Jenny's Diary 1: How It All Began

I was a fairly typical, rather shy girl in my late twenties, living a boring life as an office worker in a big city. I had a comfortable apartment, some good friends and went on occasional dates that seldom blossomed into anything. Work and chores like laundry, cooking and cleaning seemed to occupy my existence.

Everything changed one blustery day on the street near the office block where I worked. I was walking along, holding my skirt in the strong wind, when my phone rang. While scrabbling for my phone in my bag and trying to answer it, I let go of my skirt and the wind blew it up above my waist. For a few seconds while I battled with my phone and my skirt a crowd of people waiting at a corner got a good view of my knickers. They were nothing fancy, just plain white cotton panties. I was embarrassed and humiliated and turned round and walked away as fast as I could.

But later, I found the experience quite exciting and started to wish I'd been wearing something sexier, maybe a thong or a g-string. I couldn't stop thinking about what happened. I wanted to have that thrill again. All those people looking at me! I began to wonder if I could contrive to repeat it. This was all new to me. What should I do next?

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A couple of days after the wind-and-skirt experience, I had to look at something at a work colleague's desk, a man called Henry. Henry was in his early thirties, single and reasonably attractive. We'd eyed each other out a few times but nothing had ever come of it except some mild flirting at the water cooler.

As I was about to lean over Henry's desk I realized he was going to get a good look at my breasts. On an impulse, instead of holding my blouse closed as I would normally have done, I pretended I didn't realize what was going on and leaned over in front of him. Even though I was wearing a bra I know that Henry got an eyeful of my breasts. It was actually quite funny watching him trying not to stare at my cleavage! He went red and his eyes kept straying from the paperwork to my open blouse.

For the rest of the day I was so turned on, and I began planning how I could "accidentally" show off even more.

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The next step on my exhibitionist journey was to be prepared. Plain cotton panties and bra weren't good enough. So I went lingerie shopping, and spent more than I could really afford on some sexier undies. I had never worn a thong before so that took some getting used to, but pretty soon I had adjusted.

Finding sheer lace bras in my size was a challenge. Girls with smaller boobs have it so much easier! But I eventually found a couple of bras that were sexy and provided the support I needed. The first time I wore my new undies to the office I felt like the sexiest woman alive. Why hadn't I done this before?

I had always been careful at home to get dressed or undressed with the curtains closed. But now I changed my routine. When I got home from work I undressed down to my bra and panties with the curtains open and my bedroom light on. That was as far as I got the first night, and in any case I doubt that anybody saw me. There are some apartment blocks facing mine but they're quite a distance away and I've seldom been able to make out any details of the people in them, so it was unlikely that some voyeur was watching me. Unless he had a telescope, of course. I walked around my apartment in my undies for the rest of the evening, but when I went for a shower later I chickened out and closed the curtains. So much for that. I had a small balcony, but going out there in my undies or naked was still a step too far.

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A few days later I had lunch with a work colleague at a diner I hadn't been to before. I noticed that two youngish men in suits were sitting at a table facing me. My colleague's back was to them. They glanced over at us once or twice so it was obvious that they'd taken note of us. I decided to put on a show for them. While my colleague was on the phone I took a bite of my sandwich and pretended that some crumbs had fallen onto my lap. I flicked them off my skirt and "by accident" my skirt rode up my thighs. At the same time I opened my legs. I didn't look up at the two guys but I was absolutely sure they had a grandstand view of my new see-through lace panties. It was so exciting I kept my legs open for as long as I dared.

A little later I did it again when I reached for my phone in my bag. This time I peeked at the two guys out of the corner of my eye and saw both of them staring at me. What a thrill!

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But just wearing sexy undies wasn't really much. I mean, most of the time nobody could see them, right? I had to take it further. But I didn't want people at work to find out about this fetish of mine so I couldn't do much more in the office.

But then I suddenly had to make an out-of-town visit to a client. It entailed an overnight stay in a hotel, and I realized that this presented an opportunity. I'd be in a strange city where nobody knew me, staying in an anonymous hotel.

I arrived at the hotel late in the afternoon and checked in. It was a multi-storey place in the city centre, and when I opened the door of my room I saw that it was perfect. There were big floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking other buildings across the street, as well as a sidewalk café diagonally opposite. My room was on the third floor, so if I stood near the window I could look down on the people at the café. And they could see me, of course.

The stage was set for a strip show... but was I ready for it? The curtains were already open and I turned on the light as well. Then I unpacked my bag while trying to decide whether to go through with with my plan. I stood in front of the mirror, brushing my hair. Glancing down, I saw that there were several people sitting at the café. And in the buildings across the street there was movement at quite a few windows. Do it! I said to myself.

My heart was pounding as I unbuttoned my blouse and took it off. Then I unzipped my skirt and stepped out of it. Suddenly I was standing in front of a window wearing only my bra and panties. And flimsy see-through ones at that! I resisted the temptation to look out of the window to see if anybody was watching and instead walked through to the bathroom.

That was as far as I'd planned to go, but I was so turned on that I decided to take it further. I walked out of the bathroom towards the window, and as I did so I reached behind and unhooked my bra. My fingers were shaking as I slipped the straps off my shoulders. Suddenly my breasts were free and I had to resist the temptation to cover myself. I was topless in front of a lighted window! I turned to the mirror and began brushing my hair again. My nipples were hard and erect.

I walked past the window again, naked except for my panties. I showered, and when I came out it was getting dark outside. I drew the curtains, already planning a full frontal show tomorrow.