“It never ceased to amaze me how Lila could talk eruditely about her studies without a stitch of clothing covering her body. Needless to say, she rarely lost an argument.”
Exhibitionist Diary – Thursday 3rd October 2019
StandardStill nothing from Mel, and I still don’t know what I’d say if I messaged her. I was beginning to feel flirty again so I messaged Ellie asking her if she’d thought of a dare yet. I don’t really care what it is, but after I do something (because I’m sure I will) then it’s my turn to dare her again, and that’s what’ll really be fun.
I’m doing all kinds of questioning of my sexuality now too. I keep looking at all the other women in the office and wondering if I fancy them. I can honestly say that most of them are no, even though they might be very pretty, although it does explain my crush on Jo.
On the other hand, I had a bit of a flirt with Matthew and that was still fun. I’m so confused.
Exhibitionist Diary – Wednesday 2nd October 2019
StandardAt “proper” Pilates tonight all I could think of was improper Pilates on Monday. It made me horny throughout, and made me realise that even though I have no idea what happened I want it to happen again. I just never imagined that I’d ever have another woman touch me that way.
Ha said I was acting a bit strangely today, and I guess I was. I feel like she might be able to guess something if I started talking about anything, which is silly.
Bespoke Tailoring
Standard“My unique approach to tailoring started with taking detailed, unfettered measurements.”
Just Assume I’ve Stripped
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“I’ve got enough footage from out there,” he said, “So I guess we can get started.” I nodded. I saw him glance at my cleavage; I realised, in all the time we’d worked together, that this was probably the first time he’d seen me in anything other than a blouse. Strangely, I felt flattered that, even with Cassandra’s and Sue’s breasts only a few feet away, I could still provide a small distraction, even covered as I was.
“Let’s do the intro first,” I said, and Jim propped his camera up onto his shoulder. The red light came on to show he was recording. I grabbed the microphone he held out for me and stood still with the café counter behind me with the girls working away.
“Here we are inside ‘Naked Women in Shorts’ to see how the business runs. As you can see, Cassandra and Sue are busy behind me, and I’m in my uniform ready to lend a hand.”
At this point, Jim should be filming me from the chest upwards. Hopefully, with my shoulders bare, the viewers will be assuming that I’ve stripped off as well. I paused for a second.
Jim gave a thumbs up: it was the sign that he’d pulled back to get my bikini top in the frame.
“Well, you didn’t think I’d be willing to bare all on my salary, did you?” I said as I shrugged. Jim smiled and the red light went off as he stopped recording.
Read the rest of the story, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts
Exhibitionist Diary – Tuesday 1st October 2019
StandardI still don’t know what to think about yesterday, and I don’t know who I can talk to about it. I’m too embarrassed to talk to Ha, especially since she was friends with Mel already, and apart from that there’s no-one else who knows enough about me.
I haven’t heard from Mel. I hope she isn’t expecting me to message her first because I wouldn’t know what to say. I mean: is this the start of some kind of relationship, or was it just a bit of fun? It’s all so new and strange to me.
Exhibitionist Diary –
StandardOh my oh my. So much to tell.
Today was set to be my second session doing Pilates under Mel’s tuition, and given what happened last week I was so looking forward to it that I found it hard to concentrate at work during the day.
I arrived at her place soon after six o’clock and I was almost shaking as she let me in, already dressed in leggings and a tight top, and I followed her up the stairs. She said “we might as well start right away”, so I started to undress. It didn’t take long as all I had on was socks, shoes, a skirt and a blouse, and if Mel was surprised that I hadn’t brought any exercise kit to wear (again) then she didn’t say anything.
We went through the warm-up, me standing naked on a yoga mat and Mel opposite me showing me what to do, and then into some planks, and Mel was already correctly my position with her hands on my hips here, a touch of the shoulder there, a press into my stomach here, and it not only made me put extra effort into the positions but it made the time fly.
While she had me doing some abs work (roll-ups and roll-downs on my back, and then scissors with my legs) she sat crossed-legged beside me. Sometimes she put her fingers onto my stomach to check the right muscles were working, and just feeling her touch me made them work even harder.
Afterwards I was lying on my back with my legs stretched full out and my arms above my head and fingers reaching the other way, and Mel started to talk about how important my abdominal muscles were for running, and general stability, and to demonstrate she had her fingers on my stomach and was stroking circles around the muscles.
Then she said I was using my hip flexors too much, and both her hands touched my stomach and then stroked across my pelvis and along the top of my thighs and it sent electricity through my body. She kept talking, sometimes stroking my stomach and then moving back to my thigh, and all I could think about was how horny it was making me. I had my eyes closed and I wondered what my expression looked like.
I was brought around when she said “what do you think?” I opened my eyes and looked up at her and had to admit that I hadn’t been paying attention. I admitted I was too distracted by her hands on my skin. She smiled and said, “Oh, you mean when I do this,” and her hand circled my stomach and the edge of my pelvis. My eyes closed again and I nodded, and I heard her say, “And this?”, and one finger ran up and down my thigh and I took a deep breath because it felt so good, and I nodded my head again.
Then she said, “What about this?”, and suddenly her hand slipped between my thighs and she stroked right across my labia and up to my stomach. I think I gasped and I might have nodded.
“There’s a lot of tension in this body of yours,” Mel said, and her hand ran back down between my legs again.
The other hand was on my stomach as she continued to stroke, and then it began to wander upwards, slowly, and I was arching my back (verboten in Pilates!) as she reached the edge of my breast, and then the tip of her finger crossed my nipple and I realised I had my legs slightly bent and Mel’s hand was now firmly stroking between my thighs.
The sensation was intense as she massaged my breast, but then it reached another level as I felt her lips close around the nipple nearest to her. I heard a moan which must have been from my mouth, and from then on I was helpless as she stroked, kissed and caressed my body, bringing me to the most amazing orgasm within not much more than a minute. Honestly, a man might have the right equipment, but a woman really knows where the buttons are on another woman’s body.
I let out a long breath and she took her hands and her mouth away, and then place one last kiss on my stomach that made me jump. I knew she was still sitting there cross-legged but I was too embarrassed to open my eyes and see her looking down at me.
A minute or two passed before Mel said “I guess we’ll finish up there,” and I heard her stand up. I opened my eyes and put my clothes on, thanked her and came home. And now I don’t know what to think about any of it.
Naked Coach Trip
Standard“It was okay that I’d promised to stay nude for my girlfriend’s birthday, but it wasn’t okay that I’d forgotten my other promise to take her to Paris. But at least it was a day she’d never forget.”
Dealing With My Nudity
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By the time lunch came Sarah felt that she was dealing well with her enforced nudity. No longer was she even pretending to be confident: she actually felt that she could deal with her punishment, especially as it was only for the next one or two days. Everyone in the convent had seen her nude, and now most of the town had too, and she had survived. She would have to think of how to deal with the Reverend Mother in future, but that was a problem that she would have plenty of time to work on.
When Jessica and Sarah worked to reorganise the pantry that afternoon all trace of a frisson between them was gone, and Sarah was grateful when Jessica sat near her at dinner time and even spoke to her once or twice. Others looked on disapprovingly and she knew that Jessica was doing as much as she dared. The warmth and gratitude she felt almost overcame her lingering embarrassment.
Prayer sessions were as solitary experiences as they had been the day before, but that was fine by Sarah: it gave her time to think, to repent, and to pray for forgiveness for the Reverend Mother. The Reverend Mother must, she thought, have been treated very badly when she was only a nun to harbour such resentment. It was a shame for her and a shame for those beneath her.
Finally, the day ended, and Sarah spent some time washing her stockings for the next day. They were thick with dust collected from town, but miraculously free of ladders. Maybe one is more careful with one’s body when naked? Sarah giggled to herself.
Read the rest of the story in The Rules of the Convent
Exhibitionist Diary – Sunday 29th September 2019
StandardToday felt very disappointing after yesterday! I amused myself by messaging Ellie asking her how her night out was, and whether she accepted my dare to go in just her coat. She replied saying it was her turn to dare me so she wasn’t going to listen to a word I said until I’d fulfilled my side of the bargain. I told her that she couldn’t stall forever and if she didn’t think of something soon then the deal would be null and void. She said she’d think of something and I needn’t worry about that. I was getting quite excited by the little exchange, I have to say.
But other than what I think was flirty messages with Ellie I didn’t do much else other than chores and get ready for the working week.
I can’t wait to see what kind of dare she comes up with.