Kieran replied to yesterday’s message far too late, but he wasn’t going to come over anyway. What’s the use of a boyfriend if they won’t travel halfway across town just because you want oral sex, eh?
Jo looked a bit better today, but I think she’s burying herself in work. I asked how the dating was going, just to be chatty, and she just said “it isn’t” and went back to her work. I know when I’m not wanted.
“I didn’t want much for my birthday. A nice necklace was plenty, and it didn’t even matter that I had nothing to go with it.”
Today I had a thing for socks. I don’t know why. Maybe because Kieran seems to like socks. Or boots. Or anything where I’m naked in the top half but covered from the feet downwards. If anything that seems weirder than just liking being naked, but I’m the last one to judge!
So I ended up putting on a pair of tiny training socks and wondering what else to wear, and then wishing I didn’t have to wear anything at all, and then masturbating and making myself late for the start-up. But thankfully a group of men will forgive anything that a girl in a short dress and short socks does wrong and they said it was fine. I made up the time anyway.
When I got home I had a socks-only night, although I wasn’t feeling brave enough to leave the curtains open. I message Kieran and said if I told him I was wearing nothing but a pair of socks would he come over but didn’t get a reply, so I had to sort myself out. Masturbating twice in one day is a bit much, even for me!
“Don’t be too hard on her,” Martha said, joining the conversation, “She said she liked you… and it seemed like a fun way to stop you getting your clothes back…” She looked down at me, obviously pleased at the way she’d managed to keep me nude for the entire day.
“And my clothes?” I said. Now I was naked at a party full of strangers and I’d really rather not be.
“They’re around somewhere,” Martha replied with a wink.
“Here,” Sue said from beside me and handed me a bottle of beer, “Glad to see you made it. How was the journey?”
“Don’t you start!” I warned her, provoking a giggle from both Sue and Tan.
“It must be quite cold out there,” Tan said, and without even asking she reached a palm out and pressed it against my still-hard nipple.
“Hey!” I said, although her touch was pleasantly soft and warm.
Kathy seemed to think it was okay to do the same on the other breast.
“Oooh, yes,” she said, “Do let me know if you need warming up.”
The redhead girl looked at the pair enviously. I’d almost forgotten that the whole plan had just been to throw the two of us together, and now we were in a crowd she actually looked disappointed again, especially now there were two girls with their hands on my body.
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I need to buy some more clothes. Everything I have is all wintery, and it’s getting warmer week by week.
I had a meeting with Jo and Rachel this morning about all the new clients. But for the parts you might care about: am I supposed to dress conservatively now I’m the boss? I’m not sure I’m willing to make that sacrifice, to be honest. Today I had a top with a scoop neck and I can tell from the look of the guy who was looming over me on the tube that you can see quite far down it from above! Although I had trousers on. (What is it coming to that wearing trousers seems odd?)
I felt in need of inspiration when I got home so ended up reading some stories and blogs about women getting naked in all kinds of public situations. I know it’s all fiction and quite silly, but I like the fantasy. The biggest problem is that you know all your friends will think less of you if they know you like being naked, and then you also don’t know whether strangers will behave respectfully with a naked woman in their midst. Maybe fiction is the only place it all works, outside of some very small circles. I’m lucky that I’ve had the experience with Kieran, Ha and Lily. Oh, and Kieran’s flatmate Andrew too. So far it’s worked out very well.
“Men don’t need many excuses to take their clothes off. Telling them I’m a photographer was usually enough, and kept them tame at the same time.”
The weekend has kept getting better! Firstly, I’m on a new record of well over thirty-six hours without putting a stitch of clothing on, unless you count drying myself with a towel.
But this morning I woke up and Kieran was snoring. It wasn’t that early so I got up and went to the kitchen and made myself some tea. There was still no sign of Kieran so I was rummaging through cupboards for some muesli and then I heard him behind me so I said “Shall I make you some tea?” and he said “Err, sure?” except it wasn’t quite right. So I turned around and the person I was talking to was wasn’t Kieran, and I was standing there naked in front of him.
He said he was Kieran’s flatmate, and I said I thought you weren’t back until later. And he looked me up and down and said “I guessed. I told Kieran I’d be back Sunday. I flew in last night, but couldn’t sleep much.” It turns out he’d been in Bangalore (he’s a computer programmer) and the time difference had messed up his sleep patterns. Oh, and his name is Ben. We shook hands while I stood there naked.
Anyway, I put my arm over my chest and said I’d better get dressed, and he shrugged and sat down and said “It’s a bit late now,” so I thought “what the hey”, because I know he’s got a long-term girlfriend, and decided that since he’d seen it all, and I kind of liked it, I might as well just sit down too.
He’s nice anyway, and he stared at my breasts just the right amount, if that makes any sense. Enough to make me think he wanted to touch them, but not so much that I thought he would. That alone made me like him.
Then Kieran came in, and was mildly freaked out by seeing his flat-mate (Andrew) talking to his nude girlfriend (that’s me). Then Andrew seemed a bit uncomfortable, mentioned his girlfriend about a million times and went back to his room. Then I climbed on top of Kieran and we had amaze-balls sex in the kitchen.
I said goodbye to Ben on the way out and said I’d make sure to bring more clothes next time. He said “please don’t” and smiled and my stomach churned a bit because he’s just so nice, and so not-single, and also a bit handsome, and just the perfect person to be naked for because he’d never touch me or do anything without an invite. I’m looking forward to spending more time with Ben and I hope I’m not wearing anything for most of it.
I’m disappointed to be home now, and having to end my nude-streak record by clothes on for the journey home. I’m sitting here now with just a shawl around me and wishing there was someone around to stare.
