“Go ask Alice, I think she’ll know…” - Jefferson Airplane
I can’t remember how I found her. I think I’ve been reading her stories for years, but I don’t remember what first brought me to them.
Her name, at least according the website, is Alice Fisher. I doubt that’s her real name although, you never know. She’s in her mid to late 30s (the site says 36 but it might not have been updated in a little while), she’s a redhead, keeps herself far fitter than I do, and she’s an exhibitionist.
Her website is unusual because female exhibitionism online is normally explored visually, in the form of photographs and videos. After all, if you get off on people seeing you naked, you probably aren’t going to be shy about sharing your nudes on the internet (although you might charge to look at them).
But there isn’t a single picture on Alice’s website. What’s there are several dozen stories, of various lengths, detailing her personal experiences with public nudity, flashing and other forms of non-contact, non-explicit exhibitionism from the ages of around 15 to the present day.
Alice likes to get her kit off, and she likes to do it in ways that often make it seem, to anyone who might see her, like they have accidentally caught a glimpse of her rather than been deliberately flashed. She especially likes exposing herself in swimming pools, sports centres and gyms, and in the great outdoors. She’s usually treated with genuine good humour, if a little surprise and shock, by those who see her in the buff, which can sometimes be an encouragement to further exhibitionism. Of course, sometimes she gets in trouble, but she can usually talk her way out of it.
I have no idea if Alice really exists or if she is just a fantasy of some lady or man sitting in an office somewhere, penning funny, titillating stories about a flasher bolder, or more female, than they will ever be. I have no reason to believe she is a real person, but no specific reason to doubt her either; while her stories are sometimes well-written enough that it makes it seem like they must be at least a little embellished from reality, especially in terms of dialogue, that could easily be excused because she’s writing from memory about things from ten, even twenty years ago.
It doesn’t really matter if she exists or not. Her stories, although unpolished, are entertaining, sometimes definitely sexy, and quite often quite funny, and that’s really enough for me.
She’s also incredibly English. Her experiences seem to indicate a middle-class upbringing not dissimilar to my own, her camping trips feel like camping trips I’ve been on, the leisure centres and public pools she visits are familiar. The way the people in her stories respond to her very un-British openness about her body also seems right, somehow. As a nation, we Brits are both European and Puritan in the same breath. We are fairly open-minded about nudity, but also still uncomfortable with it. When you look at public nudity photoshoots staged in Europe (where most of them take place, where nudism sort-of originated, where shared saunas and nude bathing and naked beaches are much more commonplace), people are so blasé about the naked girl. The English attitude to nudity is much more subjective; not as open-minded as continental Europe, but not as screwed up as America. Alice’s stories show it well; people get red-faced and flustered, or stare in disbelief, sometimes men make cheeky comments rooted in our English seaside, Carry-On humour; occasionally there is even encouragement or explicit naughtiness - but nobody freaks out and very few people tell her to put her clothes back on.
When I started to write my own stories, I found myself unconsciously remembering the stories of Alice, and channelling them somewhat. Bowling for Clothes, the first *good* story I wrote, has a little bit of its genesis in teenage Alice playing a strip game with herself in front of her unguarded window, willing herself to lose and wind up with nothing on but still wanting it to seem believable and convincing. The voice of Claire in that story is undeniably shaped by reading so many stories in Alice’s voice.
Alice’s stories are sexy, but there’s little actual sex in them (although there isn’t none; the story No Public Nudity in particular shows a much more explicit side to Alice’s exhibitionism) – mostly the sexiness comes from Alice’s actual thrill at the act of exhibitionism itself. That’s something I went for in my own work – true, there are a fair few sex scenes in my stories, but more often than not the pay-off is the nudity itself, not the characters getting bumpy and squishy together.
When I came to write Lisa and Becky, I was thinking about many things, but I was definitely thinking about Alice. Just like Alice, the girls take a camping trip at the end of their exams in order to have a cheap holiday away in celebration of the end of their schooling. Just like Alice, they muck about with the campsite showers and contrive to “accidentally-on-purpose” give the other campers an eyeful of Becky. Later, Becky gets naked in a quiet time at the university library, another thing Alice does (although in this case, that is a bit more of a coincidence; Becky’s naked library streak is inspired by a couple of photos I had seen and it’s only in revisiting Alice’s site for this blog that I see she did the same). There’s even, in some of her stories, a friend to help her get naked or semi-naked, although there’s no suggestion Alison’s friends have lustful desires towards Alice; they mostly just sees to find her spirit funny.
But more so that taking inspiration for specific scenarios, I wanted to capture that same sense of Englishness that Alice has in her stories. Both Lisa and Becky grow up in green-belted suburban Britain (as I myself did) and Becky’s exploration of her own nudism and exhibitionism is enabled by the privilege of her environment, as she has a great deal of freedom to experiment with her body and sexuality without consequence. Naked Becky encounters people who don’t quite know what to make of her antics, as well as those who find them thrilling, but she rarely runs afoul of authority or of a disapproving general public (her former school friends and roommate aside). Both Alice and Becky find the English psyche is a little funny about nudity, but that a pretty young woman in the right circumstances can get away with a lot.
It’s always a dangerous game, acknowledging your influences. I hope those who read this understand that I never set out to write a plagiarism of Alice’s stories (a great many of the things Lisa and Becky do came straight out of my own head; those that had more concrete inspiration drew from a wide array of sources, of which Alice’s adventures were just one). But I do want to pay tribute to a site that set me down the path of wanting to tell fictional stories about a bold-as-brass female exhibitionist who just can’t seem to keep her clothes on.
My Alice Top 5
Much like the majority of Lisa and Becky’s early adventures, this multi-part story takes place when Alice is in between college and university (so around the age of 18). Alice is really just discovering her exhibitionist side, she gets bolder and bolder in her exhibitionism with every day of her camping trip, culminating in a nearly-nude hike and a skinny-dip, and finally baring all in front of her new friends on her last day in camp.
University and college libraries seem from what I have read to be popular destinations for exhibitionism (I supposed it’s the fact that they are often open late, poorly supervised and sometimes nearly deserted). Alice takes full advantage of this but her adventures escalate to the point that she’s starkers with two clothed companions and indulges her even kinkier side by getting spanked while she’s streaking.
Like a lot of Alice’s other stories this one builds and builds as she gets bolder, until she’s driving naked. Then she hits traffic, and winds up fully exposing herself to some fellow motorists. There’s not much more to it than that, but the story really evokes how an exhibitionist might liven up a long boring car journey on the hottest day of the year.
This story finds Alice more in nudist than public exhibitionist mode, although when her neighbours stumble on her sunbathing via the shared access in their back garden, she takes advantage of their flustered and apologetic nature and establishes a consensual situation which means she stays naked in their clothed company on that and no doubt many other visits in a lovely CFNF/CMNF scenario.
This little series captures Alice at her boldest as she uses her need to wash off chlorinated water at the public pool to expose herself to a wide variety of people; but what makes it best is her out and out only-one-naked nudism in the last part of the story when, with the pool about to close for good, she talks the lifeguard into letting her swim fully nude in the company of all the other (regularly-attired) pool patrons.
Miss ya much Alice you were the greatest!
Hi there, I was having one last read through my stories before the Alice website disappears from the web for at least a while and found your review. I wanted to say thank you for your kind words and I'm so happy you enjoyed my work. Love Alice (who is now quite a bit older than 36 but still living her best life in the south of England)