suddenly tensed and Helena realised she had gone too far too quickly. Pareia gently blew onto the bare skin of the slender redhead and Lucia was carried back under the spell. Her head fell back and she rubbed her neck with her delicate fingers. If it weren’t for their magic, Helena thought, every head in the bar would be watching Lucia now.

“One thing at a time,” Pareia said gently, both to Helena and to Lucia. She ran her finger along Lucia’s slender collarbone and was rewarded by a wriggle of the shoulders.

Then the finger slid down Lucia’s chest, over the soft flesh of her breast, and then stroked the thick red lace that covered her nipples. Lucia trembled in her seat.

“No more hiding,” Pareia whispered to Lucia.

“No more hiding,” Lucia replied out loud, and she put her hands behind her back and unfastened her bra. With a smooth, rapid motion she shrugged it off of her shoulders and dropped it onto her jeans.

“She has a beautiful figure,” Helena said, and Pareia nodded in agreement.

“This is like a dream,” Lucia said quietly to herself, and Helena felt herself overwhelmed by the images of fantasies and dreams that Lucia had kept to herself for all these years.

“You’re almost free,” Pareia whispered to her.

“Almost,” Lucia agreed, and she slid her hands into her underwear and pushed downwards. She needed only a small lift in her seat as she pushed her last item of clothing down her thighs and then let it drop down her legs and onto the floor.

She wriggled contentedly in her seat: who would have thought that the night would end with her sitting naked in the bar? She was glad she had ordered that extra drink now and she emptied her glass.

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Exhibitionist Diary – Monday 13th July 2020

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Today was so hard. I couldn’t even bring myself to look at Tim so I just avoided him all day, which is no good as I’m supposed to be managing his work. It’s not even his fault.

And I was in a bad mood when I got to Mel’s so I just decided to hell with her rules and I went straight up to her apartment and knocked on the door, fully clothed for the first time for ages. She opened the door and looked me up and down and said “what’s this about?” and I instantly regretted it. I just said I was distracted and I forgot and just came up. There was no way she believed me. And then she asked me if this meant I wanted our arrangement to end. I said not at all, although I’m not so sure, so she said “Give me your dress”, and because I knew I was in trouble I took it off and handed it over to her.

She tossed it into her apartment, stepped out into the lobby and closed the door behind her. I asked her what she was doing and she said she was going to sit outside and it was up to me if I came with her or waited here. Or I could go home if I wanted to. I certainly wasn’t going to walk home at this time of the evening in just my shoes. At least I had my bag and my keys, I suppose.

She went over to the lift and pressed the button and I knew she wasn’t bluffing. I decided I had to follow her, because waiting in the lobby for however long was not my idea of fun.

I was more and more nervous as we reached the ground floor, because my only item of clothing was getting further and further away from me. I followed Mel out of a back door and into the shared garden area for all the apartments and was horrified to see a couple sitting out on a bench. Mel smiled and waved at them, and they waved back, but I could tell they were baffled by what was going on.

We went and sat on a bench a little way away from them, and they were watching us all the time, and then Mel made me tell her everything. So I did. About the photos, and Tim especially, and how I never knew and it should have been obvious. And she just said “so what?” and I couldn’t believe that’s all she would say.

But her point was that photos were there to be seen, and if I wasn’t happy with that I shouldn’t have done it. Somebody was bound to see them who knew me eventually. And it seemed like Tim didn’t mind, and wasn’t even behaving differently to me, so what did it matter? I couldn’t even explain it, but it just feels wrong, what with me almost being Tim’s boss, and the fact that he had seen pictures of me and I had nothing on him, so he had a hold over me.

Mel said if that’s what worried me then I should ask him for a dick pic, because he’d be sure to oblige – they always do, and she said I was lucky I hadn’t gotten one from him already. There was obviously no way I was going to do that.

We talked for over half an hour, and even the other couple had gone by then. It was still light and as I looked up at the apartment I said a teenage boy looking out at me, and then I realised he had a mobile phone in his hand and was obviously taking photos. Mel smiled and said she didn’t see why I was worried about Tim because surely it was worse that some stranger was probably going to be masturbating to me later. If he wasn’t already. I said that wasn’t the point.

We didn’t resolve anything, and then Mel took me back upstairs, and by that point I’d kind of gotten used to being naked and so far away from my clothes too. Mel just gave me my dress back in the hallyway, told me to make sure I came to the run on Saturday and closed the door.

I don’t feel like I solved anything.