0 comments/ 28480 views/ 2 favorites Time with Diana By: pubescfnm I have been an exhibitionist most of my life. It is my obsession. My experiences, mostly involving CFNM will be detailed in another series. This series will document my time with Diana, the first female exhibitionist I was ever involved with. In fact, she had a desire to experiment with a range of sexual experiences, but exhibitionism was at the core of her desires. She was proud of her body, and took great enjoyment from people's reaction to it, and the power it gave her over them. She was tall, not overweight, handsome rather than pretty, with long brown hair that she wore in a bun at work, but which was let down at other times, and not only softened her features, but gave her a decidedly sexy and attractive aura. When we met, I was the Branch Manager of a large and prestigious Multinational operating in Australia. Diana had graduated from University in Sydney, and followed the path many young Australian women take, by travelling to England for an extended working experience. She took a job with the British arm of the Company I worked for. She also took up with a long-term Australian expatriate in London, who produced various specials for UK television. Through this relationship she experienced a more bohemian lifestyle than she was used to, growing up in Australia. There came a point when she wanted greater commitment from this man, who was reluctant to be tied down. Following a failed ultimatum, she returned to Australia, and applied for a job in my Branch. I was not involved in her hiring, as there were several layers of management between us. I first met her during her six month training period for new inductees. I participated in these programs by taking dummy presentation and/or client situations from inductees, and evaluating them. I also gave a talk to the class at the completion of their training. In class, she not only had her hair up, but she wore a very officious grey long-skirted suit, and the combination portrayed a serious, determined and ambitious professional woman. It was an hour or so after this talk that she appeared at the door of my office, introduced herself, and announced that the members of her training class were having a graduation party at her place that night, and I was invited to attend, having been part of its program. She left me her address, and stressed that the class hoped I could join them. After work, I was having a drink with one of my salesmen in the hotel across the road. He had also participated in the program and had been invited. We decided to drop in for a short time. The lights were low in her apartment, a CD was playing, some people were dancing, and the others drinking. After some time she invited me to dance. The music was slow, and romantic, and she pressed her body against mine. Naturally I responded, and was rewarded with even closer pressing. The CD finished playing, and while we waited for another to replace it, she turned to face the CD player, drew my arms around her waist, and pressed her bottom into my crotch which, by now, was getting a little hard. Feeling this hardness, she gave a little wiggle, and pressed in further. Thus encouraged, I thought I would explore beneath the light sweater she wore. To my surprise, and delight, I found no further impediment to her breasts, which were soft, warm, inviting and significantly larger than her severe office attire would have suggested, and her light sweater had promised. What had been some light flirting had now become much more interesting, and promising. We sort of shuffled this way to the music of the next CD, while I explored these most responsive orbs, tweaking the nipples, and delighting in their hardening and elongating response. She held her hands up against mine for a while, then guided one down to the top of her skirt. Getting the message, I slid this hand down below the waist, expecting some undergarment, but finding instead nothing but smooth soft flesh, until I reached the open, quite wet reward that awaited it. This really had become most interesting! As one of my fingers strained to reach in and explore this most inviting cavity, one of her fingers met mine, explored a little with it, and then, as she turned her body to face me, she took these fingers to my mouth. The odour was very strong as I opened my mouth to take in both fingers and suck on their juices. Extracting the fingers, she surreptitiously adjusted her skirt around her waist. She then pulled the skirt aside a little to reveal a long open join in the skirt which had originally been hidden down the side, but which now gave unfettered and easier access to the juice factory. I guess we were now close friends -- we had been together no more than thirty minutes. And this mating dance had taken place in a room that, whilst quite dark, was also quite crowded. Somehow or other we went no further until the crowd had dispersed. The sex was exquisite -- I managed three orgasms on end, the first in missionary position, the second doggy-style, and the third with her on top. This for me was a new Personal Best. I was assured that my performance had been well up to scratch, and she apologised for being somewhat forward and hoped that this interlude would not affect our professional relationship. I assured her that she should harbour no such worries, while I eagerly awaited our next extra-curricular interlude. I have described the foreplay in detail, as the brazenness of it stays vivid in my mind, all these years later. The actual sex itself, other than the positions and number, has not remained in my memory with such vivid detail. I have had many sexual encounters, both before and after, but never has the lead-up been so surprising, business-like, uninhibited and memorable. Our follow-up episodes usually involved some kind of exhibitionism, the details of which are still quite clear. But I can think of no better way of describing the woman I am talking about, than to describe how we got started. Time with Diana Ch. 02 So we began an affair. There was never much pretence that this was romance. It was never much more than a sexual relationship, and an exploration and enactment of each other's fantasies. Very early on we decided on a dirty weekend at a coastal town not far south of Sydney. The excuse was a Jazz Convention, held there every year. We arrived on Friday evening after dark, and booked into the first motel we came across close to the park where most of the Jazz Bands would perform. In the morning, still not quite light, and with Diana still asleep, I got up and dressed into my jogging gear and set out for about an hour's run. When I got back to the room, it was bathed in light, and Diana was lying provocatively naked on the bed. She ordered me to quickly get my clothes off and join her. Being covered in sweat, I suggested a shower first. She was insistent that time was of the essence. Obediently I disrobed and lay down naked beside her. I could now see where the light was coming from. Straight ahead of us was a large window, and the sunlight was now streaming in. Diana had opened the curtains when she woke, and I had gone running. I could look straight out onto a staircase, that worked its way out from the building to a platform, and then led back into the deck that surrounded the floor above. Anyone standing on the platform, or below, could see straight onto our bed, and our naked bodies. "He's coming" she whispered excitedly as we heard footsteps above. "I knew he would come again." As his feet came into view, she leaned over me and took my cock in her mouth, as she jerked me off feverishly. As soon as I was erect, she straddled me, with her back to our voyeur, and eased herself onto my cock. She then kind of moved me with her body so that we lay at more of an angle across the bed, to afford him a better view. There was a narrow band of cloth across the top of the window on the curtain rod. This prevented our eyes from meeting. She worked her way up and down on my rod, occasionally looking straight at him to ensure he was paying attention. When I ejaculated, she got up off the bed, with cum dripping down her leg, and onto the floor. Staring at him, she reached between her legs with her hand that she then smeared across the window. She then reached out for the curtains, closed them behind her, and then came through them, walking to our door to lock it. On another occasion, we were at a harbourside beach (Obelisk) which was an unofficial nudist beach. It was getting later in the afternoon. We had been to lunch, had too much to drink and decided not to go back to work, but to cavort a little in the nude. The beach was quite close to her place. The beach faces due east, with a high hill (Commonwealth Government property) on the western side. The sun therefore came off the beach early. To get its last rays we climbed onto a large boulder, and lay on it. The rest of the beach-goers had left for the day. Immediately we were attracted by very bright blinking off shore. There was a small Navy vessel, virtually at a standstill, close to shore, and we could easily make out two Navy sailors, in white caps, shirts, shorts, long socks and shoes, each with binoculars trained directly at us, standing on the deck of the craft. The sun reflected in the binoculars had caught our attention. Diane immediately repeated her performance from the motel, but this time she faced them directly as she worked herself up and down my shaft. All the time she waved enthusiastically at our spectators who, after a while, waved back. On another weekend we decided to go for a short trip to Leura, west of Sydney on the Blue Mountains. We had booked a room at a guesthouse across the road from the Golf Club. Before going to bed, she insisted that we wake early and skinny dip in the pool. The guesthouse has two stories, and shaped like a "U". The right hand wing has only accommodation. The front has the office, and a small bar on the ground floor, with accommodation rooms above. The left wing has the dining room for half its length, with accommodation above. This then leads to a covered walkway and a single story functions room that completes the "U". The pool sits in the middle of the "U". At about 6.30am we donned the guesthouse dressing-gowns and made our way to the pool. Before reaching it, Diana shed the gown, and pranced to the other end of the pool, before pausing and diving in. At this point I became aware of male faces filling the windows of the function room, and some guys spilling out from it onto the walkway. Diana reached my end of the pool, lifted herself out, and asked me to time her next swim on the large clock that stood at the finish end of the pool. She then walked casually back to the other end, graciously acknowledging the applause coming from the side. She did this a couple more times. I had now shed my gown, and was in the water. As she was reaching the finish, a young couple came to the pool, shed their gowns, revealing a modest bikini on the girl, and "budgie-smugglers" on the guy, and jumped in before realising we were naked. Diana breathlessly reached the end, looked up, and said hello. The girl now saw we were naked, ignored Diana's greeting, and looked away. The guy chatted nervously, as Diana informed us she would try one more lap. She lifted herself out, and still waving to her fans, walked to the other end, and completed another lap. We both got out of the pool, and walked naked to the door of the main building, carrying our robes, and waving to our audience. Back at our room we had spectacular sex, after which we went down to the dining room for breakfast. On entering the room, Diana saw the young couple from the pool, and dragged me over to sit with them. The conversation was laborious at first, but soon the girl was asking us many questions. "How could you prance around naked in front of all those guys?" "What do you think about her doing that?" "What will they think of you?" "How often, and where do you do this?" "Isn't it illegal?" "What if there are complaints?' She eventually asked her husband if he would want her to expose herself this way to so many strangers. The reply was incoherent. After breakfast, we went our own ways, but eventually bumped into each other in the afternoon at a lookout. Diana suggested we all go to another guesthouse that night for a Dinner/Dance (Old time). Diana offered to do her hair late afternoon, while I went with her husband to wait for them in the bar. There were groups of 4 or 5 guys drinking at the bar, and I was immediately recognised from the morning. One group ordered beers for us, and the others soon gathered around. They were a group of 40 social club golfers playing at two of the courses over the weekend. They had gotten into trouble being late to the tee this morning (Diana's fault). After some initial banter about Diana's stunning body and sensational exhibition, we settled down to golf talk. When Diana arrived with the girl, they both looked great. Diana wore a silken, skin-coloured, backless evening gown that seemed to have been painted on. Obviously she wore nothing underneath. The gown had long slits on either side, running down the outside of her legs, each starting at the waist. There were cloth-covered buttons at the feet, and knee (all undone). The only other buttons were at the outside top of her legs, just as they joined her bottom. These were done up. If the others were done up, she would have trouble walking. With her hair done, and light make-up, she looked sexy, but very elegant. The girl wore a flared skirt, with a low cut blouse. Originally there had been a bra, but Diana had convinced her to remove it before they came down. She was prettier than Diana, but not as elegant or sexy. The guys made a fuss of them, offering stools and drinks. As Diana sat on her stool, she felt strain on the only buttons done up. So she undid them, revealing the bare skin up to her waist. The guys were very chivalrous, and spoke only little about our morning swim until it was time for us to go. They then told us they had an earlier breakfast next morning. A bus was collecting them to go to another course. "Could you have your swim a little earlier in the morning?" The dinner/dance was pretty good. Diana was in great demand during the progressive barn dance, and became wilder and more uninhibited as the night went on. She gave plenty of people flashes of her shapely bottom, but I don't believe anyone got a view of her pussy. The girl got a little tipsy, flashed more and more boob as the night went on, openly presented her husband with her knickers before we left, and promised to join us naked the next morning. She did however get cold feet in the morning, only taking her top off while in the pool. Diana gave the boys a better showing, as they came out of their function room, cups of tea and toast in hand, and stood around the pool for a close-up view. We set out for home after lunch. Diana wore a simple sun frock and sandals – nothing else. Not far from Leura we came across an oval by the side of the road. She urged me to stop. Opening the door, kicking off her sandals, and lifting the dress over her head, she pranced over to the fence, calling out to and waving at the cricketers, bringing the game to a stop. She then skipped and danced up the footpath beside the road, and adjacent to the oval, waving at passing cars, for about 50 yards. Not seeing two guys coming from another direction, she nearly bumped into them. Laughing, she turned back and returned to the car, remaining naked all the way back home, giving a good display to buses, trucks and vans we passed. Just out of Sydney, and needing petrol, I pulled into a service station. While I filled the tank, she got out and cleaned the windscreen, to the delight of passing motorists. As I went into the office to pay, she asked me to bring back a cool drink. While I was paying, she appeared naked at the door, entered and asked if she could have an ice cream as well. "Sorry, she's a bit of an exhibitionist" I apologised as the cashier stared unbelievingly at her. "Too right!" he responded. Time with Diana Ch. 03 Chapter 3: A Passion for Public Nudity We have seen in the first two chapters that Diana had an obsession with showing off her body in public. She designed and selected clothes on this basis. She carefully planned where and how she could exhibit herself. She luxuriated in the reactions of people to her nakedness. Most of all, she appreciated my complicity in this planning, the actual episodes, and the de-briefing after each event. The lease on her apartment was about to end, and we planned for her to move in with me. But the weekend before this I stayed at her apartment. She borrowed a camera from her friend Alice, who was a Junior Account Executive at a large Advertising Agency. As day was breaking we took photos of her outside various landmarks. She wore an overcoat she had brought over from London. At each location she would pose, then drop the coat to expose her complete nakedness while I took the photo, and then put the coat back on. We would then drive to the next location. At first we selected sites familiar to us -- outside the offices where we worked, the hotels we frequented, the Club, the nearest Police Station, and as it was very early, there was little chance of being seen. Eventually we worked our way into the CBD, and were heading for the Opera House, when we approached a bus at a Circular Quay terminus. The driver was standing outside the bus, having a quiet smoke. Putting on her best British accent, she asked the driver if he would mind having her boyfriend take a photo of the two of them standing next to the bus. As he agreed, she posed next to him, smiled, dropped the coat and politely inquired "You don't mind, do you?" Leaving him somewhat dazed, we moved down to the ticket booth for the Manly Ferry. The lady was just opening the booth. Standing beside the booth, with the lady at the window, the coat was dropped, and the photo taken. "I hope you didn't mind?" Diana asked politely with the same British accent. "If I was as young as you, with such a beautiful body, I might be tempted to do the same thing" was the response. Moving on to the Opera House steps, we encountered the predictable Japanese tourists, cameras clicking as they excitedly viewed and posed. A group of three guys motioned for us to take a photo of them with the Sails in the background. Diana then asked them if I could take a photo of her with the guys together. The coat came off, and there was much enthusiastic mumbo jumbo as they posed with her. Naturally they each wanted to take their own photo of this strange and unique Australian custom. This took enough time for other early-morning tourists to notice, want a closer look, and to take their own photos. Diana happily posed away, completely nude, for three to five minutes, to the combined appreciative gathering of about 12 to 15 people, both men and women. Moving on up to Hyde Park, Diana posed beside a sleeping vagrant who was lying on a bench beside the fountain. There were now more people about, but this only added to Diana's enjoyment, although she did not linger long as she noticed some children approaching. Next stop was the Underground Rail Station at the Town Hall. Down on the platform, a train stopped, a couple of people alighted, a few boarded, and Diana dropped the coat and stepped onto the train naked. On hearing the signal that the doors were about to close automatically, she got back off, and the train departed with Diana waving to the dumbfounded faces crowding the windows. With her coat back on, we were leaving the station to go home, when she noticed a uniformed attendant manually adjusting the Indicator that showed what trains left which platforms for what stops at what times. Again, in the English accent, she asked for a photo with him in front of this Indicator. Although there were now at least 20 people studying the panel, Diana again dropped the coat for my photo, to the generous applause of the commuters, and the look of utter disbelief on the face of the attendant. The next morning (Sunday) we resumed our adventures in Bondi, in front of the places I had lived in as a child, my school, the church and the shop we patronised. It was too early for anyone to be up and about. We then moved down to the beach, where we came across two older surf club members studying the surf in front of the club. The routine was repeated, the accent, the request, the dropping of the coat and the quasi-apology. While still naked, Diana asked if they had a club cap that she could have for a photo. One of the guys said he would get one, and in a few moments emerged from the club, not only with the cap, but with two more club members and their March Past flag. There were more photos as a few early morning walkers and joggers stopped to watch. Back in the car, and driving past the golf course, we targeted a quartet on the tee, waiting to hit up onto a short par 3. The same routine was followed, and more photos, including one of Diana trying to hit a ball with a borrowed club. We took some shots outside the school at which I had taught, and the cemetery across the road. Down at Watsons Bay Wharf, we approached two figures who were fishing. They both looked like men, but as Diana enquired about a photo, the answer came from a female voice. Using the polite British accent, Diana asked if they would mind if she was nude for the photos. "Just don't excite the old bloke too much," was the response. "His ticker, you know." I took a few shots of Diana using a fishing rod, and holding up a fish he had already caught. Then, walking back down the pier, we saw a bike rider waiting for us. He was attired like a pro -- helmet, singlet, bicycle shorts, gloves and shoes -- and he possessed a very flash-looking bike. "How about a few photos with the bike?" he propositioned. We spent more than 5 minutes with this guy. Diana posed with him behind the bike, on the bike, with his helmet and gloves on, and she rode the bike a short distance around the park as I took more shots (all without the coat, of course). We took his address and promised to send him some copies of the photos. The next weekend, she moved in with me. Two young guys shared the apartment next to mine. I had rarely seen or talked to them, but they offered to help carry Diana's things up while I went back to her flat for the rest. Later that morning we shared a few beers with them. Rodney and Allan were their names, aged 26 (about Diana's age) and both were accountants. One worked in a bank close to where we worked, the other for a big Australian company in the CBD. They played in the same squash team, and warned us that their last match for the season was on the coming Thursday, and that the team and a few friends were going back to their apartment after the match, for a few drinks. "It might be a little noisy, but it won't be late, as we all have work the next day. You can join us if you like." As it happened, I had to work in Canberra that day, and was on a 9pm flight back, and was not home until after 10.30. Diana was ready to party. The blouse she had selected was one she had designed and made -- sleeveless, but with extra deep and wide arm holes, so that plenty of tit was on display through these gaps if she wore no bra (I don't believe she even owned one), and held her arms up or out, and bent forward a little. The skirt was quite conservative, but I knew there would be no knickers underneath. The party did break up early, as predicted, so we were left with Rod and Allan, chatting over a few beers. "I forgot to tell you, I got our photos back from Alice" Diana mentioned to me at one point, making sure the others heard. "Why don't you bring them in?" one of the boys suggested. "I don't think so. They're a little personal" was the demure, but insincere response. This only whetted the appetites, and finally Diana was prevailed upon. "I've actually spent the evening putting them into an album, and annotating them." As you might imagine, the boys were engrossed in the album, as Diana enthusiastically explained the location and circumstances of each shot. The boys were obviously shocked and delighted by Diana's lack of any inhibition. One of them had a camera, and suggested a few shots to add to her album. "Only if we get shots of you guys naked, and me dressed, first" she bargained. "Then I'll do some naked, with you guys dressed." And so our relationship was cemented. Rod and Allan became eager and imaginative collaborators in our exploitation of Diana's penchant for exhibitionism. And having abetted the production of Diana's album with camera and film development, Alice soon joined us. In fact, Alice became very helpful in assisting Diana exploit my own obsession to be naked in public. (see "My Life as an Exhibitionist"). Each plan became bolder, adventurous and exhilarating. With the passage of time, I cannot recall the exact order, and maybe I have forgotten some of the individual escapades, but here are some of Diana's "dares". Adjacent to a nearby park was a four-rink lawn bowls club. On a Saturday morning, with all rinks in use, Diana entered the gate wearing nothing but one of my T shirts. She walked to the front of the clubhouse, removed the shirt, and then strolled nonchalantly along the path separating the rinks and scaled the low fence into the park where we waited with a dress she quickly put on. As a nearby shopping mall was opening on a Saturday morning, she went into the ladies room, removed her dress, and came out giving the dress to Rod. She then walked casually and naked through the mall to the entrance, where Allan waited with the car, engine running, and as I took photos. On reaching the car, Allan edged it forward several times, exposing Diana to more shoppers as they crossed the car park to the mall. When finally we all got in the car, Diana stayed naked. As we drove down the main road, on the beach front, we saw about 20 people waiting for a bus. Diana asked to turn the car back. She got out 50 metres before the bus stop, casually walking past it and telling the folks what a beautiful day it was. She then got back in the car, 50 or so metres past the bus stop. Almost opposite this stop was a cinema. Nearby were several facilities to house the "over 55s". On Sunday evening, about 6pm, the cinema advertised "the Pensioner Double Header" -- two movies at a discounted rate for those on a pension. This was always well-attended. People bought their tickets, and had to queue out into the street and along the footpath waiting for the afternoon show to finish. We dared Diana to get out of the car, walk naked by several cafes, past the entire length of the pensioner queue to the corner, wait to cross the busy road at pedestrian lights, cross and meet Alice's car on the other side of the road. On another Saturday morning, Diana, Alice and I boarded a bus for a few stops before another busy shopping mall. Approaching the stop before the mall, I pressed the button for the bus to stop. Diana and Alice both stood, lifted their dresses over their heads, gave them to me, and then walked down the aisle of the crowded bus, completely naked. When they got off, they waited for about 30 seconds until Allan and Rod met them with coats. My apartment was on the first floor of a low rise block. The complex's car park was under this first floor. Beside our balcony was a single dwelling with a high pitched slate roof. The French doors leading to the balcony had glass at the top, timber at the bottom. One morning Diana noticed two young guys on the roof, repairing tiles. They could look straight through the glass of our French doors at about eye level. It was before work, and Diana was naked, making coffee, when she noticed them looking. Pretending not to see them, she walked to the bathroom where I was shaving, told me what was happening, and asked me to open the French doors, so they could see her completely. She then spent the next 5 to 10 minutes making toast, and otherwise busying herself, while I surreptitiously observed them from our bedroom window. No work was being done. They were enjoying the show. The next morning they were back on the roof, but our French doors were now wide open. Diana repeated her performance. She looked up and met their gaze. Brazenly she walked out onto the balcony and, fully naked, started up a conversation with them. They were less than 30 feet away. This was repeated the next two mornings until their work was finished. Rod and Allan were helping to raise money to send their squash club champion to Perth for the Australian titles. They had planned a barbecue at the club to sell beer and hamburgers. The takings would be very modest, and the likelihood of raising enough money with similar ventures looked bleak. Diana and Alice offered to play a set of squash naked (except for shoes) for an entrance fee, and to price the drinks and food higher. This was then raised to the girls staying naked, and serving the drinks and food at an even higher price. The event was a sell out, and their champ went to Perth. At about this time, homosexuals were having "Coming Out" parties, at which they announced to the world their sexual preferences. We gave Diana an "Exhibitionist Coming Out Party" at the home of Rod's parents, who were on an overseas holiday. We all invited some friends, both male and female, and finished with a crowd of about 60. The hostess met the invitees at the front door, fully naked, and escorted them out to the pool area, introducing them to other guests. She then moved from group to group, as any hostess would do, serving wine and canapés, and discussing openly, and without embarrassment, her obsession. Rod and Allan had a friend who was marketing manager at a famous local sports store. They planned a mid-season calendar with Diana as the model wearing various items of sporting equipment, but otherwise naked. The calendar was to be distributed to various suppliers and sporting clubs. Diana's face was not to be shown. On the day of the shoot we had a plethora of "helpers". The professional cameraman had two assistants. There were 5 store staff to help with equipment selection. Rod, Allan and Alice had invited a few friends. For quite a while things proceeded without incident. Diana modelled tennis shoes, racquets, wrist bands and caps. She posed with fishing gear, badminton equipment, boxing gloves and headgear, snorkels and flippers and then cricket bats, pads, helmets and gloves. She was then dressed in wicket-keepers' pads, shoes, helmet and gloves, crouching in typical wicket-keeper stance. It was then that I noticed her shaved pussy was quite open, becoming moist and inflamed, and the smell of her sex was becoming quite evident. After this sequence we went to a billiard table, for a few shots of her using a cue. The photographer asked her to lean forward as much as possible to get her tits resting on the table, surrounded by billiard balls. To maximise the shot, he wanted her to lift a leg along the edge of the table, standing only on the toes of one foot. One of his assistants helped position the leg along the table, then stepped back, exclaiming what a great shot we would get from the back. Diana asked me to make sure this pose would be "tasteful". Well, it depended on one's taste. To me it was delicious. The pussy was wide open, the inner lips bright red and glistening with her juices. Diana's odour was now intense. The decorum of the shoot was now abandoned, and Diana allowed herself to be photographed from the rear, close up. A shot was taken with her standing, the cue's end on the floor, and passing up through the pussy lips wrapped around the middle of the cue, to her hand. She sat up on the table over a pocket, with her legs at 90 degrees along the edge of the table, with her pussy wide open over the pocket as a few balls were rolled down towards the pocket. She was breathing heavily. I told her to let herself go. She was swooning. She rubbed her tits with one hand, her pussy with the other. I was afraid she would fall off the table, so I urged her to manoeuvre forward onto the table. Eventually she was at the centre of the table, fingers working her pussy, back arched, legs apart, as a child's floatie was eased under her bottom. And the table was surrounded by the audience, captivated by the performance. Finally she sighed my name, shuddered, squirmed and allowed the orgasm to come. For a few moments she was almost comatose, but then she opened her eyes, took in the scene of observers, and embarrassed, she jumped off the table, and ran to the room where she had left her clothes. Five minutes later, dressed, she had regained her composure, and listened attentively to the various comments coming from her audience, laughing, and obviously enjoying the debriefing From this time on, mere nakedness in public was not enough. Other fantasies needed to be given life. (To be continued...) Time with Diana Ch. 04 Chapter 4: A Dark Experience At Diana's Exhibitionist Coming out Party (see My Time with Diana Ch 3), we met John and Velma, who had been invited by Alice, Diana's best friend. John was on secondment to Alice's Advertising Agency from a large US firm, some of whose clients were represented in Australia by Alice's firm. He was looking specifically at ways to further consolidate and exploit the relationship. John was a tall, slim, urbane African American, beginning to grey at the temples. Velma was tall, but much more African-looking, much darker, heavier, with African style hair in a wrap, very colourful dress, beads and large ear rings. They had children in College back in America. We spoke with them for quite some time at the party. They were both very intrigued by Diana's nudity and lack of inhibitions, as well as being complimentary about her looks. Not long after the party, Alice relayed to us that we had been invited by John to the end-of-month cocktail party his firm gave regularly to employees, agents, clients and the media. Alice pointed out that models would often attend, and they seemed to want to outdo each other regarding how much bare flesh they could reveal. John wanted Diana to know this, as she might like to compete. Diana had a ball gown that had belonged to her grand-mother. It was lace over satin, an awful colour, brown with a cream V coming up from the navel. Whereas it had been a one-piece, Diana had separated it into four -- a satin skirt and blouse, with a lace skirt and blouse overlaid. She could wear any of the four pieces independently. To make maximum impact, the satin components were left at home, with only the lace covering her otherwise naked body. The lace was quite thick, more like a table cloth, so the gaps were not as obvious as the material, but Diana's bare white skin was apparent underneath, even if the detail of her pubic area was not completely evident. However one nipple did poke inquisitively through a hole, stiffening as it did so. She complained that the lace rubbing on it made it quite sore. John and Velma spent time with us, congratulating Diana on her choice of undress, and advising us she was demanding much attention. (This was already obvious to us). While we talked, John informed us of their imminent return home, so they invited us to join them by their pool before they left. The point that the pool was quite private was stressed. Another younger American couple they had met would join us. Waiting for the day to come, we both wondered what was in store for us. On arrival at their home, we were met at the front door by John and Velma, both covered in large white towels. Their friend Aaron had arrived, but his wife could not come, as she was taking her children to a school function. Walking through the house, John allowed his towel to drop, taking it in his hand. He was stark naked, and while I am regarded as being quite well endowed, mine was no competitor for the long thin cock that swung proudly from his loins. Once out by the pool, Velma removed her towel as a nude Aaron was introduced to us. Aaron seemed a little shy, was also tall and athletic, with an instrument somewhere between mine and John's in length, but thicker than both. We were invited to change in a little cabin by the pool. Our whiteness was accentuated by their darkness. They each reclined on chaises, and two had been drawn up for us. Aaron was some distance from the rest of us. John gave us drinks as we arrived, and started the conversation. We were nervous to begin with, but we soon settled in. Seeing Diana's glass empty, John arose, and took a bottle of white wine over for a refill. Before pouring, he stood besides her talking, with his cock only a foot or so from her face. She tried to engage his face, but her eyes kept falling back to his weapon. At this stage Velma arose also, and brought a tray of nibbles over to me, sitting besides me on the chaise as she offered them. Without warning, John enquired of Diana "Have you ever tasted black meat before?" Diana was clearly taken aback, not answering, and glancing at me as John offered his black meat to her lips. I think I winked, and Diana turned back to his offering, opened her mouth, and accepted it inside. John placed the bottle on a small table next to Diana's chaise, and pulled her head further onto his cock. Velma took mine in her hands, discovering its stiffness by remarking "I see that you are turned on by Diana sucking John." I think that Velma may have made a move to get to know my cock better, but I was totally absorbed in Diana's eager assault on John's monument. He somehow recovered it from her, bent down and lifted her onto a table a few metres away, working fingers into her already damp and odorous pussy. His cock was now standing at right angles, but only partially rigid. Rigid enough, however, to plunge easily into her, as she moaned with a mixture of pain and pleasure. After a vigorous workout, John summoned Aaron, suggesting that Diana might be ready for him now. It was like the baton changing in a relay race. Aaron had his baton fully rigid and ready to replace John's, as it withdrew with a loud squelch. John then moved to the back of the round table, leaned forward and dragged Diana's head to him, and filled her mouth again with his black meat. I was oblivious to any of Velma's overtures, assuming they may have continued. I was fascinated by this white torso lying across a dark round table, being pounded by a tall, dark majestic male at each end. Diana had both hands around the black meat, working it furiously, as she sucked and slurped it. From time to time John withdrew it, slapped it across her face, and then allowed her to retrieve it. At the other end of the torso, the legs were up in the air, the bottom bucking and writhing above Aaron's hands, as Aaron strained to disappear into her. Eventually Aaron let out an animalistic roar, pulled free, and sprayed semen down the torso. John too took this opportunity to withdraw, but kept his semen to himself, suggesting Diana might want to jump into the pool to clean up. Velma returned to her chaise. Aaron, his work complete, apologised that he needed to collect his wife and kids, donned some shorts and a shirt, and left. When Diana emerged from the pool, Velma hinted that they had a lot of packing to do, and we returned to the poolside cabin to dress. They saw us to the door, draped again in the towels that had met us, and apologised for needing to hurry things. We left without the second drink John had promised Diana, or without my trying the nibbles Velma had offered. At first Diana was furious about the liberties taken without any foreplay, and without politeness and courtesy the said liberties having been taken. However the fury dissipated as she luxuriated in the knowledge that another of her fantasies had been fulfilled. I had enjoyed the entire episode. No fury from me! However I sometimes wonder what I missed out on with Velma, by being too preoccupied with voyeurism. Time with Diana Ch. 05 Chapter 5: The Dinner Party with our Neighbours Following Diana's organisation of my 36th Birthday Party (My Life as an Exhibitionist Ch 3), there was an understanding between us that I needed to reciprocate. She could not wait for her birthday to come around, so she proposed a dinner party for just me, and our two neighbours, Rodney and Allan. To ensure that her requirements were met, she would make the basic arrangements, and we were to obey her commands explicitly. We had come to know that Rod was gay, while Allan was bisexual. They lived together out of a long-standing friendship from schooldays, rather than from a mutual homosexual relationship, although sometimes they each were horny enough to enjoy each other. They enjoyed other sex partners, Rod preferring men, Allan not making the distinction. They did not bring these partners home to the apartment they shared. They were in the same squash team, and surf club. They eagerly assisted us on our adventures exploiting Diana's lust for public nudity. They were confronted with and enjoyed her nudity almost every day. Diana arranged for a chef to come to our apartment and prepare, serve and clean up after, the meal. The three of us were to arrive at my apartment together, when the chef would be well advanced in his preparation. We each brought flowers and chocolates, and were dressed in suits. Diana wore the dress she had stunned the Social golfers with in Leura (Time with Diana Ch 2.) We sat at my table enjoying a magnificent meal. Diana fetched white wine from the kitchen, and kept our glasses full. Each time she got up, another button had been undone, and she made sure she gave our chef plenty to look at to keep him motivated. After the chef departed, Diana ordered me to strip and make the coffee, while the others repaired to the lounge. On my return, she took some cream from its jug, and applied it to my cock. She then invited each of the boys to taste me and comment on my potential as a gay. She then wanted me to take each of their cocks in turn, to feel them, and stroke them, so that I could experience the sensations she enjoyed when she helped me out this way. I was surprised to discover that they were also well waxed and smooth. I was even more surprised how good their cocks felt in my hand. I have never had homosexual tendencies, but a good stiffening penis is a pleasure to hold and manipulate. Diana was not surprised by my reaction. They then were told to undress and allow me the opportunity to taste and otherwise orally explore their respective cocks, as she had done for me many times. Again, I was surprised at my reaction. A cock is no doubt an enjoyable toy to suck on. Doing so rewarded me with my own erection, delighting Diana, and probably also the owners of each weapon. I cannot say it gave me any compulsion to take the gay experience any further, but I certainly enjoyed the opportunity to explore my feelings to the extent allowed. We were now allowed to strip the dress slowly from Diana's body, as she stood surrounded by us. We kissed, licked and nibbled each new section of flesh as it became available, under her well-planned supervision. Lying down on the lounge, we had to rub our cocks over any piece of her body available to us, and then change positions to keep up our ministrations. At last, her nipples and pussy were made available to our lips, teeth, fingers and cocks -- although no penetration was allowed. She did like to feel teeth, but was very forceful pulling back if the bite was too hard. Eventually she rose and invited us into the bedroom. I was told to lie across it, and then she climbed on top, making her pussy available to my tongue, whilst taking my penis into her mouth. Some mumbled further instructions, and hand waving, resulted in another cock joining mine at her mouth, as one of the boys worked his way between my legs to get as close as possible to that mouth. Then a penis pushed besides my nose into the hole my tongue was exploring. I felt it slip in with my tongue while the testicles bounced against my chin and nose. We had been drinking, but my senses were acute, and I felt both shocked and excited to be in this predicament. Diana entertained each cock at her mouth in turn with her usual deep sucking and nibbling. She took both in her mouth at times, polishing each knob with her tongue, and squeezing the tongue between them. It was stimulating having another little friend share her tongue with. Who came first, I'll never know. Whose cock was which I do not know. But it was not long before semen was oozing over my face, up my nose, into an ear, and over my testicles and legs. The body above me was bouncing and thudding into me. Diana was using disgusting language to describe her complete satisfaction with our efforts. I was chalking up in my mind yet another new and fascinating sexual achievement. We showered together, and then sat around reliving these events. I fell asleep. Did any of the others? I do not know. I awoke with Diana's mouth and tongue bringing me back to life. She kneeled on the bed, bum in the air, as I took her doggy-style, and she slowly subsided, keeping me inside her, but with my bum now alone in the air, bending invitingly. No longer a bum hole virgin (see My Life as an Exhibitionist Ch 4), I was none-the-less still new to having a cock shoved up my arse, thankfully after some attentive lubrication. And now Diana's originally conveyed fantasy was being fulfilled, with the added bonus of having a third cock to satisfy in her mouth. As I fucked her, I was being fucked myself. Additionally she was looking after the cock that was not otherwise occupied. Yet another achievement, and all in one night!! As with the toys, my only satisfaction with entertaining a cock in my bum was in having it taken out. It erupted inside me, but I had felt only his body stiffen and heave, and the semen drop down my leg as the cock was withdrawn. Its removal was much like having a really good shit. It was only then that my own semen flooded into Diana's pussy. It is interesting that she never wished penetration into her own bum hole, despite the many other challenges she set herself. Diana was patently satisfied with her direction of our performances. Rod and Allan continued to assist us with the exploration of Diana's public nudity fetish, but they were never again invited back into either Diana, or our bed. But she still had fields to conquer! Time with Diana Ch. 06 Chapter 6 Milking the Surf Boat Crew Sitting on the balcony one Sunday afternoon with Rod and Allan, Diana challenged us to come up with a way she could enter a men's change room so she could join them in the showers. The local clubs seemed out of the question, as there was a well-controlled access to each that we knew. An admission station where you paid, or showed your pass, received your costumes and towel, and then were channelled into the male or female change rooms, commanded each possible location. We could not disguise Diana as a man in a way that could trick the attendant. Rod hit on the surf club idea. The junior rowing crew trained each Tuesday evening after work, and needed access to the club to obtain and return the boat, and to change before and after training. In those days the surf clubs did not allow female members, and so there was only a single change and shower facility. The junior crew, being aged between 18 and 21, was required to have an older member on hand with keys to access and close the club, and Rod could get himself on duty one training night. We knew it would be easy for Diana to enter the club after the crew had finished training, returned the boat and were taking their shower before Rod locked the club. Almost certainly no-one else would be in the club at that time (after 8pm), and Rod would be at the door to control access. The problem was that things might get out-of-hand with a naked woman joining five fit young men in the shower. They could easily get the impression that an "onion" (a gang bang) was in the offing, and they could get out of control. After some thought, Diana thought she could probably keep them in check, with the help of Rod and me if necessary, and that a gang bang with five young guys might even be something she might find interesting. So the night arrived. Rod helped the crew get their boat down onto the beach, locked the club and joined Diana and me in the hotel across the road for a few drinks, and from which we could watch for their return from the surf. When we saw the boat returning, Rod left and helped them return the boat to the club. Diana and I approached the club and waited for Rod's signal that the crew was now in the showers. When given our cue, we entered the club, and Rod directed us to the change room, where we could see the shower room at the opposite end. Passing through the changing area, Diana lifted her dress over her head, and strolled into the showers. We heard someone call out "Hey, no ladies allowed!" Diana, in English accent responded "Where's the ladies' shower?" "We don't have one." "Well I'll just have to shower here. You guys don't mind do you?" Rod and I were now in the entrance to the showers, and the guys noticed us. It was revealing how modest the guys were to begin with. There were only four as one had gone home without showering. They covered themselves with their hands, but focussed on Diana as she stepped under a vacant shower and turned on the water. Rod had forgotten to tell her there was only cold water, so she jumped as the water hit her, but recovered to start up a conversation with the lads. It was basic stuff -- what had they been doing, what she had been doing (a quick dip in the surf, followed by a need to shower the salt off), that Europe was more used to unisex shower facilities, etc. She kept up her posh British accent throughout. Finally, as the guys were over their initial shock, and the crown jewels were not being so protected, Diana asked "Can someone lend me some soap?" The guys looked at each other, still guarding their best friends, and finally one stepped forward, one hand still protecting his manhood, and offered soap to Diana with the other. As she turned around Diana asked "Can you apply some to my back first?" Looking back at his mates, the young man gingerly rubbed her back with the soap bar. "I'll need some on my bottom too" Diana offered. Our friend was now getting into the moment, and started soaping down between her legs and around her bald pussy, as she turned to face him and the others had begun to leave their own showers and surround them. Diana looked absolutely stunning. Her body glistened in the light shining on her alabaster water-soaked skin. Her face glowed. Her nipples were stiffening. Her hairless pussy was open and excited. "Can I help?" one asked. "Sure. I think your mate is stuck down there, so my titties need some cleaning too." She soon had all four lathering her body, borrowing suds from the feverish application being administered below. Occasionally each would cast an inquisitive look towards Rod, who merely nodded in return. The soap slipped from the hand of the downstairs cleaner, but he left his fingers gently probing the accommodating orifice. "I'll get it" Diana offered as she bent to retrieve the slippery bar from the floor. As she came up, she began to apply the soap to the nearest penis, which was already at full attention. "These little guys get sweaty and dirty too" she declared as she soaped his testicles. Before very long, this first penis shot its load, as its owner moaned and buckled at the knees. Another cock replaced the original in Diana's hands, as a cock was also pushed up against her pussy. "Sorry! No fucking! Hand jobs only!" she ordered, as she backed away from the would-be intruder. And so she managed the entire scenario. In more ways than one, the boys were like jelly in her hands. She kept up a polite patter throughout, admonishing them if they tried to cross the boundary she was setting, yet commenting positively on each one's manhood, behaviour and performance. At last she had relieved each penis of its contents, and had allowed sufficient exploration of her own sex, and so she announced "I think we've had enough for tonight. Can I borrow someone's towel?" Turning off her own shower, she suggested they return to turn off their own showers and follow her into the change area, where she accepted the towel on offer. Rather than use the towel on herself first, she gently and quickly removed the water from each guy, and then offered her own body for their attention, using a freshly offered towel. During this time she and Rod explained her mission, from concept to fulfilment, and introduced me as Diane's partner. "Basically, Diana is an exhibitionist" explained Rod. "She just loves to show off her body to appreciative audiences. And my friend here delights in studying audience response." "We usually have a quick drink over the road after training" explained one of the boys. "Would you like to join us?" The boys were now putting on their clothes, and as Diana reached for her dress, he continued "I'm sure the patrons would be happy to allow you to practice your exhibitionism on them, if you like." Being mid-week, now about 9pm, and having already been at the hotel to see that there were not many patrons, Rod and I agreed that this might be fun, if Diana agreed. So we walked across to the hotel, Diana stark naked, depositing her dress in my car on the way. The boys chose the saloon bar, where drinks were a tad more expensive, but where the clientele was less boisterous and sat at tables rather than at the bar. It was occupied by only about 6 or 7 men, a lady and the barmaid. There was some murmuring as we entered and took our places at a table, while Rob, who knew the barmaid, approached her ordering beers, and seeking her approval for our naked companion. "Does anyone mind?" she asked. It was a delightful time, and Diana exploited it to the hilt. For the next round of drinks, Diana offered to get the drinks from the bar if someone gave her the money. I was beaten to my pocket by one of the boat crew. So she got up, taking the money with her to the bar, where she ordered the drinks, waited for them while chatting with the barmaid, and carried them back to our table in three trips. Before she could sit down, a man from another table came up to her and gave her money to buy drinks for his table. The show was repeated. It was not long before guys were coming in from the public bar, and taking up seats at other tables. We finished up with about 20 people drinking in the saloon bar, and Diana buying drinks for them with their money. She sat at each table for a short time after delivering their drinks, and giving them their change. If this change was offered as a tip, Diana politely declined, explaining that she had nowhere to put the money. After my shout, Diana had not had the time to consume any of her drinks. We decided it would be appropriate to leave before the audience became too demonstrative. Our departure was cause for much disappointment, but also for requests to come back any time. "What a great night!" exclaimed Diana, as we boarded my car for the journey home, and we said farewell to the appreciative rowers. "John will shit himself when we tell him what he missed out on by going home before having a shower" one remarked.