You’re Crazy, Selena

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Then, as if it had just occurred to her, she reached her hands behind her head. Her breasts lifted, looking even more perfect than before. She ran her fingers through her hair and pulled out the scrunchy that was keeping her bun in place. She dropped it onto the table and shook her hair free. It fell in thick, golden locks across her bare shoulders.

“You’re crazy, Selena,” Iris told her.

“Yeah, well, I’m not the one who’s stripped to her underwear but still lost a contest,” she retorted.

“I really hate you right now,” Iris told her as she leant forwards and, reaching behind her, she unfastened her bra. She quickly pulled it off her arms and dropped it onto the rest of her clothes. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her knickers and slid them down her legs, letting them fall around her feet. She kicked them to one side.

Selena grinned as she stared across at her friend. Iris’s breasts were even smaller than her own, but still beautiful with round, pink nipples. She watched as they rose and fell as Iris inhaled and exhaled.

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Exhibitionist Diary – Sunday 17th May 2020

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Dinner with Ana couldn’t have been more fun. We met for a quick drink first and somehow I just ended up talking and talking about all kinds of things. About Kieran, about Ha and Lily, and she was so intrigued by my whole nudity thing, because she said it was amazing and she wanted to know more. Then I told her about how it seems to be everywhere now I look for it, and about Alison and Russ, and she said she’s very much interested in coming to afternoon tea. So that’s quite a crowd now.

We went to a really nice Japanese restaurant, and were both dressed up for it, with Ana in a short black dress and stockings (I could tell), and I was just in sort of summery dress that I could get away with wearing at work. I paid this time and she said she felt like she was being taken out on a date, and then I said “am I supposed to invite you back home”, and she said if I wanted to, and I said I wanted to, so we came back to mine. And then I felt all kinds of awkward.

Ana said I should get us both a drink and then we ended up at either end of the sofa and I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, and it was obvious that Ana found it amusing. Then she just said “I think you’ll be more comfortable out of that dress”, so I just stood up and took it off and then sat back down naked. Then she took out her phone and snapped a photo of me, which she said she was sending to Mark to tell him what he’s missing.

Then she took a photo of the two of us together, and then it was a photo of the two of us kissing… I’m not sure if she sent that right away or later, because we got kind of distracted. I asked her if she wouldn’t be more comfortable out of her dress too and she said yes, if I could work out how to do it, and that was both not easy and also all kinds of hilarious.

She had gorgeous black underwear, and stockings, underneath, and honestly if I was a man I might think I’d died and gone to heaven. Then I said I needed to repay her for the business lead and she said she was hoping I’d remember, and she smirked and opened her legs and… well, you can guess from there. I think we both came at least twice each.

It was weird sleeping with another woman too, but so much easier than sleeping with a man. It was just much less bumpy and much more considerate of space.

When I got up I didn’t dress but went and made us both coffee which we drank in bed, and then more sex, and Ana asked if I had some clothes she could borrow. I had to find things that barely fit me now, like almost from University days, and they still looked like the hung off of her, and really were so out of fashion as to be funny, but she ended up in a short dress I used to love. You could just about see her black underwear through it too.

She suggested we go out for brunch, except that would mean I’d probably have to get dressed. I said unfortunately yes, but just pulled a little dress over my head and remarked at how easy it was to dress when you don’t put much on. And Ana said there was also the great advantage that it was easier to undress too.

So we went for brunch, and after we were done we sat there talking, and I felt Ana’s hand on my thigh, and then up my dress, and then between my legs and I had to stop myself from shouting. But I thought two could play at that game and it would make her stop, but as I put my hand between her legs she just closed her eyes and it was like a battle to see who would make the other one stop first. And the answer was neither and somehow we both had orgasms right in the corner booth of the café without anyone noticing (I think). Except I don’t think anyone can mistake the flushes on our face as we left.

We walked into the park and I said it was a shame we had to part ways but I had things to do and I bet she did, and she said she wanted one more photo of me to send to Mark. So I stood by a statue as she lined up and she held her phone up, and then put it down and said “I think you still owe me,” which I didn’t understand, so she said “So I want a photo without the dress”.

There were like twenty or thirty people scattered around, but no-one coming right towards us, so I quickly pulled it over my head, scrunched it up into my hand and posed there naked in the sunlight! She grinned and took a couple of pictures, and I was so flustered it felt like it took an age for me to put the dress back on. She came over and showed me it, which made me feel more embarrassed than doing it. And then she said “we should do this more often”, and we ended up kissing by the statue before parting ways.

It was lovely and the perfect early birthday present.

Exhibitionist Diary – Saturday 16th May 2020

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It’s Saturday again already? Where did the week go.

Mel seemed chilled again at the run this morning, but didn’t hang around afterwards. Then I had a nice surprise of a message from Ana saying Mark had to head away today for a conference and did I want to meet up for dinner tonight. I most certainly do! Although I’m also kind of nervous because I don’t know what she might be expecting.

Exhibitionist Diary – Friday 15th May 2020

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I had a bit of a moment today by forgetting just how see-through one of my tops was that I put on for work, because, of course, I had nothing on underneath. It wasn’t too bad indoors but in bright sunshine you could easily point to my nipples. I noticed both Tim and Matthew trying really hard not to stare, which was funny!

It’s been such a week that as soon as I got home I stripped off and opened a bottle of white wine. Then I was feeling flirty again so I ended up taking a selfie of myself, full height, standing naked in my kitchen and sent it to Ana with a message “Thinking of you both.” I didn’t get anything back for fifteen minutes but the reply said: “You’ll have to warn me next time! I’m at an embassy event and opened your message and at least three diplomats were looking at my shoulder at the time.” Ooops!

Only Stilettos

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Alison followed automatically and found herself standing in plain sight of the rest of the bar. A dozen heads turned and a hush fell over the room. Alison went weak at the knees. Even while Malcolm had undressed her in the booth, she had never dreamt the private play would become a public one.

Malcolm started walking and Alison was towed along. Her stilettos rang on the wooden floor and she tried to compose herself. She couldn’t believe that she was doing this, walking naked through a bar, led by her husband, almost exactly as her character Alison had in one of her stories.

Out on the street the lights seemed dazzlingly bright. Her head was spinning and only Malcolm’s hand was keeping her steady. Her balance began to waver and Malcolm wrapped his arm around her waist to hold her. She turned into him and pressed her body up against his. The fabric of his shirt rubbed against her nipples, stimulating her even further, and then she felt his hard cock inside his trousers, pressing up against her pelvis. It was all too much.

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Exhibitionist Diary – Wednesday 13th May 2020

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Apparently the naked bike ride is only one month away! I sent a message to Ha asking if she wanted to do it again, and she said “why not?” Maybe I can turn her into an exhibitionist after all.

I sent the same thing to Ellie and she said “of course” and it would be great fun to do it together. I said she should make Stephen do it too, and she said that might be difficult, but she’d try. But he would certainly meet us at the end. I got the feeling she’s looking forward to an opportunity to be naked in public with him.

It’s also only one week until my birthday! I’m getting closer and closer to thirty and still single…

Exhibitionist Diary – Tuesday 12th May 2020

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Sarah has been added with Ellie to the list of people for tea at Alison’s now. She said it was a dream come true, because that’s the kind of girl Sarah is, and asked what kind of kinky stuff happened! I said nothing did, because they were a couple, and she said she’d see about that. Maybe I shouldn’t have invited her after all.

Just One Button

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She dropped my hands and they fell by my sides. I felt incredibly exposed, dressed only in my new denim shorts, but I resisted the urge to cover myself again. I took a deep breath.

“Oh,” Cassandra said, looking at my brand new shorts, “Now just to roughen your edges a little…” She reached towards my waist and, for some reason, I didn’t even move as she unbuttoned my denim shorts. They were propped over my hips so they weren’t about to fall down by themselves, and the zip held them closed, but with that small change I felt so much sexier, just for having that button hanging open. How could a nineteen year old know more about this kind of thing than me?

“You were about to?…” Cassandra prompted, distracting me from the protestation I was about to make.

“I, uh, I was just taking these ice teas outside,” I said. She smiled and nodded, and then turned to help Sue at the counter.

I picked up the two glasses and walked, as if in a dream, towards the door of the café. Heads lifted as I passed and I felt them staring at me, but the attention was remarkably short-lived. Most of the people here were regulars who could look at the bare breasts of Cassandra and Sue any time they liked, so one more topless woman wasn’t going to shock them.

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