A Special Party

Two naked women with one clothed woman
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“Our clients had very special requirements and they’d already agreed to host the party in the nude. It was only when they found out that the agreement didn’t include me that they started to complain.”

Exhibitionist Diary – Sunday 12th January 2020

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Today was a day of chores, followed by a not particularly welcome revelation.

The revelation came when I was feeling at a bit of a loose end this evening, so I went back to that website again. I was clicking through some of the old posts and who should I see looking out of the screen? Yup: it was me. In a mixture of pictures I was there on the naked bike ride (and so was Ha at least), but then there was another post that had half a dozen pictures that can only have come from Ha, Lily or Kieran, because they were from our holiday last year when I was walking along the canal in the nude.

I’m pretty sure I can rule out Ha or Lily being the sources.

It’s made me so mad again, because what does he think he’s doing? I was close to calling him up and having a go at him, but I don’t want to let him know that he’s got to me otherwise he might post even more. I’m sure they’re not the only ones he has.

The only positive thing is they’ve been there for months and so far there’s been no come-back, so I guess the fact that you need to log in to view them, and it’s a pretty niche interest, to be honest, is on my side.

Hanging At Home

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“How come,” I continued, “How come you’re naked?” I didn’t want to offend her by making it sound like it was a bad thing. “I mean, the tattoos are really great, and you look great…” She smiled kindly, but was still going to let me keep digging myself into this hole. “You lost a bet or something?… Or you turned into the Hulk and your clothes didn’t fit and then you turned back?…” I tailed off and Natasha laughed.

“Oh, no,” she said, “I live here. With Georgia.” She tipped her head in the direction of our party host who I’d been introduced to, and then summarily bored witless earlier.

“Oh,” I said, and was about to add “I see…” but then realised that it didn’t explain anything at all.

“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.

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Exhibitionist Diary – Saturday 11th January 2020

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Sorry if it’s disappointing news, but yesterday night did not turn into a threesome. But it was a nice evening nonetheless.

Because I still harboured hopes that it would, I got out of my clothes in the office (toilets), put my coat and boots back on and made my way with Ha to her place. I think she knew already, but she still had a definite little smile when I took the coat off in their hallway. Then I asked if I should take my boots off, because I was feeling all kinds of kinky, and said it was up to her because it I was a guest and had to follow her house rules. She just said “don’t give me ideas” (which is exactly what I was trying to do) but said I should take my boots off and make myself comfortable.

I love the attention I get from those two when I’m naked with them, but for the first time I really was wishing (or maybe craving) for something more to happen. We ordered a takeaway and had a few glasses of wine, and sat and chatted. They asked what happened to “your friend Ellie”, and I told them we were still in touch but she had a boyfriend now. Lily said that was a shame as she had possibly misplaced hopes that there would be something between us, rather than have me try to pick up some lame guy again. Then said “no offence” to Ha, because my last “lame guy” was her childhood friend, but Ha agreed he was pretty lame when it came to how he’d treated me. I resisted asking if they were in touch because I don’t want to know: either I’ve ruined their friendship, or Ha is still friends with the guy that betrayed my trust. Neither is good.

I may have done a bad thing, though, because after loosening up a bit from alcohol I let slip that I’d been seeing Mel for life coaching, and doing her accounts, and straight away Ha asked if I did those in the nude too and I went so red I couldn’t deny it. I didn’t tell her about the ropes and chains, but then Lily said Mel was the one who sort of got them into. I can never work out with those two which of them would be the dominant one, because from the way Ha talks it sounds like Lily, but then Lily ends up sitting cross-legged on the floor on these kinds of evenings, leant up against Ha’s chair like she’s almost some kind of subject of her queen. I didn’t dare ask anyway.

I even ended up sitting on the floor cross-legged after a while, which is a pretty big deal for a naked woman, and Ha and Lily kept glancing across at me (because it would be impossible not to) but still didn’t get the invite. If I could have taught my vagina to say “come and get me” it couldn’t have been more obvious.

Then the evening ended and I had to go home, so I booked a car (which is extravagant) because I didn’t want to put everything back on and I didn’t want to walk anywhere in just my coat and boots.

Running with Mel was doubly hard after the late night. She asked me about the website again and I told her I hadn’t even looked (which isn’t true), and she said I should go through the archives because there’s lots of interesting stuff there.

I’m not sure if whatever she has planned is working, to be honest.

Exhibitionist Diary – Thursday 9th January 2020

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I had lunch with Ha today and was so desperate to tell her about Mel, and our arrangement, but I just can’t help but feel it’s too late. Plus it’s kind of embarrassing that I’m taking orders, and not even getting anything in return. But I feel like Mel has a plan and if I don’t follow it through then I’ll ruin it.

I’ve been invited to their place after work on Friday, though, just to hang out with her and Lily and get a takeaway and gossip. It has been a while since we all hung out together, and who knows: maybe I’ll do or say anything to try and seduce them by then?

I was so frustrated last night that when I got in I actually went to the website that Mel wanted me to post the photos on. The only good part was that to see images you had to create an account and log in (which I did), and it was quite a community when I got there. Not like I expected at all, actually, but a few like-minded women and, obviously, lots of men commenting on any pictures. Some people did seem to post photos of themselves either naked or near naked and seemed quite shy about it, but they always got nice responses. Mostly they weren’t even hiding their faces either.

It would be a big step, though, because if I was recognised (and I could be easily recognised from Mel’s photos) it could be a black mark against my career. I’m less worried about any future boyfriend seeing me, because I’d guess that anyone who was looking for those photos was already into that kind of thing, so it’s almost like a pre-screening!

Comfortably Nude

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Ekaterina

When I first met Natasha I believe I experienced the same emotion that everyone does when first meeting her in the comfort of her own home; that emotion being surprise, or possibly shock, depending on one’s disposition.

The party seemed to be going the way that parties often run for me, that of being introduced to new people, not really knowing what to say, and then being rescued by someone (or maybe whoever I was talking to was the one being rescued) and then I’d be introduced to a new unsuspecting victim of inanity. This was no different, although as it was my first visit to the States I was being introduced and rescued even more thoroughly than usual as everyone wanted to meet “the English girl”, and then quickly realised that said meeting wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

But, as I said, this party was following a similar line to many, and I was running out of conversation with the quite charming and far too confident young American man I was talking to as, in the nick of time, I was tapped on the shoulder by my host for the week, Theresa, and a shout in my ear.

“Rupes! How ya doin’ there Rupes!” It wasn’t a question. “You must meet Natasha. You two just have to meet!” I rolled my eyes slightly as soon Natasha would discover, as many had already discovered that evening, that I was not the person anyone “had to meet”.

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.

Read the rest of Dressed In Tattoos, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts