Pilates day. Knackered again.
What a day.
The weather took a bit of a nosedive. Although it stayed warm it was forecast to absolutely chuck it down with rain. But being the resourceful person I now am I took full advantage of it as I have some calf boots that don’t get anywhere near enough wear, and to go with those I wore a slightly shorter skirt than usual. It meant I wasn’t really showing any more leg, but it felt a bit riskier to move the bare skin a bit higher!
It put me in such a good mood that I was bouncing along the street to the tube with my umbrella in one hand and my bag over my shoulder. And when it started to rain it felt so good I didn’t put the umbrella up. It felt remarkably warm and I didn’t even button my coat up.
I put the funny looks that I got on the tube down to the grin on my face, but then I got to work and went into the bathroom to dry my hands and I worked out exactly why: the white blouse I was wearing was half-soaked with rain, and looking back at me from the mirror were two pink nipples showing through the wet cotton! It was like I was wearing tissue paper!
OMG I wished I’d had the courage to do that knowingly, but there was no way I could sit around the office like that. So I had to keep my jacket on and buttoned up for the morning while I steamed inside! I must have looked a right state with bedraggled hair and a red face from being too hot.
Lesson learnt, I guess, but I’m not sure if it was a good lesson or a bad one.
The clocks went back today so we all got an extra hour in bed. Except really it just means I got up at a reasonable time and still had a lie-in. Met friends today and then wandered around saying how weird it was that it was warm at this time of year, but the problem with the clocks changing was that it was getting dark by late afternoon.
Anyway, I was too terrified that my friends would discover my new secret adventures that I ended up wearing about twice as many clothes as I needed. I was baking when I got home, so I stripped down to my underwear as soon as I got through the front door. And then I remembered that I had some washing on the line out the back, so as dusk began to fall I snuck out the back door and in nothing but bra and knickers I unclipped my washing and folded it over my arm.
I’m not sure whether I’m disappointed that nobody seemed to see me, but I can reward myself with that mug now. “If it requires pants or a bra it’s not happening today” shall be my motto, except when it comes to washing I’ve promised myself that it’s only bra and pants from now on.
I nodded as she rolled my jeans down my legs. I sat my bare buttocks on her sofa and lifted both my legs as she tugged at my underwear and jeans, pulling them off my feet and dropping them onto the back of a chair.
I’d honestly never felt so self-conscious, sat there, suddenly nude. Lisa sat back beside me in her PVC dress and boots.
“What…” I began, “What am I going to be wearing?”
Lisa looked thoughtful for a second. “Do you know Tina?” she asked me. I nodded, although I only barely knew the girl she was talking about.
“She has something for you to put on,” she told me.
“And where’s Tina?”
“She’s on her way. Or at least she said she’d get her early.”
I looked wistfully at my clothes crumpled on the chair: I’d have preferred to have gotten undressed after my outfit had arrived, not before. Then I glanced up at the table across the room, laid out with drinks and empty glasses. I noticed what looked like a pair of handcuffs on the far corner and then averted my eyes in embarrassment. I don’t know why.
The neighbours are at it again! We’re in this weird heatwave and the woman out the back, the one who was smoking in her underwear, appeared at the back door in nothing but a pair of shorts and went around her garden watering the plants! I know I shouldn’t judge, but every time she leant over I swear her boobs nearly reached the ground. I wouldn’t even go out there in my nightie and when she looked up at the window I had to pretend I hadn’t even noticed her and carried on making a cup of tea.
Anyway, I thought if she can do it, I can do it too… just not quite as well. If I can muster the courage to go into the garden in my underwear then I’m getting that mug.
Nothing much else happened today. I went to the supermarket in one of my new tops and skirt, but being without underwear is feeling pretty normal now so I hardly even remembered it as I was walking around.
There was a lot of noise outside tonight and I realised it’s one of the Saturdays closest to Halloween. It’s not something I’d ever cared for, but maybe there’s a revealing outfit opportunity I’ve yet to explore?
I pulled out of the driveway, onto the suburban road and cruised slowly past the few houses that dotted the hillside. I had never driven this part naked before and I realised that if anyone happened to look out of a first floor window then they would be looking right down at me, and they would recognise me and the car. I also realised that I didn’t care what they thought, and the risk even turned me on.
Once I reached the quiet forest roads I relaxed slightly, but the idea that I had nothing to cover me should anything happen was thrilling. It was just me, my body, the roar of the engine and the wind rushing over me. I felt so alive, and the orgasm I had later in the privacy of my home was tremendous. I wondered if I would ever feel the need for a man again; my car and my dildo gave me everything that Tony ever had, and they asked for nothing in return, except the odd fuel stop and a new set of batteries.
So, yesterday morning, I decided to go for a drive, just as I had done on many other days. I threw my clothes onto the bed, slipped into my luscious black stilettos, put on my sunglasses and walked out to the car. I had plenty of gas to get me out and back, and as the sun was dipping the air was cooling to a perfect temperature.
I was still aching today, but I powered through it (by sitting at my desk and not moving much). I spent a lot of time feeling my stomach looking for muscles through the fat. There must be something in there that’s causing all of this aching, but I’m damned if I could find it. I guess one exercise class isn’t really enough to turn me into a supermodel… or even a standard model.
I went out for a drink after work but there wasn’t really anyone I wanted to show off to so it didn’t last long.