Suzy and I corresponded thirty years ago via a message board called Pantymans, which explored themes of (no)knickers, exhibitionism and fantasies. Here are some of the thoughts of a 23-year-old English girl, exploring her sexuality just as the internet was taking off. I've compiled them into the format of a diary or messages for ease of reading.
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I had the chance to attend two excellent Halloween parties at the weekend, one on Friday at a nightclub in another town and another one on Saturday night at a local nightclub. Both were brilliant, but I'll tell you about the best one on the Friday night.

As I previously posted, I'd said I'd be in a costume. The idea I got from a magazine or somewhere, was to go as a blank piece of paper and have people write on me! I had bought, sometime ago, a very thin white Lycra one-piece catsuit which zipped up the back. I already had a pair of white high-heeled knee-length boots, but I bought myself a white eye mask to complete the costume.

Basically, I looked something like a white version of the Catwoman from the film 'Batman returns' but I was without the rips and tears in my costume, although I'd love to have done that, but Lycra has an annoying habit.

If you tear it, the cut gets wider as the material stretches and shrinks, so what would begin as an innocent split, say across the breasts to show a little cleavage, would within a few minutes be a foot wide opening with a couple of breasts doing their best to escape from. I speak from experience here due to an accident in an aerobics session at a gym I attended.

Getting back to my party outfit and the party. I allowed myself plenty of time to get ready. I spent ages on my makeup and hair, then it was time. I put on the costume and looked at the results in my full-length mirror. Pretty good! The costume is skin tight and showed every curve off nicely, but I decided to go just a little over the edge with my outfit.

You've seen women in trousers or tight-fitting leggings, yes? And you must have seen the pantyline over the bottom and around the waist? Well, there are panties on the market that are worn to smooth this line out, but they resemble shorts, so I chose not to wear anything under my outfit, not even a bra. I wanted to look smooth from top to toes. With no unsightly lumps or bumps except the natural ones I have, which you'll just have to use your imagination to get the picture now.

I put on the mask and looked at myself again, looking good! I put on the chain belt I had with a pouch full of permanent marker pens, and I was ready!

The taxi arrived to take me to my friend's house, where everyone planned to meet up and then go to a couple of pubs before going on to the nightclub.

I put on a long coat because of the cold weather we're having here and, for added security, should anything go wrong. The taxi ride was uneventful, not even an approving glance from the driver. Not that I noticed anyway, as I was too busy keeping my ass warm on the cold seat, this Lycra was thin!!

I got to my friend's place, and almost everybody was there. We all had on different outfits, mainly horror costumes for the fellas, although one friend was brave and was dressed as Frank'n'Furter from the Rocky Horror show (Hmmm - nice legs!).

For the girls, most were witches or vamps of some type or other, but all looking sexy rather than horrific, i.e. lots of stockings and cleavage with acres of bare skin all in the right places.

This is what I love about parties like this. It's an exhibitionist's paradise; we get to try to outdo each other, yet we still blend into the surroundings because everyone else is dressed similarly. I suppose it's a voyeur's paradise too. God! Ain't life great!

The last few people arrived, and we set off walking into town, as I wasn't sure of the way or how far we'd be going. I kept my coat on against the chill. After maybe 20 minutes of walking and passing plenty of other similarly dressed partygoers, we got to the pub, "The Maidens Head," and so began the evening's fun!

After 10 minutes, I was warm enough to take off my coat and, after a couple of drinks, was relaxed enough to start my evening's goal.

I was, after all, a blank sheet of paper and with the pens I had, I needed to get plenty of writing on me before the evening was over. So, armed with my pens, I got all the fellas to 'sign' me – all were very careful to choose 'safe' areas which I can understand, as these were friends and some had their girlfriends with them.

But of the rest of the people in the pub, I knew no one, and most joined in with enthusiasm. Now, I can't begin to describe the tingle and thrill it is to have some good-looking stranger write something like "danger curve" across my right butt cheek or the guy that looked like Brandon Lee who drew a smiley face on my left tit with the nose over my hardened nipple and made sure the nose was coloured in too!!

My knees were buckling and weak by the time he finished and, to make matters doubly worse, my boob tended to move about as he drew on it, so he had to steady it with the other hand, otherwise the drawing wouldn't look right would it??

It was a great evening, and I had an amazing time getting felt up by all sorts of people, who treated it like the fun it was intended to be. The only thing I hadn't taken into account was just how wet it was making me... I was getting so turned on my nipples looked like a couple of acorns were loose inside the Lycra!

I don't think I would have done anything like this without the mask. It gave me that sense of anonymity, so I felt safe all the time and the party atmosphere kept everything light-hearted.

The next pub we went to and the nightclub were more or less the same as I described above, but with the evening progressing and people loosening up more and more, the writings and drawings I was collecting got more localised to my breasts and bottom. A couple of guys even got brave and wrote over my pussy, but the ink had a hard time staying un-smudged as it was pretty damp down there.

I would like to thank, in closing, the really sweet man who wrote a long love poem to me, which I thought was so lovely, especially since he wrote the whole thing on my inner left thigh!!

I had stood with my leg raised up with my foot on his knee, he had his left hand clamped on my left buttock to steady me as he wrote his poem. I must say I jumped at the beginning of each line he wrote. He was THAT close!! I hope it didn't put you off too much, Paul?!

I really hope you all had a great Halloween weekend and had a great time.

I certainly did!!

Love Suzy XX.

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