Don’t People Stare?

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“No,” Natasha said, “I just… prefer it this way. I used to hang about in the house naked when I was by myself, and then Georgia would come home and find me like it and at first she thought it was weird, and then she got used to it, and then I’d completely forget about it and answer the door to some friends without putting anything on first, and then they’d get used to it too, and now I’m pretty much naked all the time, unless there are a lot of strangers around.”

“Oh,” I said, as if I understood, but obviously I didn’t really understand at all. Natasha smiled again.

“Most of the people here I know, and Georgia usually tells other people what to expect. And it’s my place so I can do what I like, eh? People don’t have to stay.”

I couldn’t disagree with that, although I still couldn’t really see why that meant being naked. Natasha was so comfortable as she was that I knew she wasn’t just doing it as a one-off. I can be pretty self-centred sometimes, but even I couldn’t believe it was all a trick to freak out the English girl.

“But, but,” I stuttered, “But don’t you feel odd, with everyone staring at you?”

Natasha smiled. She’d been asked that question dozens of times before, of course.

“Look around,” she said, and I complied, “Do you see many people staring?” I did see a couple of people staring, actually, and a couple of young guys looked away as my eyes met theirs, but it wasn’t as if we were the focus of attention in the room by any means. “See? And those guys were looking at you anyway, the Asian bombshell in the tight dress and high heels. They grew tired of looking at me ages ago, but you’re an unknown, and their imaginations are running riot trying to imagine how it would feel to put their hands around that tiny waist of yours, and wondering how those big breasts of yours will look without a bra and dress to support them.” I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. “What’s there to imagine about these tiny things?” Natasha continued, and rubbed her nipples and her small breasts wobbled in response. “No, they’ve been looking at you the whole time we’ve been talking.”

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Exhibitionist Diary – Saturday 29th February 2020

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I guess getting home early enough last night meant I could still make it out for the park run today. And the weather was so bad! I’m quite proud of myself for doing it, and even Mel looked like a bit of a drowned rat in the rain!

Mel told me that she expected a rehearsal of my routine on Monday, so I’ve spent this afternoon practicing. I really don’t know why I’m doing it now. It’s like a dream, or someone else agreed to it.

Nothing back from Ellie yet. Also, this extra day in February leap year thing is weird!

Getting Used To It

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“It took a while but we were finally used to a nude housemate. Then we’d forget that it wasn’t the way everyone saw her and dinner guests would have to get over their shock too.”

Exhibitionist Diary – Thursday 27th February 2020

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I spent the whole of today either working or day-dreaming about Saturday night. I haven’t heard anything from Mark, and I’ve no idea how I’d contact Ana (apart from the Belarusian embassy!), and I’ve absolutely no idea what the protocol is around threesomes! Was that the only one? Are they going to call me again? Do they just pick up random women all the time? And maybe men too?

So much to think about.

The Painted Lady

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le-voleur-de-beaute:

Model: Maria Lipina

Photographer: Dmitry Lobanov

“You’re awake!” she said with a smile. She pushed the door open and skipped over to sit on the side of the bed. She was, of course, still naked. I instinctively held the duvet tight over my chest to cover myself, and then realised just how silly a gesture that was. Natasha saw it and smiled.

“Did you sleep well?” she asked.

“Like a log,” I replied.

“Good. Well, if you want to sleep a bit more you’re welcome to.” I shook my head; it felt a bit thick-headed, but not sleepy. “But there’s a shower through there,” Natasha indicated a door that must lead to an en-suite, “And I’ve put a toothbrush and washgear in there for you. And a razor, if you need it. Take your time. And there’s a bathrobe on the back of the door too.” That was a nice gesture; I didn’t want to have to get into my tight dress right after a shower.

“I’ll be around somewhere when you’re ready,” Natasha continued. “No rush,” she emphasised and then turned to leave. I watched her lean, naked, colourfully painted buttocks as she retreated out of the room.

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