Exhibitionist Diary – Saturday 28th September 2019

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What an eventful day!

It started with the 9am park run, where I lumbered along, sweaty and sluggish, seeing Mel in the distance glide effortlessly over the grass. But my time improved at least. She suggested we could go for a coffee afterwards but a) after a run I’m in such a state that all I’d be able to think of was how bad I looked beside her and b) I was on a schedule as I was meeting Ellie. She seemed a little bit taken aback and I couldn’t tell if she was hoping to an invite, but I feel like I need to get to know Ellie a little better myself first.

While I was in the shower I was trying to work out how to work out whether Ellie was into this whole naked thing the same way I was, and then this silly idea came to me that I knew I had to go through with and I couldn’t stop giggling when I thought of it: I’d just see how she reacted if I wore nothing whatsoever!

Although of course I couldn’t quite wear nothing whatsoever, but ankle boots and my medium-length raincoat were the closest I could manage and still be decent from a distance.

The forecast was showers so the raincoat made sense, and when I met Ellie outside the café she looked remarkably similar, except I could see a skirt just below the coat, and she didn’t have it buttoned up the same amount as I did as she had a top on underneath.

I was feeling a bit naughty by then and we exchanged a kiss on the cheek each before we went inside. She put her coat on the back of the chair but, funnily enough, I kept mine on. There was a definite strip of bare skin down the front of my chest, though, and I know the waiter saw it so Ellie must have done. I so wanted to say something, but I also wanted to see if she’d work it out, or if there was going to be the right moment to reveal my secret (and maybe some more, if I got the chance!).

But we sat and ate lunch, and it’s not that comfortable eating in a coat but needs must, and I couldn’t help but quiz her about various things, like boyfriends (not had one for a while); girlfriends (never); what was work like (okay); what was the dress code like (quite flexible); what was her boss like (okay, but a bit of a task-master). But I still couldn’t get to what I really wanted to get to, which was to ask her about her about the crazy little exhibitionist streak I thought I’d seen.

After lunch we headed to the gallery and Ellie suggested heading to the cloakroom and dropping our coats off. I’m still not sure whether she suspected or not, but all I said was “do you think they’d mind a nude woman walking around their gallery?” and her eyes popped. She asked me if that meant I wasn’t wearing anything underneath and I grinned and nodded and she just shook her head. I said it would make the Mary Quant exhibition more fun, except we probably wouldn’t make it past the front door. She agreed and said I was crazy, and then I suggested maybe she could be crazy too.

I could tell by the way she laughed that she was tempted, but she said she wasn’t as mad as I was. I said she can keep our coats on, and she could keep her underwear on, and she said “What if I’m not wearing any?” and that brought a smile to my lips.

But I think I might have found a button to push, because as soon as I said “go on, I dare you” it was like I’d poked her with a stick. She said I couldn’t dare her to do something unless she could dare me, and I said sure, go ahead, do your worst, and I was half-hoping it would be something really outrageous, but she couldn’t think of anything. Or perhaps she could only think of one thing (actually going nude) and that was too far given we were in a museum.

So I said she could save it and dare me some other time, and I could see she liked the look of that, and it made me very happy that instead of heading to the cloakroom she headed to the bathroom.

When she came back she didn’t look all that different, to be honest, except for no hem of her skirt showing beneath her coat and that was itself buttoned up a little more tightly. But I told her I didn’t believe she was wearing nothing underneath and she had to show me, and she undid a couple of buttons and flashed half a boob at me. I joked she could still be wearing something on the bottom half and she said no way was she showing me anything else.

But off we went into the exhibition: two women wearing nothing but shoes and coats. It was immediately funny as they had to search our bags and probably wondered why Ellie had a skirt and top in there, but I guess they’re told not to ask questions!

Looking at high fashion when you’re also highly aroused is very much fun, though, and even Ellie seemed to have more of a spring in her step. As I stood beside her even if we weren’t actually touching I could feel the electricity between us. It was the best exhibition I’ve ever been to, entirely for that reason.

I was disappointed when Ellie said she had to go home afterwards, though, as she was meeting some friends tonight. I was hoping she’d come back to mine, or I’d go back to hers, and maybe she’d actually get naked. I dared her to meet her friends like she was now and she told me I was only allowed one dare per day.

Anyway, we had a hug and parted ways, and I found myself grinning all the way home and I hope Ellie was doing the same.

Exhibitionist Diary – Friday 27th September 2019

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The weather brightened up today so I could wear something a bit lighter into the office. I realised it was a little low-cut when I saw Matthew and one of the other guys glance down at my chest as I was talking to them. Teasing a married man is a lot of fun, and I feel very naughty doing it. But I have my limits and I know I won’t cross that particular line. I’ll just do my best to make Matthew (and his trousers) a little uncomfortable from time-to-time.

I was still home early as I’m not really feeling like drinking too much at the moment, and there’s the park run tomorrow and I don’t want to let Mel down by being even slower than usual!

Taking A Shortcut

Naked woman posing in a gallery
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“I obviously wasn’t going to finish my sculpture before the exhibition opened, so I decided I’d take its place. Having so many pairs of eyes pore over every inch of my body made it a more intense experience than anything I’ve produced from clay or stone.”

A Relaxing Naked Catch-up

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Relaxing by NicholasStavropoulos1:

“So, here we are then,” she said to Iris.

“Yes, here we are.” Iris felt distinctly less comfortable like this than Selena seemed to. She daren’t look around the room. She leant forwards, rested her arm on the table and picked up her wine glass in her other hand. She involuntarily glanced at Selena’s breasts again. For the first time, she wondered what they would feel like; would they would fell the same as her own. Her lips pursed slightly.

“Here we are,” Selena said, “Just two naked girls having a drink.”

Iris laughed, the tension relieved for a moment. Iris had always had a wonderful smile.

“Well, I guess we can finally call this a draw, can we?” Iris said, leaning forwards and picking up her wine glass.

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Exhibitionist Diary – Thursday 26th September 2019

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I’m seeing Ellie for lunch on Saturday, and then we’ll go and look around one of the galleries for a while. I feel like I need to get a bit more into Ellie’s head to find out whether I’ve just been imagining this exhibitionist streak in her all along, but I think if I just ask her she’ll retreat into her shell. She is quite young, I guess.

Exhibitionist Diary – Wednesday 25th September 2019

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I need to get my social life into gear, and I can’t just rely on Ha all the time. I need to get some weekend plans in order, now that I’m not seeing Kieran all the time. And I also need to sign up to a dating site, I think, because I can’t see how I’m going to meet anyone any other way.

Pilates was doubly-hard this evening because I was still tired from Mel’s session. But it was also a bit of a thrill, because I could imagine doing it naked, which helped to numb the pain.

They Stare At You, And You’re Dressed

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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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