Exhibitionist Diary – Saturday 6th June 2020

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I said I was ready for the run but it didn’t make it any easier. I think because it’s two weeks since I had sex at all, and last weekend with Elise just sort of fizzled out, I’m feeling a bit horny again. I didn’t sleep that well and I dreamt about doing the run naked, like Mel had threatened to make me do, except it was with everyone else, and they were obviously not naked, and then I had to go to a meeting straight afterwards, and still had nothing to wear…

Which reminds me: it’s naked bike ride next weekend! I hope Ha is still up for it like she said.

The rest of the day was chores and home admin, and reading up for work.

Exhibitionist Diary – Friday 5th June 2020

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I hung around after work for a drink and ended up chatting with Tim and Rachel in the sun outside a pub. Tim’s definitely a lot more normal with me now, and Rachel always has been, but I couldn’t help but talk about work with them, because we have nothing else in common and all the other things I could talk about aren’t appropriate for work colleagues (despite what Tim already knows).

I was home early and ready for the run tomorrow morning!

I Could Describe Ever Detail

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I turned around, and found myself, rarely for someone of my small height, even in my two inch heels, looking straight into the eyes of Natasha.

Natasha was petite, she was blonde, and she was smiling and offering me her hand to shake. “Hi, I’m Natasha,” she said, her eyes fixed on me all the time.

“I’m Rupa. Pleased to meet you,” I replied, taking her delicate hand in my own and trying to appear confident as I shook it.

“Oooh, I love your English accent,” Natasha said with a smile. I had heard that plenty of times tonight already and I wondered if Americans were taught to say that at school.

“I love your, er,” I said as I looked her up and down, desperate to pay a compliment in return. “I love your tattoos.” Natasha had a magnificent set of multi-coloured tattoos: on her arms, on her shoulders, on the tops of her feet and her ankles, spiralling up her leg and thigh and across her stomach. Oh yes, now I remember the important part of describing Natasha, and why I was surprised, or even shocked, at meeting her. I’m able to describe Natasha’s tattoos in such detail because Natasha was entirely naked.

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Exhibitionist Diary – Thursday 4th June 2020

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I did it today: I found Tim in the kitchen and said we had something to discuss, and did he have time after work, which he did.

I thought we’d go for a drink or something but we were actually done by the time we’d walked and talked. I sort of made something up about doing the strip dance because someone had put me up to it, but it wasn’t going to happen again, and I’d really appreciate it if he kept it to himself. He’d already said he would, and he had, and then added that I didn’t have to worry about him losing respect for me because he thought I was great to work with and everyone’s into different things and it was also great that I could be so confident and powerful at work (ha!) and also confident about my body (also ha!).

Anyway, I think we’re all clear now, and I also think I like Tim better. He seemed more relaxed somehow. Maybe before he was nervous because he was intimidated and seeing a slightly more human side of me was a good thing.

Step Out Of The Vehicle

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The car behind came to an abrupt stop and turned across the road, in case I had some idea of making another escape attempt. I could plausibly say that I hadn’t seen the first car, but evading a roadblock was something else entirely and if I tried anything I could end up with some serious jail time. I turned off the engine and my hands fell to my sides.

One of the officers with a gun took a step forward and called out to me. “Ma’am, can you step slowly out of the vehicle.” It wasn’t a question.

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 office 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.

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